Free Gabriella - Alpha Marked, Book II by Celia Kyle

warning. But even through the pain,
she kept her gaze intent on Hannah. ’Cause, yeah, she had no doubt
that blood was freakin’ inevitable. If punching the beyotch’s face
hurt Gabby, it had to have hurt the other woman.
    Tick tock, Mr. Blood. Any time now.
    Only, shit on a stick, the red stuff didn’t
show. Nope, the she-wolf simply stood in the middle of the circle
rubbing her jaw, fingers sliding over slightly reddened skin, and
then even that flush disappeared.
    An evil grin formed on Hannah’s mouth. “My
turn.” Without pause, the woman struck out at Gabby, her human
fingers curved and aimed right for Gabby’s face.
    Eyes wide, she did the only defensive
maneuver she had in her vast arsenal… Okay, she had no arsenal. She
did have… Stop, drop, and roll!
    Gabby hit the ground with a scream and then
rolled across the circle before popping to her feet. Oh shit. Shit.
She was gonna die and she’d never be with Berke and Jack again. She
readily admitted that the worry over dying trumped hot sex with her
two wolves. Her wolves. She needed to remember that. She was doing
this so she could have them, and no wolf was gonna take that from
her.
    Hannah came after her again, fingers still
curved into human claws, and her mouth was wide, baring her blunted
teeth. When the chick was within arm’s reach, Gabby dropped again,
this time crawling between the woman’s legs and dashing to the
other side of the circle.
    Yes, she was a pussy with a capital Save Me
Now.
    “Come on, Gabby! Punch her in the junk!”
Scarlet’s yells rose above the general shouts.
    “Junk?” Then Gabby screamed like a girl
because Hannah lunged for her. Waving her hands, she ran around the
edge of the circle, the wolf hot on her tail. “Do girls really have junk?”
    Snarls followed her, the other woman closing
the gap between them.
    She really should have actually done the P90X videos instead of just watching them for the man candy.
Really.
    Suddenly her fleeing was cut off. Hannah
managed to snare a clump of Gabby’s hair, pulling her up short. She
fell backwards with a scream, hitting the thinly carpeted floor
with a grunt, and her breath was knocked from her lungs.
    Hannah yanked on her hair again, holding
Gabby steady as the she-wolf straddled her stomach. Wrenching her
head back, the woman leaned toward her.
    God, this was it. A single, crushing bite and
Gabby would lose her men forever. There’d be no chance of mating if
the stupid bitch spilled her blood. The nearer Hannah came to her
neck, the quicker Gabby’s vision of her future deteriorated.
Anguish overtook her, squeezing her heart in an iron grip. Tears
sprung to her eyes, not from Hannah’s actions, but at the thought
of never having Berke and Jack.
    Hannah bared her blunted, human teeth. With
each inch closer, Gabby fought harder. She struggled against the
woman’s hold, but her strength didn’t allow Gabby to move an
inch.
    Hanna’s face became Gabby’s world, the
screams and shouts of the crowd drowned out by the terror that
coursed through her. Between one breath and the next, she felt more
of her future draining away. With luck, the wolf’s bite would kill
her. She couldn’t imagine living without those two wolves.
    The she-wolf yanked on her hair again,
forcing her head to turn even further, and then Berke and Jack were
within sight.
    “See them, human? Before you draw your next
breath, Berke will be mine. Remember that as your blood flows.”
Hannah was so smug.
    Anger. Fucking rage hotter than anything
Gabby had ever felt before pounded through her. No. She wasn’t
gonna let this happen. Period. Full stop. She dug deep within her,
searching out any unused strength, and drew on the last few bits
that lingered. Uncaring of any further pain, she turned her head,
straining against Hannah’s hold, and uttered two, last words.
“Fuck. You.”
    Before the last syllable left her, she’d
opened her mouth wide and did what she should have done forever
ago. If it was