Free Surrendering To The Alpha by Lia Davis

Keegan had come face-to-face with Felix, he’d never sensed the ability in the rogue Alpha. There was only one way Keegan wouldn’t have detected the other male’s power.
    It would have to mean that Felix had dual psychic abilities.
    Another impossibility.
    Or was it?
    Keegan took off through the thick trees surrounding the cave. He didn’t shift because his human side needed to run more than the leopard, although he did allow the cat to come to the surface and enjoy the run just as much.
    He came to a stop at a small stream and scented the air. A low growl rumbled up his chest to his throat. The unmistakable stench of the mutants Onyx used as their assassins drifted in the wind. The hairs on the back of Keegan’s neck stood on end, and his whole body went taut with tension.
    Damn bastards will not take another mate from me .
    Keegan’s leopard roared in agreement and paced beneath his skin.
    The shuffling of footsteps had him whirling around to come face-to-face with a large wolf mutant. The half-man, half-wolf stood over seven feet tall with fangs that jetted out of his top jaw to stretch over his bottom lip.
    When Keegan shifted one hand into a claw and allowed his own fangs to release from his gums, he sensed another presence come up on his right.
    “I wouldn’t challenge that one, Alpha. Or should I say Elder?”
    Keegan turned to the unfamiliar voice while keeping the mutant in his line of sight. Narrowing his eyes, Keegan sent out his senses to the male and hit a mental wall. The bastard was either naturally resistant to Keegan’s telepathy or he’d development the ability to block it. “Who are you?
    The male smirked. “The name is Van. I hold his leash,” he indicated the mutant next to him, “and those of others like him. I’m also the new Marshal of Onyx.”
    Keegan ground his molars and breathed in through his nose slowly. The half-ass meditating routine didn’t help soothe his already pissed-off mood. “That tells me nothing.”
    The male shrugged. Arrogance rolled off him, thick and oily. His dark hair was cut short to the scalp, and his midnight-blue eyes held a darkness Keegan had seen before. Felix possessed the same evil within him.
    Van locked gazes with Keegan then grinned to show the tips of his fangs. “I know you know about your daughter and your plan to steal her away from her pack. Soon Felix will too.”
    Fear burned inside Keegan’s gut. There was no telling what Felix would do to Ana just to send a message to Keegan.
    Not happening. Keegan had to trust that Kieran would keep her safe until they came up with a solid plan to get her out.
    Van laughed. The evil sound sent a cold shiver up Keegan’s spine. “She is very pretty and strong. I bet she’d give some male lots of sons.”
    Fury boiled in Keegan’s veins, and he charged forward, aiming straight at Van’s throat, only to be knocked to the ground right before his teeth made contact. He slid along the ground and slammed into a tree. Pain raced up his spine, as the breath was knocked out of him.
    Shaking off the pain, Keegan rushed the mutant, nailing him in the gut and taking him to the ground. Keegan struck out with his clawed hand and scratched the beast down the side of its long snout. Blood oozed from the wounds, and the mutant yelled out in fury and pain.
    Keegan hit him again, harder. Much too fast, the mutant’s hand came up and gripped Keegan’s throat, cutting off his airway. The mutant rolled them over so he straddled Keegan and raised his clawed fist over Keegan’s heart.
    Keegan braced for impact, knowing good and well that in this position he was done for. Mutants’ brains were too jumbled, their thought patterns too wild. That was one of the reason the Onyx Pack used them to fight against Ashwood Falls.
    Keegan reached in with his telepathy to distract the creature long enough to break free.
    In the next moment, the mutant froze in place. Confusion followed by pain crossed his face before he looked down