Free Alpha's Sacrifice (Fallen Alpha) by Rebecca Royce

spent reinventing himself and become the werewolf he’d been before.
    Anything to get to the heart of the group that had harmed his mate and had targeted his people. He’d be damned if they ever got another try at him or anyone else he knew.
    His cell phone beeped indicating that Sal had texted him the address. Chelsea mumbled something and rolled over. He crossed to the bed and bent over to kiss her on her cheek. “Sleep. I’ll see you when I get back. Everything will be better then. I promise you that.”
    First, he’d find out who was after them, take care of that problem, and then they’d work on figuring out what was going on with her talents. There had to be someone else on the planet who had gone through what she did and knew what to do about it.
    He’d find them. Hayden had always been good at tracking down information. It was a gift. Or maybe a curse.
    Hayden closed the door behind him and headed down the stairs. He nodded at a group of tourists, and an older white-haired woman with glasses pointed at him. Hayden shook his head. The damn Wine Spectator article.
    He walked to his car but stopped halfway there. A cold breeze touched the back of his neck, and he turned around, sniffing the air. There was no scent of anything out of the ordinary to catch his attention, but a shimmering object lay on the ground.
    Hayden bent over to pick it up. It was some kind of necklace. Well, it was more like a totem attached to a leather strand that could be worn as a necklace. It was the design itself that caught his attention. Carved out of wood, a female werewolf stared back at him.
    He sniffed the jewelry. Although the most recent scent on the piece was human and male, specifically from one of the True Believers he’d destroyed, there was also the distinct scent of female werewolf on the piece. Who the hell had it belonged to?
    Hayden shoved it in his pocket. He didn’t have time to work out that mystery with so many left for him to solve. If it proved not to be unlucky, and he’d do an internet search on it to find out, he’d give it to Chelsea as a gift. He smiled at the thought. His honey mate would love small gestures like that. It had been way too long until someone had taken care of her.
    He continued on to the car. It started right up, but before he drove away, he stopped to look at his vineyard. In terms of size, it wasn’t as impressive as some of the older, original, or corporate-owned places, but he was damned proud of it. After Savage had handed him the Napa Valley and told him to go make himself a home, he hadn’t really known what to expect. This place, pushed into a hillside, with vines, at least half of which he had planted himself, had become their sanctuary.
    He had a mate to help it feel like home. Maybe there would be more than survival. Maybe there would be a future.
    But first people had to die. And he would be their executioner.

 

Chapter Six
     
     
    Chelsea had no idea how she’d gotten where she was, and she really didn’t care to find out. The moon shone down on Hayden’s bare back. He walked through the woods wearing his black pants as if they’d been made for him. She wanted to get them off his body immediately. She’d push him against one of the many trees and finally get his cock deep down her throat.
    Her pussy wept at the thought, and she nearly tripped over a root in her distraction. He turned around and grinned at her. “You’ve got to keep up, princess, or we’ll miss the appointment. Then you’ll never catch up to me.”
    She heard the laughter in his voice, and although he normally chased her for fun, this time she didn’t manage charging after him as though she was the one with wolf blood instead of him.
    “Hayden.” A male voice called him from a distance, and she stopped short, nearly colliding with her mate when he halted.
    She grabbed his hand in hers, wondering if the forest had really dropped ten degrees or whether it was only in her own head. “Who is