Free Destiny's Path by Kimberly Hunter Page A

supposed to be together, Jenna. It was all sex. Nothing more, and nothing less. Hell, it wasn’t even good sex.”
    “No! You’re mine, Flynn, always have been!”
    By this time, Sasha was just plain pissed. Jenna claiming him like that sent her over the edge.
    “Uh, guys? I think we might have a slight problem here.” Gabe’s voice sounded uneasy as he saw and no doubt smelled her anger.
    The only ones who bothered to listen were Roan and Charlie. Flynn and Jenna seemed oblivious. Unfortunately, that just made things worse.
    “He’s mine,” Sasha growled, standing up slowly. She could feel power flowing through her, fueled by anger. It was subtle and nothing like she had felt from Roan or Jenna, but it was there, bringing home the fact that she was different now. And she wasn’t scared of this power. She reveled in it, as if it were a natural part of her.
    Sasha’s declaration shut everyone up. Well, except for stupid Jenna. She just made matters worse by opening her mouth again.
    “You! If it wasn’t for you, we’d be together now!”
    “I told you, he’s mine,” Sasha stated calmly but with steel.
    “He’ll never be yours!” Jenna spat and then leaped.
    It’s true what all the combat experts say. You really can see if someone’s going to make a move on you by watching the eyes and torso. Sasha’s new sense of smell helped too. Seemed impending violence had its own scent.
    When Jenna sprung forward, Sasha was ready. Over the table she went, and right into Sasha’s waiting hands. She put her right hand around Jenna’s throat and her left one on her stomach. Sasha turned, using Jenna’s momentum to help slam her against the wall behind them where Sasha pinned her, both feet off the floor. Lupus reflexes at their very best. Cool!
    “Holy shit!” Gabe exclaimed.
    “My God!” Charlie gasped.
    “Jesus!” Flynn shouted. “Are you totally insane, Jenna?”
    “Release me, or I will cut out your eyes,” Jenna snarled at Sasha, her arms starting to rise. Her eyes were now twin flames of hate. Sasha felt sure her own were also flaming. Lord knew she was hot enough.
    “Touch me, and I’ll snap your neck like a twig,” Sasha warned her, squeezing hard enough to get her point across. “And believe me, after the stunt you just pulled, I have no qualms about doing it.” Jenna put her arms down.
    Sasha had never considered herself a violent person, but she could and would defend herself if needed. With three other siblings and one of those a brother, she learned a good bit about self-defense. Having a good knock-down-drag-out in the front yard did wonders for keeping the long-term peace. At least, it did with her family.
    “All right, Sasha, you can release her now. She won’t try anything else,” Roan told her, stepping up beside her.
    “You sure?” She didn’t take her eyes off Jenna, more than ready to snap the bitch’s neck. She was that angry.
    “Quite sure.”
    “Well, all right. But if she tries anything else, all bets are off.” She released Jenna and let her fall unceremoniously to the floor.
    “Of that, I have no doubt,” Roan replied, grabbing Jenna’s arm and hauling her none to gently to her feet.
    Sasha stepped over to Flynn, who grabbed her and hugged her. “Are you all right?” He buried his face in her neck and breathed deeply, no doubt taking in her scent to calm his racing heart. Sasha felt that he was actually scared for her. And oddly aroused, as evidenced by the bulge poking her in the stomach. Seeing her handle Jenna so easily was apparently a major turn-on for him. Knowing that made her feel good.
    “Yeah, I’m fine. She didn’t lay a hand on me. I caught her before she could,” she assured him, starting to tremble as her adrenaline faded.
    Flynn pulled back, keeping her at his side, his fear for her quickly replaced by a burning rage. “Of all the crack-brained stunts to pull, Jenna! I should kill you myself and be done with it!” “I’m fine, Flynn. Jenna