Free Razor's Traitorous Heart: The Alliance Book 2 by S. E. Smith

Jason started to say, taking a step
forward.
    “Stay back, human,” Razor snarled in a
menacing voice. “You are the one who dared touch my female. For
that alone I should kill you.”
    “Your… who the fuck is this guy, Kali, and
what the hell were you doing kissing him?” Jason demanded
angrily.
    “He’s….” Kali paused as a look of dismay
crossed her face. She looked at Razor and grimaced. “What’s your
name?” She muttered under her breath.
    “You don’t even know his name yet you’re
wrapped around him like some bitc….”
    Kali stumbled and would have fallen if not
for the beam at her back as she was suddenly released. She blinked
in surprise several times as she stared at the back of the man she
had just been kissing. One second he was holding her in his arms,
the next he had Jason by the neck. Jason’s feet dangled almost
three inches off the roof. He had one hand wrapped around the wrist
of the Trivator warrior while his other hand, the one holding the
weapon, was being held in a crushing grip.
    It took several seconds for it to dawn on
Kali that Jason wasn’t struggling as much as he had been and his
eyes were beginning to roll back in his head. She rushed forward
and grabbed the arm holding Jason. She turned her head, about to
order the male to release Jason but the words died on her lips at
the cold, ruthless look in the Trivator’s eyes.
    She drew in another breath before forcing
the words past her lips. Her eyes went back to Jason’s face even as
she pulled fruitlessly on the arm holding him by his neck. She had
never seen anyone so strong before. A silent curse flowed through
her mind as she realized just how stupid she had been to forget
that he was an alien.
    “Please,” she whispered, tugging on his arm.
“Please, let him go.”
    “He touched you. He pressed his lips to
yours,” Razor snarled.
    “Listen… what is your name?” Kali asked in
desperation as Jason’s head fell forward as he lost consciousness.
“Please don’t kill him. He’s my friend. We need him. I need
him. There aren’t enough of us as it is to defend the northern half
of the city. Please, I’m begging you. Please let him go.”
    Razor glared down at Kali for a moment
before he dropped the male in disgust. He reached down and pulled
the weapon from Jason’s limp fingers. Turning, he tossed the gun
across the roof where it skittered into the dark shadows. A dark
foreign curse, at least that was what it sounded like to Kali,
echoed in the air. Strong fingers wrapped around her arm and pulled
her away from Jason when she bent to check on him.
    “I am Razor. I am the Chancellor for the
Alliance’s Defenses and Commander over the Trivator Forces,” he
informed her in a cold, furious voice.
    Kali jerked away from him in shock and fear.
She slowly backed away from him, shaking her head in disbelief. She
had heard of him. Talk spread fast around the world thanks to the
large number of Ham Radio operators who shared what was going
on.
    “You…,” she swallowed and stumbled backwards
when he took a step toward her. “You ordered Mexico City and that
other city destroyed.”
    Razor’s eyes glittered as he took another
step toward her. Fury built inside him as she stumbled away from
him in fear. His nose flared and his mouth tightened when she
glanced beyond him to the male lying unconscious behind him. She
claimed she had affection for the male. That would end, along with
her living in a constant state of danger. It was now his right to
care for and protect her. She was his.
    “Just as I will order Chicago leveled if the
fighting does not stop. I will not allow any more Trivator warriors
to be wounded or killed in the battle between your brother and
Allen,” he stated ruthlessly.
    Shock, then fury, combined with the bitter
taste of fear, began to boil inside of Kali as she stared into the
cold, ruthless eyes of the male standing in front of her. She
swallowed and desperately pulled on the mask she used to