Dark Instincts Read Online Suzanne Wright (Phoenix Pack #4)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Funny, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Phoenix Pack Series by Suzanne Wright
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 109705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
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“I know.”

“You’re too calm. I don’t like it.”

Trey’s smile was feral. “Of course I am. I’m about to watch the life bleed out of the fucker who’s responsible for trying to kidnap Kye.”

Now that was the Trey they all knew and loved.

Dante sighed. “We don’t know that this guy’s responsible. From what we can tell, there’s no motive.”

“The Alpha sent a request for an alliance via the pack web five months ago,” Rhett informed them. Pack webs were social networks. Much like a person’s Facebook page might be exclusive to their friends—enabling only them to write on their “wall”—a pack’s web page was exclusive to the members of their pack. And just as people could check out the Facebook profiles of others, packs were able to view the profiles of other packs through the webs. “Maybe Sergio wasn’t too happy that we turned it down.”

Ryan snorted. “Everyone turns down alliances with jackals. Even other jackals don’t like to mix with them because they know how untrustworthy their own kind are.”

“It seems a little extreme to go after your kid because you didn’t agree to an alliance,” said Derren.

“My thoughts exactly.” Taryn folded her arms across her chest. “Like Ryan said, jackals hardly ever make alliances. They wouldn’t have been surprised that we turned it down.”

“But they may have felt offended,” Nick pointed out. “Alphas have been known to do shocking things when their pride’s hurt. Still, I’d have to agree that going after Kye seems extreme in this context.”

“Then I guess we need to visit the Glacier Pack and have a chat”—Marcus gave Trey a pointed look—“with the Alpha.”

Trey rose from his seat, his grin a little . . . well, evil. “No time like the present.”

When they pulled up outside Milano’s Italian restaurant in the Phoenix Pack’s gold, nine-seater Chevrolet Tahoe a few hours later, Roni was beyond irritated. She had spent the entire time crushed between Marcus and the window, and he’d spent the entire time teasing her with subtle touches, sensual smiles, and hot stares—the asshole.

“Smells good.” Marcus inhaled the aroma seeping from the restaurant. “Do you think they’ll let us eat here afterward? I’m hungry.”

Roni snorted. “You’re always hungry.” She’d never known anyone to eat so much yet look so good.

Marcus smiled as Roni slipped a lollipop into her mouth. It made her look deceptively vulnerable and harmless . . . like a little schoolgirl.

“This could get bad,” warned Ryan, indicating the large amount of various breeds of shifters that were hanging around. “Jackals or not, these shifters could decide to involve themselves in any fight that might ensue.”

Nick’s expression said, “Who gives a fuck?” The guy was out for blood after what happened to his mate, and Marcus didn’t blame him. If anyone fucked with his mate, even though he wasn’t looking forward to finding her, they’d be dead before they could blink.

It almost looked choreographed the way Nick, Trey, and Taryn entered through the double doors with Derren and Dante closely covering them as Roni, Marcus, and Ryan covered the rear. It was a sight that caught everyone’s attention, and every single shifter in the establishment froze.

Nick and Trey both had reputations for being powerful and dangerous. To see both presenting a united front while looking, well, rabid . . . it spelled trouble. The fact that they were accompanied by six very dominant wolves, all of whom looked supremely pissed, made for an extremely intimidating sight that had everyone’s “fight or flight” instinct kicking in.

Within seconds, the establishment was empty, apart from several jackals. Marcus immediately spotted Sergio Milano. He was seated at a corner table, surrounded by people who were most likely pack members. The surprisingly slight Alpha looked indifferent, but his amber eyes gleamed with irritation as the wolves came to stand before him. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

Nick smiled. “Of course. That’s why we’re here.”

“Displaying such bold, antagonistic behavior toward an Alpha on their territory isn’t a wise move.”

Trey arched a brow. “Neither is attempting to kidnap my son.” No response. “You don’t look surprised.”

“It wasn’t us.”

Taryn’s hands fisted. “But you knew about it.”

“Every jackal in the shifter community heard about it. Our grapevine works at high speed.”

“Then I’m assuming you also know who it was.”

Sergio stared blankly at Taryn, who let out a low growl. Responding to his mate’s anger, Trey slammed his hands on the table, causing Sergio’s pack to jump to their feet. But Marcus knew they wouldn’t move without a signal from their Alpha.

“This isn’t an interrogation, Sergio. If it was, my Beta would be snapping your limbs like twigs while my mate then beat you bloody with them. You tell me straight up who tried to kidnap my son.”

Sergio studied his fingernails. “You might remember I proposed an alliance between our packs, Trey. Had you accepted, we could have saved ourselves all this drama.”


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