When He’s Dark Read online Suzanne Wright (The Olympus Pride #1)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Funny, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Olympus Pride Series by Suzanne Wright
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Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 129691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
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“I hate that I’ve brought this mess to your life,” she said. “I hate that you were pumped with six bullets. Hate that you had to deal with Bernadette, Ruben, and Moira causing a scene in Pot of Gold. Hate that you’ll have to watch your back because some twisted asshole thinks he can fuck with our lives. Sometimes, I wonder if you’ll decide I’m not worth all this drama and just walk away. I know how much you loathe drama.”

He frowned. “Why would I walk away from something I need? Seriously, you worry about the stupidest shit.” He caught her face with his hands. “None of what is happening is on you. None of it. You didn’t fire that gun. You didn’t ask the Cages to cause that scene. You didn’t sic Paxton on me. Do I loathe drama? Yeah. In a big way. But when a man finds a woman who means everything to him, he’ll wade through any amount of shit for her. Got it?”

It killed Bree when he said stuff like that. He always spoke so matter-of-factly. Like he hadn’t just squeezed her heart with his words. She swallowed. “Got it.”

“Good. Now stop being dumb—it’s pissing me off.”

She could only snort.

He grabbed her hand, stood upright, and then pulled her to her feet. “Come on, we need to update Vinnie.”

He kept possession of her hand as they left his complex and walked down the street to the antique store. She’d bet that anyone who saw the spectacle would be surprised. Alex wasn’t exactly a “let’s hold hands” guy.

After saying a quick hello to Ingrid—well, Bree said hello; Alex just gave his grandmother an awkward hug—they headed to the upstairs apartment. Sitting opposite their Alpha at the kitchen table, they brought him and his eldest sons up to speed.

Luke cursed and dumped his empty coffee mug in the sink. “I wanted so badly for the piece of shit to be dead. I guess there’s no such luck.”

Vinnie sank deeper into his chair. “If what he said is true, he’s never really left your life, Bree. He hasn’t made himself a part of it, true, but he’s certainly hung on the periphery of it.”

“I don’t think he’d have surfaced at all if you hadn’t renounced your claim on him,” Tate said, leaning against the doorjamb. “And I strongly doubt he’d have called you if you weren’t partially imprinted on Alex.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered who you imprinted on,” said Vinnie. “Paxton would have insisted on you getting rid of them. He probably intends to drop off the radar after he has what he wants. Of course, we know he won’t get what he wants—there’s no way you’d leave Alex. But Paxton doesn’t know that yet. He’ll think he can scare you into doing his bidding.”

“Well, he’s wrong,” said Bree.

Luke scraped his hand over his jaw. “For him to know so much about what’s going on in our pride, he’s definitely watching you very closely, Bree.”

“From a goddamn tree.” She fisted her hands. “And that’s just creepy.”

Vinnie’s gaze sliced to Alex. “He’ll try to get to you for sure. Be careful.”

Alex raised his chin slightly. “I’ll be ready. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“It would be a mistake to underestimate him,” the Alpha warned.

“I won’t,” said Alex. “But he’ll overestimate himself. Paxton always thought he was so much stronger, tougher, and smarter than he was. It won’t occur to him that he might fail to kill me. I’m counting on that. Because I intend to give him the beating of his fucking life.”

“And then you’ll kill him?” asked Vinnie.

“Then I’ll kill him. And I’ll damn well enjoy it.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Having read the text message on the screen, Bree let out a quiet groan and then tossed the cell on the kitchen table.

“Problem?” asked Alex, eating a second stack of Pop Tarts—food she hadn’t even known he stocked until now, despite rummaging through the “breakfast cupboard” many times. James was right; wolverines could pluck stuff out of the kitchen like magic.

“I’ve got a meeting with the other omegas after work.” Sighing, she picked up her half-full cup of coffee. “Such fun.”

“I’ll walk you to the daycare center and hang outside until you’re done.”

Bree’s insides rolled at the thought of him standing out in the open like that, exposed and vulnerable to attack. Her stomach had been in knots since she heard Paxton’s voice two days ago, and it didn’t show any signs of unknotting. The entire pride was on the lookout for him, conscious that he could be disguising his looks somehow. But knowing everyone was on the ball didn’t ease her anxiety. Each time she and Alex left the apartment building, her heartbeat kicked up and her breathing accelerated.

She couldn’t relax, especially when outdoors, despite being surrounded by pride mates—many of whom were enforcers on patrol, masquerading as either pedestrians, window cleaners, painters, or homeless people. A shifter would have no problem seeing through the enforcers’ acts, but that was the point. They wanted Paxton to see that security was super tight.


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