If I bit the big one on day one, the showrunners wouldn’t bat an eye. With death around every corner on The Reject Project, they always had a few women waiting in the wings. Sentimentality was not a word associated with this show. They’d toss my body in a bag and call up the next female in line. It happened a lot. In fact, when the prize mate died, the show’s ratings went through the roof. But I’d be damned if I let some other woman take the prize. I had too much at stake.
Tired of waiting for me to react, the tiger shifter snarled and leaped at me. The orange-and-black fur streaked forward faster than any natural animal. With its claws extended, the shifter swiped at the air by my face. The only thing that saved me from having my throat opened was my reflexes. I bent backward, pulling my face out of range, then danced back to put space between the shifter and myself.
I regained my balance just as the cat lunged again, swinging both paws forward to catch me in some kind of deadly hug. I rolled forward beneath its legs. Before I’d even stopped moving, I fired the gun. There was a hissing yowl as the bullet tore a small chunk of flesh from the tiger’s hind leg.
My eyes darted around, searching for an opening. Some of the men were still cheering and yelling.
“You know,” I said, loudly enough for everyone to hear, “if I’m going to fight another shifter, I’d prefer it be hand to hand, not claws to gun.”
The cheering died as the realization sank in that I wasn’t fighting a regular animal. I was fighting something faster, stronger, and smarter than that.
A voice I recognized as Omar’s called out, “Shift and fight it!”
The tiger and I circled each other, eyes locked. Blood oozed from its hind flank. Lifting the silver knife, I bared my teeth in a snarl.
Von Thornton appeared at the side of the amphitheater stage, a floating camera trailing him.
“This is a tiger shifter who has gone feral,” Von said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “As we all know, once a shifter’s internal animal has taken full control, they are no different from animals.”
I spared a glance toward the vampire. Von raised an eyebrow, obviously amused by my hesitancy to kill a fellow shifter. I thought about cursing him, but that idea vanished when the cat struck again.
Wyatt’s voice rang out, high and clear. “Kira, jump!”
I leaped backward, nearly somersaulting. Two of the tiger’s claws snagged on my fatigues, ripping the fabric slightly. Heart hammering, I spun around to frame the tiger in my sights again. I cursed myself for letting Von distract me.
“Let go!” Wyatt shouted.
I spared the barest of glances toward the audience. J.D. and Abel were holding Wyatt back. It seemed to be taking all their combined power to keep him from rushing to my aid. Idiot. He had to know the staff wouldn’t let any of the men interfere. Seeing the distress on his face, I was a little surprised that he hadn’t already shifted. Maybe the weird magic bracelets prevented it. The showrunners would want to be in control of as much as possible, and I wouldn’t put it past them to neuter the men in that way.
The shifter attacked again, but this time, I anticipated where he would swipe. I side-stepped and lashed out with the knife. My blade dug a thin trough into the beast’s side. It turned, its ears flattening as it roared at me. A deep and terrifying sound burst from its throat, loud and harsh enough to make me wince. Yellow teeth shone in the moonlight as a gaping jaw expanded like a tunnel of teeth, showing what awaited me if I failed.
This didn’t feel right. I didn’t like the idea of fighting a feral shifter. It could happen to any shifter. When a shifter grew sad, anguished, desperate, lonely, or distraught enough, the animal side could fully take over. When that happened, they were too far gone to ever come back.
The men were all shouting at me to shift, begging, demanding, and asking. All but Wyatt. His voice was notably absent for obvious reasons—he knew my story. I didn’t need to shift. I’d spent years honing the strength and speed of my shifter abilities in human form. I could be powerful and explosive without transforming into a wolf.
The shifter charged again, madness swirling in its eyes as it came at me. Learning its lesson the last two times, it dived in low instead of coming high. He came at me, and the whole world slowed down. Adrenaline sped up my reflexes to the point that everything but me was in slow motion.
The tiger went for my knees. If those claws struck, they would slice me to the bone, and I’d bleed out before any of the fae medics could get to me.
At the last second, I jumped, jerking my hips to do a backflip. I landed exactly where I wanted—on the beast’s shoulders, right above its skull. Letting my legs slide down its chest between its forepaws, I flexed my thighs, pulling the paws backward as I wrapped my arm around the beast’s throat and hauled back, cutting off its blood and oxygen supply.
With its front legs effectively useless due to my legs pressing them back, the creature kicked hard with its hind legs, trying but failing to claw at me. The six-hundred-pound beast thrashed around, but I twisted its head. It tried to spin backward and crush me with its weight. I forced it to stay on its belly, and finally, after what felt like years and my arms were shaking, the tiger’s strength began to wane. Then, blessedly, it slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Heaving in lungsful of breath, I disentangled from the creature. The arm I’d used to choke the beast was like rubber, the bicep ready to cramp from the exertion I’d placed on it. I glanced into the crowd and saw a mixture of reactions on the faces there. Most showed shock and awe that I’d beaten the beast without killing it. Others looked annoyed that I’d gone the bloodless route. Wyatt looked as white as a ghost but gave me a grudging nod of respect. I couldn’t help but smirk about that. Did he have that little faith in me? He should know better after all these years.A slow clap started from stage left, and I looked over to see Von walking out as he applauded me.“My goodness, ladies and gentlemen. Look at this beauty,” he said, sweeping a hand toward me. The floating cameras followed his gesture. “I hope the alphas were all watching that. Miss Durst is a very worthy mate indeed. She looks just as good taming the wild beast as she does taming our hearts.”Every word out of his mouth
Chapter 16WyattDespite myself, I was impressed with the mansion. The place must have cost millions to build. It looked like every castle, manor, estate, and villa I’d ever seen on TV rolled into one. The colors were deep, dark, and rich—lots of crimson, gold, and dark green. Had they tried to make it look like some kind of glamorous haunted house on purpose? Probably. All part of the show. A modern house with a bunch of glass, stainless steel, and sleek lines wouldn’t inspire the same kind of gravitas that this one did.We were in a large parlor that overlooked the ocean. I’d taken a seat in a plush armchair near the window so I could enjoy the amazing view. The bright moon reflected off the waves. Part of me hoped Kira would come down soon so she could see it. The island sucked, but this was beautiful. I wanted her to see it.The other men started murmuring behind me. Turning in my chair, I saw Von leading Kira down the stairs, her arm in his. I glanced at the bracelet on my arm an
I despised this freaking bracelet. It was a powerful magic item. Even though I knew the risks and what it would mean to interfere, I’d seen Kira in trouble and had immediately tried to shift to help her. But I couldn’t. This little piece of jewelry could be activated to keep me from being able to shift. The damned vampire hadn’t really touched on that. It made me trust that bloodsucker even less than I already did. What other information was he holding out on?As soon as the light on the bracelet turned green, a few of the guys I’d put in my “danger zone” turned on the charm. Smiles flashed, biceps bulged, and eyebrows cocked like the arrogant pricks they were. I did the bare minimum to let them think I was excited to be there but nothing more. I wasn’t happy to be here. I was here to protect Kira and keep her safe. Nothing else.Kira hurried back into the seating room, looking somewhat embarrassed. “I’m so sorry. You guys were waiting for me, and I’ve been doing interviews. I apologi
“Don’t get cheeky. It’s a little early.” She swatted my arm playfully but hard enough to sting.Nathaniel glared at me, but I gave him an easy smile.Leif spoke up. “How old are you, Kira?”“Twenty-three,” she said.That started a cascade of personal questions from around the room. What did she do for fun? Where did she go to school? Did she play sports? What was the Eleventh Pack like? It went on and on. I got a bit bored since I already knew everything about her. Kira answered everything politely and asked questions in return.“Any siblings?” I asked, wanting to get back into the conversation.Kira turned toward me and gave me a half smile. “Yes, actually. I have an older brother. His name’s Kolton.”I grinned at her, sweeping my hand dramatically toward one of the floating cameras. “Well, say hi. I’m sure he’s watching.”Several other alphas laughed, and Kira went a bit pink in the face again. She turned to the nearest camera and gave it a sad little wave.“Hey, big brother.”As mu
“And before you ask, this isn’t sexism. In the seasons when it’s a single male reject and a bunch of female wolves trying to win him over, it’s the same thing. The main contestant always sleeps alone.”Zoe crossed her arms and cocked her head. “Always?”The witch rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. Some trysts may happen during filming, that’s to be expected—but no crew members or support staff are to stay with the lead contestant.” She turned back to me. “And even though she’s your friend, she’s still designated as your stylist. Therefore, she’s considered support staff.”“No,” I said firmly. “Absolutely not. I want her with me. We only got here a few hours ago, and I’d like to have someone who knows me to help me get settled.”I wasn’t asking, I was demanding. The witch could hear it in my voice. I did everything but growl at her. I would not be dissuaded. I’d fight the bitch right there in the hallway if I needed to.The woman looked ready to argue further, but something in my
Zoe was asleep on the massive velvet couch beside my bed when I crawled into bed. I stayed awake with the events of the day replaying in my mind. Interviews, flashing cameras, screaming fans, helicopters, tigers, food, flirting, stress…it was all too much. The sheets were hot, I was uncomfortable, and I couldn’t get my mind to slow down.Completely frustrated, I swung my legs out of bed and grabbed a thick robe from the closet. I wrapped it around myself, covering the silk pajamas they’d supplied me, and tiptoed out of the room, careful not to wake Zoe as I went.With no clue about where I was going, only the deep desire to wander, I padded down the hallway. Thankfully, it seemed all the crew had turned in for the night as well.The house was enormous. Many of the doors were closed, and I didn’t try opening them, afraid of barging in on someone’s quarters. The last thing I wanted was to stumble into a room and see Von Thornton balls-deep in one of the young female production assistant
The steely look he gave me made me feel weird inside. He could always keep his cool. I, on the other hand, struggled to keep my composure and had a temper. It irked me that he could be so stoic, even now when I was trying to piss him off by being an asshole.He leaned forward, his voice dropping even lower. “You know, there’s another way I’d like us to be connected. Something similar to what happened in that hotel room, maybe?”Heat and color flooded my cheeks. I scowled and shoved him back, but that only made him smile as he stumbled to regain his footing. That cocky grin pissed me off even more. I stepped close to him and pushed him against the wall, digging my muscles into the thick muscles of his chest. My body betrayed me, and I remembered how warm his flesh had been against mine. The way his tongue had slipped between my legs. The taste of his cock.I shook my head to clear the images and turned my glare back on him, desperately hoping he had no clue what had just been running t
“I know, Wyatt.” I was rapidly losing command of myself. “It’s all a matter of acting. I…play along. With the game, you know? Fool the people in this game and get through the games to get the prize.”He moved his face across mine, brushing his lips against me in the barest touch, almost like a breath of wind, so close to a kiss yet so far. I gritted my teeth to prevent myself from leaning forward and taking what he’d almost given me.Wyatt pinned me with those intense eyes of his. “This show isn’t a game. It’s more like torture right now. And are you sure you can act around me? Can you control yourself?”He made it sound like a challenge. I wrinkled my nose. “I can. I haven’t met a challenge I couldn’t overcome yet. Especially not one from you. You haven’t left me a choice.”With a dark laugh, Wyatt pressed his lips to mine. I wanted to shove him away, to knee him in the balls, then wipe my face and tell him how disgusting he was. Instead, warmth radiated through my pussy, and I opene