Remembering that we’d all been given a silver knife as our only weapon, I pulled it from the thigh sheath and rushed forward. The feral saw me coming and released Leif’s foot to lunge toward me. The madness was evident in its eyes. I leaped at it, tackling the beast to the forest floor. It snapped its jaws at me, sending saliva strings slapping into my face. A paw lashed down and cut through my leggings, leaving four bloody gashes across my quadricep. The pain didn’t hurt so much as it pissed me off.
Slamming my knife into its side, I felt the blade slide through the skin and flesh like a knife through butter. There was a pop as it cracked through a rib and then a burst of bloody, foamed air when it pierced the lung.
The beast yowled and twisted from my grasp to run back into the jungle. I lost my knife, but I’d managed to get the thing away from Leif and myself. Crawling over to him, I found he was in bad shape. He’d passed out from either blood loss or shock. His body was riddled with deep bites, one right by his clavicle. He’d come inches from having his throat ripped out by the feral shifter.
He wasn’t healing fast enough. Shifters healed fasters than most other creatures on the planet. The gouges on my leg had already clotted and formed scabs, but Leif’s wounds were still seeping blood. With a sigh, I bent to lift the man into my arms. He was fucking heavy. I’d never be able to carry him to the mansion.
Before I even had Leif off the ground, I heard paws on leaves, panting breaths, and low growls. I tilted my nose to the air, taking in the scents around me. More ferals. All wolves, at least four of them. I’d lost my knife, and Leif’s was missing from his belt. No weapon, no ability to shift, and an unconscious body to protect. Fuck. Even my skills wouldn’t be enough to survive this if things went bad.
I crouched low and raised my fists, glaring into the forest, ready for whatever was to come. A familiar howl broke through the morning air, and a wolf leaped into the clearing. I recognized it immediately from the torn ear. Wyatt had told me he’d been grazed by a hunter’s silver bullet in his younger years. He’d carry that wound forever.
Wyatt backed up against me, lips pulled back from white fangs as he growled at the ferals circling us. Leif moaned, and his eyes fluttered open. Now was my chance.
I grabbed his arm and helped him to his feet. “Fucking run,” I growled, throwing one of his arms over my shoulders.
The feral shifters were slowly inching out of the forest, and Wyatt snapped and bit at them, keeping them off us long enough for Leif and me to stumble into the jungle toward the mansion. My leg was still sore, even though it was healing. Leif was barely able to stumble along, but it was better than carrying a dead weight.
After half a mile, my body aching and drenched in sweat, Wyatt reappeared beside us. He was scratched, and his fur was bloody, but he overall looked uninjured. He shifted to his human form and ran his hands over my body, looking for injuries.
“You’re hurt,” he said, seeing the claw marks on my leg.
“It’s fine. Can you take this freaking guy?” I groaned as I tried to push Leif toward Wyatt.
He took the other man in a fireman’s carry, then shot me a wicked grin. “Race?”
“Oh, hell,” I growled, then took off running.
My body was exhausted, but Wyatt was carrying Leif, which meant I should have still outpaced him. Much to my irritation and dismay, though, Wyatt was right there beside me, the other man hanging across his shoulders and groaning in pain.
The noises around us increased. Snarling, howling, and grunting came from so many different creatures that I couldn’t distinguish them from their sound or their scent. All I knew was they were getting closer. We were fast enough to outrun the ones behind us, but they were coming from all directions. We had to change our route three times to skirt one threat or another.
Wyatt hissed a curse as a scaled arm snapped out from the shadows, long curved talons scratching two deep furrows in his arm. I could see the outline of the mansion through the trees. We were almost there. My lungs and legs were on fire. I could only imagine how Wyatt’s body must have been groaning under Leif’s weight. Loath as I was to admit it, I was incredibly impressed with his strength.
Finally, we broke through the tree line and crossed over the magical barrier into the mansion’s grounds. We collapsed to the ground, dry-heaving and sucking wind. I glanced back and saw the feral shifters, vampires, and a half dozen other creatures slink back into the foliage. Close. That had been way too close. I sat on my knees, hands on my thighs as I looked around for any of the others, but the place looked deserted.
Clapping echoed from the top of the steps. Turning, I saw Von walking down, his umbrella hovering over him.
“Well done, Miss Durst. You are a surprise,” Von said. “Wonderful job getting back fast—and alive.”
Wyatt set Leif down, then scooped me up in his arms, carrying me toward the chairs on the veranda. It happened so fast, I didn’t register what was happening until we were right in front of the cameras Von was addressing. It sounded like he was giving the viewers some kind of run-down.
“Put me down,” I hissed. “I’m not hurt.”
Out of the corner of his mouth, he whispered. “Don’t forget the cameras.”
I looked back over at Von and realized what Wyatt was doing. The asshole was playing it up for the audience, making himself out to be my big strapping hero—my white knight. I groaned internally and felt my skin crawl, but Wyatt was right. If I didn’t thank him properly, the viewers might think I was a cold-hearted bitch. Reluctantly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his chest as he carried me to a chair, gently setting me down.
“Thank you for helping me get Leif back here, Wyatt. I don’t know how I could have done it without you.” I tried to make my voice as gracious and sweet as I could. The fact that it was true—I would never have saved Leif without Wyatt—stuck in my craw, but there wasn’t much to be done.Wyatt knelt in front of me and checked the wound on my leg as the cameras took in his every move. His body language and facial expression told me he was desperate to give me one of his legendary ass-chewings. He tended to give me those after I did something particularly dangerous. But he blessedly had to keep his mouth shut due to the cameras.Instead, he whispered, “I’m glad you made it back.”He sounded totally genuine, which surprised me. All I could do was nod at him. “Yeah. You too.”“Looks like you’re already healing up,” Wyatt said, running his fingers along my thigh, trailing over the thin fabric of my torn leggings.I glanced around. We were still alone.“Were we the first ones back?”Von smiled
I turned toward the men. Nathaniel pulled his wallet out and slid a crisp hundred-dollar bill into Omar’s hand. They’d placed bets on who would die first? I clenched my jaw.Tate watched the exchange and laughed, then shook his head. “Woulda been nice to win some money, but I’m just happy I got back looking less messed up than most of you. Speaking of, does anyone know how the hell Kira got back that fast? A little surprising since she obviously can’t keep her mind on task. Like, how dumb was it to go back for Leif? She could have gotten herself killed.”I clamped my mouth shut and curled my hands into fists instead of telling Tate exactly what I thought of his assessment of Kira.Surprisingly, Abel, who usually seemed so quiet and reserved, spoke up. “Yeah, Tate. It would be surprising to you. If Kira ran by and saw a piece of shit like you lying there, she’d leave your ass.”Omar snickered. “Please, what are you doing, Abel? Trying to look like Prince Charming?”“Yeah, get over your
Instead of being taken aback, Von’s smile only widened. “Well, this is exciting, isn’t it? Nathaniel, you are allowed a physical fight to take his advantage or reward for yourself. As our long-time viewers know, this is called an Alpha Brawl. Very sexy and usually bloody, but…” He held up a warning finger. “Competitors are not allowed to kill one another in the Brawl. That’s the only rule, really. Nathaniel, is this something you would like to pursue?”Nathaniel glared at me. “Hell, yes, I do.”He obviously wasn’t used to not coming in first place. It was like he took personal offense that I’d gotten back before he did. This fucker had been laughing about Ryan’s death and happily handing over the winnings to Omar.Gritting my teeth, I held Nathaniel’s gaze. “I accept,” I growled.Nathaniel stared me down. He was trying to intimidate me and was probably used to getting other guys—even alphas—to bow to his intensity. All I did was stare right back.“Fantastic,” Von said. “Before we get
“No weapons,” Von said. “All you have are your human and wolf forms and whatever fighting skills you bring to the brawl. Remember, killing is expressly forbidden and can be punished with expulsion from the island. That means you need to fight hard, but not too hard. Proceed,” Von said, slicing his hand through the air.The vampire backed up quickly to join the others. Nathaniel raised his fists into a fighting stance and walked toward me.“You screwed up now, motherfucker,” Nathaniel said. “Shoulda just given me the date. Shit, how is she gonna enjoy herself with a cunt like you?”“Nathaniel, do you ever shut up?” I asked, walking forward to meet him.He didn’t respond other than jabbing a fist at my nose. I turned my head aside at the last second. I was a little surprised by how fast he was. My face stayed passive as we circled each other. I’d already read him to the bone. The best way to fight a guy like this was to frustrate him. Once there, he’d make mistakes and give me openings.
J.D. wasn’t even grudging in his admiration. “Dude, you are freaking strong. Holy shit, man, that was fantastic.” He pumped his fists like he’d just watched his favorite boxer win a match he’d bet his life savings on.“This is bullshit,” Nathaniel groaned as he finally sat up. “That wasn’t a fair fight.”“What part wasn’t fair?” Mika asked in disgust.Nathaniel slowly got to his feet and gestured toward me. “He…well, he…” He shook his head, and his face went red. “You wouldn’t understand unless you were fighting him, but he fucking cheated.”Von raised his eyebrows, and I could tell he was doing an epic job of keeping himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes, anyway, it’s time for Wyatt and Kira to get ready for their romantic evening.” He looked from me to Kira and smiled gleefully. “And hopefully, we’ll get lucky and see some more pining looks. It looks like Kira enjoys a man who can take what he wants, hmmm?”Kira, face flushed, glanced away from me. So, Von had noticed the way she’d lo
All I could do was sit there for a few minutes and think about what Zoe had just revealed. Ryan had a mate back home? He’d been so charming and flirty with me the night before. I felt dirty and nauseated just thinking about it. I still didn’t think he deserved whatever fate had taken him out in the woods, but he most certainly didn’t deserve any more of my sadness and pity.Zoe was right—I needed to worry about my own survival. I wasn’t here to get a mate, either. Did that make me as bad as Ryan and the others? I supposed it did.“What other rumors or drama have you heard? Spill it, sister.”Zoe quickly looked away. “Uh…oh jeez. Let me get your next outfit first, then I’ll get into it.”She grabbed the clothes I’d be wearing. Once she started working, juicy tidbits of info started tumbling out.“So, neither Mika nor Leif wants to be here. Their packs forced them to come as some kind of severe punishment.”“Punishments for what?” I asked, gaping at her. What could be that bad?Zoe shru
I was appalled that she recalled so much of that might. She’d barely been able to stand when I found her out on the street, talking to Wyatt.“Also, you still haven’t given me the good dirt about Wyatt,” Zoe said.“What dirt?”Zoe held her palms so they were roughly six inches apart. “Bigger?”“Huh?”She moved her hands another three inches apart. “Bigger than this?” she asked with a gasp.“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Zoe. Stop it.”She pouted and lowered her hands. “It’s important information.”“That night was a spur-of-the-moment thing. I was coming here to maybe die, and I needed some stress release. That’s all that was. A night of…” I paused and gave a defeated shrug. “Good sex, I’ll admit. I was desperate to get my mind off everything for a while, and Wyatt happened to be there. Nothing more. I let myself forget what a bossy, domineering asshole he was for one hour. I put all that out of my mind, used his body to get what I wanted, and then we were done. I’ve already forgotten how it fe
Vin clasped his hands together and leaned down close to Wyatt. The hovering camera followed him and got a close-up view of the two men.“Wyatt, I think this would be the perfect time for you to ask Kira about her rejection story.”A cold hand clenched around my stomach. The last thing I wanted was to talk about that. Not with Wyatt, and not with hundreds of millions of people watching. I’d known that I would eventually have to talk about it. The show was called The Reject Project for a reason. But I never thought it would happen at the end of the first day or with this man—the person who’d been there to see the embarrassment, shock, and shame on my face. It would almost be like telling the story while looking into a mirror.Smiling thinly, Wyatt nodded to Von. “Great idea,” he said, but I could pick up the annoyance in his tone.Von, ever oblivious, grinned and took a step back. “Enjoy your dinner. The chefs of The Reject Mansion have a glorious seven-course meal planned for you.” He