Read Carter's Tryck [Brac Pack 17] for Free Online Page B

head lulled back.
    Tryck growled when he saw the dried blood in his mate’s hair.
    That beautiful spun gold shouldn’t be marred with crimson. He smelled the smoke, and knew his brothers had taken care of the building. He wouldn’t shed a tear for anyone in there. Their days of playing God were over. May they burn in hell.
    “Where the hell is Teaky?” Tank asked when the others joined him. Remi had a gash under his eye—something a shift would heal in no time—the rest of the shifters looking no worse for the wear.
    “If he screwed us over, I’m going to kill him. I have no fucking clue where we are.” Maverick cursed, slowly spinning around, scanning the area.
    Tryck spun around, protecting his mate’s limp form as a body began to shimmer in front of them. No one was getting Carter again.
    He would fight to the death to protect what was his.

    40
    Lynn Hagen
    Teaky finally appeared, and the shifters automatically grabbed each other’s hands as the Elvin man shimmered them back to the makeshift village.
    “Can you take my bike back?” It rankled Tryck to ask Maverick for a favor, but he wasn’t letting Carter go. It also irritated him because no one had ever ridden his baby before.
    Instead of the smart-ass reply he expected from the Alpha, Maverick only nodded and climbed on to his hog.
    Tryck climbed into the back of the SUV, Tank driving and Remi riding shotgun. Once they hit the gravel drive, Tryck slid over, ready to hop out and get his mate inside. He walked through the front door, ignoring the stares from the den as he climbed the stairs two at a time, kicking his bedroom door closed behind him.
    He’d find out later what happened after he left the building. Right now all he wanted was to hold his mate. Grabbing the comforter from the bed, Tryck settled in the cushioned chair that sat in one corner of his bedroom.
    He wrapped it around Carter’s frail-looking body, settling back.
    “Wake for me, bebé .” Tryck stroked his face, taking in his features now that Carter was stationary for longer than five minutes.
    The Elvin creature was breathtaking. Tryck traced the shell of his elegant ear, smiled at how dainty it seemed. It came to a cute little point. He loved the golden hair that framed his face like a veil of magic, but what he wanted to see the most was those beautiful golden eyes.
    “Tryck,” Carter moaned, his eyes fluttering open. Tryck ran his fingers down his mate’s face, happy to see him finally waking up.
    “I have you, gatito .”
    Carter’s eyes blinked a few times, they grew wide with horror, and then his mate started clawing at him. “I didn’t break my promise, I swear,” he cried hysterically. “I didn’t break my promise. I didn’t.” Tryck wrapped his arms around the screaming man, holding him in a vise to prevent him from hurting either of them. “Hush, I know,” Carter’s Tryck
    41
    he repeated over and over again. Tears threatened to spill from Tryck as Carter kicked and bucked.
    “No, no, no,” his mate sobbed, grabbing at Tryck desperately.
    “Oh, God.” Carter lay in his arms openly crying.
    Tryck held onto his mate, tucking Carter’s face into his neck. “I have you.” Tryck did something he never thought he would. He began to softly sing to his mate in his native Spanish tongue. He sang a song his mother used to sing to him when he was a frightened pup.
    He rocked his mate, starting the song over from the beginning.
    Carter lay in his arms crying as Tryck sang in his ear.
    The crying lessened, Carter clinging to him as Tryck began the song again for a third time. He rocked back and forth, putting every tender emotion into the lyrics that he had kept hidden for so long.
    His mate finally settled, his body gave up its rigid stance, and Carter soon fell asleep. Tryck continued to quietly sing, rubbing circular patterns around his mate’s back. He never wanted to see Carter like this again.
    The singing ceased, Tryck staring out of the large widows that