Fangs of Anarchy: Forbidden Alpha (Part 4) In the Zone: A Werewolf Vampire Shifter Romance

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Authors: Dakota Cassidy
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killing Gannon—and speaking of him, Irish still hadn’t told Claire that he had
no idea where Gannon’s body was.
    It wouldn’t be long now before he’d have to confide in
someone. Juggling all these balls in the air at once was becoming harder and
harder.
    Finding out Gannon was deeper into the black market than
even he’d anticipated, sicker than he’d ever given the bastard credit for, made
it clear he needed to at least let Mathias in on this.
    And now , he had to find a way to
protect Claire before Courtland found out she was the one who’d killed his
brother. To protect the children of his town if Courtland was neck deep in
this, too.
    But Courtland claimed to know
nothing about where Gannon got the synthetic blood, and while he hadn’t rooted
around in his head, Irish tended to believe him. That meant there were likely
many things the Dogs were completely unaware of .
    Courtland was a sadistic fuck, and there was no way Irish
believed if Courtland knew what his brother was doing that he wouldn’t have
been all in.
    But then again, it would be just like Gannon to keep vital
information from his crew so he was always the one on top. Always the smug
ruler of his little kingdom.
    As he plodded out of the bedroom, he left it with regret.
This had been a safe harbor for him and Claire, somewhere they could hide. When
he was done ripping into her again, for posterity of
course, he’d tell her all about how much he’d wanted to stay right here with
her—forever.
    The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival. When he stepped
inside, Claire’s backpack was on the metal floor.
    Reaching down, he scooped it up and lugged it over his
shoulder. Jesus, they weren’t even officially a couple yet and he was already
carrying her purse.
    Some fierce, snarling vampire he was.
    As the doors popped open, his phone pinged an incoming text,
making him dig it out of his back pocket. He noted Liam’s number scrolling over
the top of the screen.
    He poked his head out into the garage, smelling the
oppressive air. He didn’t give a shit how badass Mathias thought his security
was. You could never be too careful.
    Blood. He smelled blood—three different types of blood to be
precise, so mingled together, it would take a moment for him to sort them.
    His gut tightened. Motherfucker.
    And that was when he saw two
security guards—enormous, beefy men, sprawled on the empty garage floor, blood
spilling from their heads.
    Claire. He smelled her blood.
    Jesus Christ, where was Claire?
    His vision narrowed for a moment before righting itself, before
the pounding in his head he wasn’t supposed to feel eased enough for him to see
any other color but the red haze of bone-crushing fury.
    Then his eyes caught sight of her sneaker, a faded pink with
pristine white shoelaces, left right near one of the security guards’ bodies,
with a trail of blood leading toward the exit.
    Fury. So deep, so thorough it engulfed
him, made him want to tear throats wide open, and smash faces to the hard
pavement until they were nothing but bloody pulps.
    His phone pinged again and, even enraged, he knew logically
he had to check it because of Hadley. He fought for control. He
fought for reason, but was there any reason when it came to his feelings about
Claire?
    Read the text, Irish.
Then go kill people , the rational side of his brain demanded.
    Irish clicked the text open, reading it—then reading it
again to be sure he was seeing it correctly.
    Sarah? Irish
frowned, his mind clicking through the faces of the people in Rock Cove until
he landed on the only Sarah he knew. Hadley’s best friend. The one who loved
the library so much?
    No. Fuck no.
    As his mind began to race, real fear began to claw its way
to the surface. So he reread the text from Liam for
confirmation.
    Sarah is missing. We
think kidnapped. Get the fuck home now, Irish!
    To Be Continued …
    (Swear part five is the last
part and all will be revealed ! Swear it on my shoes,
but for

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