In the Alpha’s Arms

Hell or High Water

A loud splash on her left had Lita swiveling her head fast to find Ren rolling his neck, the water surrounding him slashing heavily. The black eye she’d seen earlier was all but healed, leaving a faint, darker shadow.

What threw her was his dark look, like he was ready to rip someone in two. Only that look wasn’t cast in her direction, it was cast overhead to Chris. Whatever silent conversation passed between them, Ren’s face was pure murder as he pulled his eyes away.

When he met Lita’s gaze again, his face said it all but he decided to put it to words anyway, “Don’t get any fucking ideas,” he growled, I’m just covering my own ass. If Chris wants to hang himself pulling shit like this, he can go right ahead. I like my head attached to my fucking body.”

She balked, nodding, “Don’t worry, I hadn’t planned on thinking you were decent at all. Enemy of my enemy and all that.” Following his attention back to the four in front of her, she braced her stance.

if she had any idea which of the men, those were. But judging by the nasty leers two of the men gave him, she could figure it out. By process of

Ren. Limbs were flying everywhere, taking every ounce of skill and concentration Lita had to dodge. But she took some hard hits to the sternum anyway

consciousness as boots crashed down around her, looking for her. She could feel tension under her skin, stretching, expanding like a balloon ready to burst. Was she dying? God if she had been at

water again as Ren leaned her against the wall so he could get back to fighting. It was three on one, now. Ren had taken one out but he still

the savage sound warped into a howl. His eyes flashed

she might as well have been staring at the grim reaper because

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