Fate of a Faux (Lords of Rathe #2) Read Online Meagan Brandy, Amo Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Forbidden, Paranormal Tags Authors: , Series: Amo Jones
Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
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Biting my tongue, I force myself to nod when all I really want to do is kick him in the fucking nuts, but I don’t know how things work here yet and don't want to die today because of my big ass mouth, especially when I just fought off a beast made of fucking fog!

Jesus, fuck, how is this my life now? I need to find a way to call Ben...

“What will he do to him?”

Sinner shakes his head, his knuckle coming up to run along my cheek. “No, Little L... it’s not what he will do. It's what you did.” Sinner moves so fast I can't track him, and then his arms are around me from behind and I’m moved to stand before Zeke.

Knight turns, looking me in the eye as he slices his claw from Zeke’s thigh down to his ankle, splitting his pants and flesh and then he does the same to the other.

I gasp, staring in shock as blood pours from his every limb.

Knight approaches me slowly, his eyes wild and hard and he pins them on me.

It's odd, how fucking terrifying and vengeful he looks in this moment, yet his touch when he grips my fingers and pulls them up to his lips is so damn gentle my body melts in his brother’s hold.

He looks to my palm, the one that isn’t cut and then back at me. “You gave him your blood, so I will drain his body of every ounce so that no part of you lives within him, and then I will break every bone in his body that is still intact. I won’t allow him to be healed until he’s spent the night hanging in the air for all to see as a warning of what happens when someone fucks with what’s mine.”

He presses closer to me, ignoring his brother's arms wrapped around me completely and then his teeth are bared and I watch, transfixed as his canines descend into sharp fangs.

I gasp, yet my toes curl in my shoes.

And then, so swift I don’t see it coming, he sinks his teeth into my palm, biting so hard I feel the vibration of my bone meeting his teeth.

I cry out in pain, but he growls so deep around me, his eyes turning white as he sucks from my open flesh. He releases me just as fast, licking across my skin as his mouth drips with my blood.

“Take her back to her room and lock her in there.”

“What—”

I'm thrown over Legend’s shoulder in the next second, kicking and screaming but it’s to no avail. What feels like seconds later, I'm tossed through my room door, my ass hitting the floor with a hard thump.

Legend glares down at me in disappointment. “You could have died.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t,” I snap back.

He scoffs, shaking his head and when he speaks it's in warning, “Be careful, London … or you will.” He slams the fucking door.

Throwing myself back on the carpet, I glare at the galaxy above.

“Fuck my life!”

Eighteen

Knight

Why the fuck did I bite her last night?

My body had just settled the slightest bit, the desperation for the taste of her tampered down by the earlier kill of the fucking runner, but then I smelled him on her. Smelled him on her.

I fucking snapped.

And now?

Now her blood runs through me once more, and my every fucking nerve ending is on fire.

I have no idea what this chick, Ophira, is saying, but if the golden snake around her neck keeps hissing at me, I’m going to eat him for fucking lunch. All I can think about is London.

I taste her every time I move my tongue, smell her every time I take a breath.

This courtship is such bullshit. I have no idea who I’m going to pick, but much to my mother's pleasure it will likely be the new girl.

She’s Stygian, came from one of our own. It’s the cleanest.

Definitely not gonna be this chick. Ain’t no way this snake is sleeping near my cock at night, so it’s with that thought I stand from the table.

Her golden eyes lift to mine, a slight frown building along her brow. It only takes her a second to realize what’s coming, and her eyes begin to swirl.

“You will not be the Queen of—”

I don’t get the last word out before the snake has released her throat and she inhales what seems like her first full breath, and when she speaks, her tone is like an exotic whisper that electrifies me. “My Lord, come to me.”

I turn the moment she speaks the words, taking a single step toward her and she climbs to her feet, but it's when her palms touch my chest that my mating bond flares, kicking and clawing at my insides with vengeance.

I snap out of it, and when she opens her mouth to speak again, I dart a hand out, latching it around her throat and breaking her windpipe.



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