Alpha Rogue 3 (BBW Paranormal Wolf Shifter Romance)

Alpha Rogue 3
Alpha Rogue 3
Terry Bolryder
Contents

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opyright
© 2014 by Terry Bolryder

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T
o my amazing
, wonderful mate.

Note from the Author

A
lpha Rogue
is
a paranormal romance serial. The story is told in novella length episodes with cliffhangers, and I’ve priced each part low enough that by the time you have purchased all parts, you’ll only have paid the price of one book (99 cents for each part, or available through Kindle Unlimited). I know that this format isn’t for everyone, but I love serials and find they keep things exciting for me as a writer. I hope you enjoy if you decide to still read it.

1
Hawes

T
he fight is
the last place I want to be right now. I don’t want to be a part of this plan. I can’t bear to have Rose around, a reminder of the time we’ve had together. Of all the time I would have liked to spend with her.

Sure, it’s been forty-eight hours since we met. Before that I was drowning in my own self-medicated pity and my only desire was to fight and wait eagerly for the next one. But things have changed in me. I feel alive again. Or at least I did. Now I want to just go home and start to try to forget.

I can see Rose, still standing there in the gym back at the mansion, simultaneously doing the right thing and breaking my heart. The second time it’s been broken now, I guess.

How is it I can both respect and hate the decision she made? How can I both want to be beside her and be as far away from her as possible?

Josh didn’t help, either.

That’s why it’s one more fight. One last favor for Rose. And I guess a favor for shifter-kind as well. But matters of the heart rarely weigh such broad-reaching needs and concepts in the balance of decision.

So here I am, standing in the middle of the ring. Probably my last fight. I’ll move onto something else after this. At least the venue is grand enough to make things go off with a bang. The air is still musty, rotten almost, but the space is much larger. There must be quadruple the spectators here. Their cheers fall on deaf ears though. I never did this for the applause, and I’m not in the mood to change that.

The announcer has called the contestant. For the first time, I think I pity the person I’m about to fight. Maybe it’s because I see him as I see myself in this situation- a pawn. We’re both here to serve someone else’s purposes. Him to serve the mob’s, me to serve the Tribunal’s. Sorry pal, but you’ll have to take one for the team. I am too, it just happens to be your lot that you’ll be the one taking a beating, not me. I’ll send you flowers or something when this is over.

My new contestant is different from the usual fare. He’s not tattoo-ridden, doesn’t look like a pirate, and now that he’s removed his robe, I can see he isn’t covered with scars or missing any teeth. I guess the mob wanted me to square off with someone who takes their personal appearance seriously.

I take a closer look though. Mean looking guy, maybe the meanest I’ve ever seen. Short, closely shaven beard. Dark hair.

Where have I seen that face before?

I look around in the crowd, searching for someone short and wearing a hoodie, and find her. In the front row, watching us, is Rose. My Rose. And yet, not my Rose.

Only Rose looks shocked and alarmed about something. What is it Rose? Can’t bear to see me shirtless like this again?

Whatever it is though, she’s serious. I see her shouting and covering one ear with her finger, probably speaking into an earpiece.

I take another look at my opponent. Whatever it is, Rose keeps looking at me, then back to him.

The face is more familiar now. He sees me and looks up, eyes cold and dark, a hint of a grin in the corner of his mouth, while the announcer is finalizing his speech to the crowd.

Vincent Legrand.

Oh, this is perfect. Looks like I’ll be the one having the real fun tonight.

Rose


I
t’s Vincent Legrand
,” I shout into my earpiece. “He’s the one in the ring.”

“Are you sure?” Josh replies. I’m barely able to hear him through my earpiece over the roar of the crowd.

“I’m positive. I can see him perfectly from here,” I reply.

“Not good,” he says back.

“What do we do?” I speak loudly, trying to be loud enough for him to hear me over the crowd, but not so loud as to attract undue attention. Thankfully the bleachers are full of drunk, overly noisy, rowdy humans, so I’m guessing no one cares.

There’s silence on the other end. I strain my ear to make sure I’m not missing anything, but there’s just a long pause, until I finally hear Josh on other end.

“We let them fight.” Josh’s voice is resigned.

“Are you kidding? I must not have heard you right,” I reply, incredulous at what I think I just heard.

“They have to fight, Rose. We’ll get Legrand either way, but we can’t disrupt the fight or it will cause a stir. We couldn’t stop it even if we wanted to.”

“What about the SWAT team? The police? We can stop it before it happens.”

“Their operation is in the neighboring building that houses the mob offices. Primarily their records,” I hear, missing a word or two as the crowd gets louder and louder. “Aside from Legrand, none of their key targets are at the fight, and they don’t want a scene. If a single policeman enters this place then all hell will break loose and neither we nor they will be able to catch anyone.”

This is crazy. All of a sudden our simple plan has backfired. And the one on the receiving end of that shot is Hawes. He has no clue what he’s getting into.

Right now, I don’t care about the operation. I don’t care about catching Legrand. I don’t care if I lose my job. I care about Hawthorne. I can’t let him do this.

I jump up from my seat and go to the side of the ring. The cage is raised several feet off the ground, so it can be more easily seen by the crowd. I grab the cage and shake it violently, shouting, hoping to get Hawes’ attention.

“Hawes! Get out of there! It’s Legrand!” I cry at the top of my lungs. But the crowd is deafening now, waiting for the match to start, excitement building on top of anticipation of the big match.

I can see Josh out of the corner of my eyes, no longer walking drunkenly, but running up to me. I can see several bouncers coming up as well, probably to deal with what looks like a rabid fan who is closer to the ring than she should be. Before the bouncers reach me, Josh pulls me back to my seat on the bleachers.

“What are you doing?!” he asks, angry and befuddled.

“We have to do something. There’s no way Hawes can fight Legrand in the ring,” I reply.

“There’s nothing else we can do, don’t you see?” Josh says, talking animatedly with his hands.

There’s the sound of an air horn heard above the crowd, piercing through the arena, signaling the beginning of the match.

Nothing else to do but watch and pray.

Don’t die, Hawes. Please.

Hawes

T
he match has started
, and I’m so excited I can hardly think. I get to wipe the floor with Legrand
and
Rose will get to see me do it.

Sure, he may be a shifter-killer, a wanted man, an outlaw. But I’m Hawes.

It’s exciting to think that I’ll get to fight someone a rung higher than a regular human for once. Someone who can actually put up a fight. The ultimate distraction.

A real fight.

The horn blows and I begin circling Legrand, hoping to get a feel for his style. He doesn’t do anything. Just stands there and watches me circling. Those dark eyes, watching me closely as I move. I dodge right and left, and he just follows me with his eyes, studying.

It’s kind of unnerving, but if he’s not going to be the one to throw the first hit, might as well be me I guess.

I lunge with a front kick, hoping to get a feel for what he has in terms of speed. He doesn’t move an inch, and my kick catches him squarely in the stomach. Aside from sliding back a few inches, he just glares and looks back at me.

If he wants to be a punching bag, I’ll oblige him.

I regain my footing and throw a punch at his face, catching him squarely in the jaw. His head flies to the side, then returns back to its place.

This guy isn’t dangerous, he’s crazy.

I back off, waiting for his counter, but there’s nothing. He looks like he’s calculating something in his head. It’s devious. But he doesn’t show me anything. The perfect poker face.

The crowd is wild and each blow riles them to new heights. Some are yelling for The Chainsaw to do something already. Others are calling for me to put the idiot out of his misery, or something like that.

All I can feel is a terrible sinking feeling in the bottom of my stomach. And somewhere, Rose’s eyes are on me.

Can’t let her down now.

I rush at Legrand, hoping to land a knee square into his chest. This time, Legrand moves, redirecting my knee with a circular motion made with his elbow.

Finally, a target that moves.

I counter with a left hook, then a right. Legrand’s technique is good though. Really good. He’s able to put his arms up to catch my swinging fists with his hardened shoulders, avoiding any real damage. Hoping to catch him off guard, I whirl with my elbow toward his face. The cranking motion of the attack creates incredible force, and it’s often enough to knock an opponent out in one blow, if it lands correctly.

Legrand just ducks to the side, looking completely unaffected, his facade unbroken. I spin again on the ground, hoping to sweep his leg and bring him to the ground, where I’m confident my Jiu-Jitsu practice will come in handy, but he simply skips backward.

Not only is he fast, he’s experienced too. When did Mr. Shifter-Murderer have time to work on his MMA form?

I’m not used to matches like this, and I step back for a second to catch my breath. Even going at my fastest, he’s unnaturally fast. I remind myself that he’s a shifter too. Except that even most shifters wouldn’t be a match for me.

He’s just got great technique, I think. It’s just that, right?

Legrand’s eyes have changed. They’re no longer thinking, as if he’s somewhere in the back of his head. They’re focused now, completely on me, like one of those creepy optical illusions that is always staring at you, no matter what direction you look at it from. Only instead of a statue or a creepy ghost, it’s the eyes of a killer.

I got this though.

Legrand approaches me, throwing a roundhouse, which narrowly misses my face as I duck under it. Instantly afterwards he throws several jabs. I’m able to block them, but they’re not the jabs from a human MMA fighter. Or any normal shifter for that matter. It stings, even though I’m able to mostly deflect the blows with the harder parts of my body. He leaps and brings his knee toward me, and I back up quickly, the force of it narrowly missing me.

While I’m still trying to process the rapid change of events, The Chainsaw swivels and throws his leg backwards, catching me squarely off guard. The force is incredible, and it throws me back against the cage, which is closer now than I remember it being.

It looks like he was trying to corral me against the edge of the ring. It’s a terrible place to be, generally. The only way out is through your opponent.

Being slammed against the cage hurts, but I’m reeling from the blow from his heel. It felt like a thousand bricks focused into only a couple of square inches of space. Even my incredibly hard abs are struggling to recover, and I’m trying to gasp for air.

Wasting no time though, Legrand charges into me, slamming into the reinforced fence that acts as the boundary for the ring. He’s locked one of my arms in his, the other hand wrapped around my neck, preventing me from slipping past him.

I try to wriggle free, but it’s no use. Not only is his technique flawless, his strength is incredible. I’ve fought shifters before, often outnumbered, and they were never a match for me. Until now.

Legrand, his face inches from mine, looks into my eyes, which I can now see are dark grey, cold and soulless.

Using my free arm, I try to get Legrand to move, striking him in the side. But stuck against the fencing, I can’t get any leverage. There’s no space to move in to get behind any of my punches.

He holds my locked arm tighter, and I can feel my joints and bones bending as he tries to snap my arm with the vice made by his armpit. I’m able to resist it, but just barely.

Legrand just looks at me and shakes his head slightly.

“Tsk, tsk, Hawthorne. You didn’t think you were the only one with alpha strength,
did you
?”

I guess before now, I thought it was something that only ran in the family. But now the truth is staring me plainly in the face.

Oh shit.

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