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Authors: Karen Lynch

Tags: #Vampires, #Fantasy, #Young Adult, #Romance

Relentless (42 page)

“I have to go away for a while,” I explained as he stared at me intently. “You be careful and don’t go too far into the woods where the hunters will get you. And watch the cars on the road. I know you and your friends act like road kill is an all you can eat buffet, but don’t be stupid about it, alright?”

He shifted restlessly and I stroked the back of his head, knowing this could be the last time I ever saw him. My future was so uncertain and there were lots of dangers to a wild bird, even one as smart as Harper.

Never one to stay still for long, Harper lifted his wings preparing to take off. “I’ll miss you,” I said to him before he left my hand and circled me twice before flying away. I watched him until he disappeared from sight, then I walked resolutely back to the waiting vehicles.

Ignoring all the stares, I hugged Roland and Peter and told them I’d call as soon as I got wherever I was going. Then I got into the back of the SUV. The windows were tinted and I felt invisible to the rest of the world and more alone than I had ever been. I shivered and pulled my small coat tighter around me.

The front doors opened and Nikolas and Chris climbed in. “Okay, that was one for the books,” Chris declared as he started the car. His eyes twinkled when they met mine in the rearview mirror. “All set?”

“As much as I ever will be.”

Nikolas turned in his seat to look at me. “Are you alright?”

Was I? I was heading off to God knows where to live with strangers. My future was uncertain, a vampire Master wanted me dead, and I was leaving everyone I knew. But the way Nikolas looked at me reminded me of that night in the alley when he silently assured me that I was not alone. There was something between us I couldn’t define, but I’d felt it when I thought I was dying and the moment I saw him standing in the kitchen doorway yesterday. It was more than a truce; it was like we were connected somehow after everything we’d been through together. Whatever it was and whatever was waiting for me, I knew I could trust him to be there with me like he had been through all of this. Maybe we could even be friends. Stranger things had happened.

I gave him a small smile. “No, but I will be.”

 

 

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The End
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Author Note

 

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Refuge, book 2 in the Relentless trilogy will be released in December and is now available for pre-order on
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Read on for excerpts from books by two of my favorite authors: Hope(less) by Melissa Haag and Runes by Ednah Walters.

Acknowledgements

 

Thank you to my sister Anne-Marie and my good friend Teresa for patiently reading my work and giving me honest feedback and to my family and friends for their support and encouragement. And thank you to Brian Cook for proving that characters don’t only exist in books.

About the Author

 

When she is not at her job as a computer programmer, Karen Lynch can be found writing, reading and baking. A native of Newfoundland, Canada, she currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with her cats and two crazy loveable German Shepherds: Rudy and Sophie.

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In a world filled with people, Gabby is uniquely alone. The tiny sparks she sees in her mind represent the people around her, but she doesn't know why she sees them. A chance encounter leads her closer to answers she's struggled to find and into a hidden society where fur is optional.

 

“Gabby, wait,” Sam called.

Hearing him stand and follow me caused my stomach to dip.  My steps slowed for a heartbeat.  Stepping through the door could compromise my wellbeing...but staying inside wouldn’t get me answers.  The door beckoned.  I stepped through onto a packed dirt path and looked around.

The light that spilled from the door illuminated a small area.  The trees that crowded the building left only a small gap of about twenty feet between the treeline and the roofline, which cast the area in an early dusk.  In the cleared space near the back door, twenty men waited quietly.  I frowned, puzzled.  Something still felt off.  I’d expected to see many more given the rushed Introductions.

Closing my eyes, I breathed deep and focused.  Tiny sparks flashed around me in the darkness.  Sam, I saw, stood to my right.  His spark glowed steadily, not blinking at all.  The group of twenty was different.

Some of the werewolves’ lights blinked like strobes.  Some faster, some slower.  Some so slow, I at first thought they might have left.  As I studied them, it began to make sense.  I wasn’t seeing werewolves quickly running all over the place, rather an arrhythmic indication of a werewolf’s location.  I focused beyond the twenty.  Lights too numerous to count stood out in the darkness.  It would take hours to meet them all.

Had all the prior Introductions been a farce, a game to keep me from running until Sam could arrange the real thing?  How strongly were the Elders determined to see me Mated?  Would they let me leave unMated?  Had my thoughts of college been a dream?  I struggled with my growing frustration and panic.  No.  Not a dream.  I wouldn’t give up.

I opened my eyes already knowing that the group of twenty had doubled.  I studied their faces and noted more bruising and blood.  Some men dressed in jeans and shirts while others wore clothes too filthy from fighting to identify.  Seeing the filth and blood, I understood why they wanted to rush the Introductions.  Too many werewolves had arrived for this; and the Mating challenges the Elders feared, had begun.

I didn’t say anything.  I couldn’t.  Anger churned in my stomach at Sam for not telling me.  I felt tricked and yet sad for the men waiting.

“Sam,” I said, turning my gaze on him.  There was nothing playful in my look.  I wanted to tell him that I would never forgive him for this but knew the werewolves listening would take my words as a rejection.  It would take away what little hope they had facing these numbers.  Instead, I let my look convey everything I felt.

He lowered his gaze and broke eye contact, something he never did first.  Good.  He knew.

I turned away and studied the growing crowd.  I’d lived among them enough to know not to show intimidation.  They respected strength.  With their hearing, I didn’t need to raise my voice.  Even those still hidden within the trees would hear me.

“No more fighting.  There’s no need to wait and fight for your place in tonight’s Introduction.  I will meet you all.  Start a line here, and I’ll walk it.  If I am not right for you, there is no need for you to remain after I’ve passed you.  You may leave and know that I am honored by your presence here tonight.”

Men silently stepped from the trees and moved to create a line as I’d asked.  They continued to emerge from the woods even as the line extended around the corner.  Because of that, new rows started behind the first line.  The shuffling continued until roughly five hundred gathered.  So many men focused on me, all at the same time, made my stomach churn.  If they were human...I suppressed a shudder at the thought.

Ignoring the vast number, I moved toward the first man, nodded stoically, then turned to start the slow walk down the line.  The Elders kept pace with me.  I didn’t bother pausing to meet anyone’s eyes.  Only my scent mattered.

As I’d asked, those without a strong interest stepped out of the line and walked back into the woods.  It allowed those behind them to move forward and take their place.  When I reached the end, I turned around to walk it again.  I paced the line several times in silence so all would get their fair chance.  As the number remaining decreased, my mood lightened.  Sam made note of names as needed.  Soon only a handful of men remained.

While my future loomed brighter, theirs dimmed.  I nodded solemnly to those remaining and watched them melt back into the trees.  I truly felt for them, but I’d experienced no attraction to any of them—no pull that Sam and other Elders and werewolves had assured me I would feel when—not if—I met the one.  A triumphant smile wanted to break free, but I contained it, not wanting to offend anyone.  Finally, my duty was complete.  I breathed deeply of freedom, ready to go back to my room.

Behind me, the Elders moved, reminding me of their presence.  My mood shifted.  The anger and betrayal from their lack of warning resurfaced.  With a stiff back and tight mouth, I made my way toward the door and the waiting Elders.  I didn’t meet any of their eyes.

Sam had hours during the drive to say something but hadn’t, and now all of his secrecy had been for nothing.  I hadn’t found a mate.  Did he realize the pointlessness of his gesture?  I seriously doubted telling me in advance would have changed the outcome other than to make me nervous during the drive up.  That, however, would mean I shouldn’t be mad at him so I quickly disregarded the thought.  Honesty was honesty.  He should have told me.

Walking the dirt path, which I realized I’d tread over several times in my socks, I saw a peculiar shadow on the ground melding with the shadow of the still open door.

I looked up at the space behind the door and saw the flash of eyes just before a man stepped into view.  I froze.  My stomach dropped, and my heart did a strange little flip.  Before I could take my next breath, a shiver ran up my spine and gooseflesh rose on my arms.  My anger spiked, uncontrolled.

“You have got to be kidding,” I whispered to myself without thinking.  I’d been so close to escaping.

His filthy long, dark hair trailed in front of his eyes and shadowed his face into obscurity.  An old, dull-green army jacket, just as filthy as his hair, hung from his frame while his bare feet shone pale against the black sweats he wore.  I couldn’t tell his age, the color of his hair, or the color of his eyes—because of the tangle of hair—but I could see the glint of them as he moved away from the door.

He stalked toward me.  I remained frozen and tried to deny the significance of the encounter as my stomach continued to do crazy little flips.  Just before he reached me, he turned away and walked around the corner of the building, heading not into the woods as the rest had, but to the front of the building.

I stared after him, momentarily confused.  He’d recognized me.  Just as I had him.  Why had he turned away?  Did it matter?  Move!  Escape before he changed his mind!

Finally, my feet obeyed, and I lurched toward the door.

“Sam, I’ve more than fulfilled any obligation I had to you or the pack.  I’d like to leave tonight.”  The Elders stepped aside before I bowled them over.

I rushed past them, through the Introduction room and into the interior hall.  There I paused to pull off my dirt-caked socks.  Charlene would have me cleaning floors if I walked through the halls in my filthy socks.

Maneuvering through the fortuitously quiet and empty halls, I struggled to control my emotions.  Over the years,  I’d learned control, knowing those around me would be able to smell things like fear, anger, lust, or even sadness.  But tonight all that control evaporated.  Anger and fear swamped me.  Anger at Sam for arranging the whole damn thing, and fear that the Elders knew what had just happened.

I’d been so close to freedom.  Sam had set me up, stacking the odds against me with the sheer number of werewolves in attendance.  Why would it have to be the very last one I saw that sent a bolt of lightning right into my stomach?  Was it too much to ask for just one break in my life?

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Raine Cooper does not believe in magic or the supernatural, until her new neighbor, Torin St. James, uses weird markings to heal her and she starts seeing things others don't see and feeling things she's never felt before. There’s only one solution, she must find out what he is and why he can’t leave her alone because everything about him says he’s not human.

 

I texted Coach Fletcher, in case I didn’t make it on time, then slipped behind the wheel. The tire pressure should hold. Please, let it hold.

I backed out of the driveway and reached out to shift gears when my new neighbor left his garage, pushing a Harley. Shirtless. I swallowed, drooled. His shoulders were broad and well-defined. His stomach ripped.

He glanced my way, and I quickly averted my eyes and stepped on the gas pedal. My car shot backwards instead of forward and slammed into something, jerking me forward. Panicking, I hit the brakes and looked behind me.

“Oh, crap.” Of all the mailboxes on our cul-de-sac, I just had to hit the Petersons’.

Cursing, I shifted gears, moved forward until I got off the curb, switched off the engine, and jumped out of the car. Everyone had their mailboxes imbedded in concrete, but not the Petersons. They had to go overboard and use a fancy, custom-made miniature version of their house. Now the post leaned sideways like the Tower of Pisa, with red paint from my car all over the white pole. Their mailbox was totaled, the mail scattered on the ground.

Someone called out something, but I was busy imagining Mr. Peterson’s reaction when he saw his mailbox. He was a big conspiracy theorist. The government and people were always out to get him. He’d believe I deliberately knocked down his stupid mailbox.

“That looks bad,” Blue Eyes said from behind me, startling me.

“You think?”

He chuckled. “From that snarky comment, you must be okay.”

“Peachy.”

I picked up the mail. He moved closer as he helped, bringing with him a masculine scent hard to describe. It bugged the crap out of me that I liked it. Worse, the heat from his body seemed to leap through the air and wrap around me in ways I couldn’t describe.

My mouth went dry. The instinct to put space between us came from nowhere, but I ignored it. Only cowards ran when faced with something they didn’t understand, and my parents didn’t raise one. Still, a delicious shiver shot up my spine, and a weird feeling settled in my stomach.

I waited until I was in control of my emotions before turning to face him. I tried not to stare at his masculine arms and chest. I really did, but all that tanned skin was so inviting and begging to be ogled. I’d seen countless shirtless guys before. Half the swim team spent time in tight shorts that left very little to the imagination, but their bodies were nothing like his. He must be seriously into working out. No one could be this ripped without hitting the gym daily.

“My face is up here, Freckles.”

My eyes flew to his, and heat flooded my cheeks. I rushed into speech to cover my embarrassment. “I, uh, I was just leaving to go to swim practice and… and...”

“I distracted you. Sorry about that.”

He didn’t sound sorry. “You didn’t.”

He cocked his eyebrows. “Didn’t what?”

“Distract me,” I snapped and snatched the mail in his hands. “Thanks. I was checking my text messages when I should have been paying attention to where I was going,” I fibbed.

Amusement flared in his eye, his expression saying he recognized my explanation for what it was: a lie. He had incredibly long lashes and beautiful eyes. Sapphire came to mind but…

Grinding my teeth at my weird behavior, I started toward the driver’s seat, going for that space between us before I did something stupid like reach out and touch him or continue gazing into his eyes like a lovesick dimwit.

“Aren’t you going to tell them you hit their mailbox? I mean, it’s against the law to flee a crime scene and all that.”

I glared at him. “I will talk to them when they come home from work. For now, I plan on leaving them a note. Not that it’s any of your business.” I searched inside the glove compartment for a notepad or anything to write on, but found nothing.

“I could explain to them what happened if you’d like,” he offered in a gentle voice. “You know, share the responsibility. After all, I did distract you.”

Seriously, how could someone so beautiful and tempting be so arrogant and annoying? I counted from ten to one then said slowly, “I don’t need your help.”

“Actually, you do.”

“No, I don’t.” I marched to my house, conscious of Blue Eyes watching me. Sure enough, when I looked back, just before I entered the house, his eyes were locked on me, an amused smile on his lips. What was he so happy about? And why couldn’t he just go away?

I pulled a piece of ruled paper from my folder and scribbled an apology with unsteady hands, then went to Dad’s home office for a large manila envelope. Times like this, I missed him more. My eyes welled.

I blinked hard and put everything from the Petersons’ mailbox into the large envelope before taping my note on the outside. I’d have to figure out how to pay for a new mailbox. Mom didn’t like me working at the shop ever since I broke a few mirrors last summer, and jobs were hard to come by because of the bad economy. Something would come to me once I was calmer. Right now, I just wanted to get my butt to the pool and lose myself swimming.

I paused to calm myself before leaving the house.

Blue Eyes was studying the damaged mailbox like an insurance adjuster. Why couldn’t he go bother someone else? Or at least put on a shirt?

“Excuse me.” I skirted around him and propped the manila envelope against the crooked pole.

“I can fix this before they come home,” he said.

I eyed him suspiciously. “Really? How?”

A weird expression crossed his face, but his eyes were watchful as though he couldn’t wait to see my reaction. “Magic.”

“Magic?” My hands fisted. I was in trouble, and he was messing around. “You know what? Stay away from me, Blue Eyes. Don’t talk to me or even acknowledge we know each other when our paths cross again. ”

“Blue Eyes?” he asked, eyebrows cocked.

“That’s me playing nice.”

He laughed. “Look, Freckles—”

“Don’t call me that.” I hated that nickname. It was a reminder of the hated spots on the bridge of my nose and the teasing I’d endured in elementary school. I slid behind the wheel, started the car, and took off. I was careful not to drive too fast even though I wanted to floor the gas pedal.

I could see Blue Eyes watching me as he grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, until I left our cul-de-sac and turned right. My day had just gone down the toilet.

 

 

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