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Wake a Sleeping Tiger

Chapter 2 Samara

Word Count: 2476    |    Released on: 19/06/2022

n't enough to stop him,

her walk away. He'd know

ng. And when it happened

wild independence and p

The thought of the dan

an he could

d, his lips lowering to

stake straight to his bal

To back her against the w

r. He'd take her from be

er thighs as his tee

raking over the tender

ng, releasing, his tongue

shoulders, her head rest

hat left her throat one of

is senses, the reaction so

de him that he knew h

hing

hing

d pulled her to him, Cu

ed back

e taste of her skin, so s

ning his back on her, he

ught to get a g

d him. He'd never let hi

, before his wife's pain

like another presence

orry." What more cou

t, even t

bye, C

from the kitchen to the

her before pulling back, f

led back in fury, a snar

d his fist into the wall,

ing dr

at his knuckles, his fin

asn't just the fist that

and was balled so tight

he flesh o

, forcing himself back

tter on t

mself, he ripped it to

ching them flutter wit

d be

mned way to show him h

ess dangerous operation

he should have done it a

ce. She was funny, insig

'd run

, though Chelsea wasn't

better than that. And s

give her a day or two, l

n she'd

't have be

't allow

G

s just

tangled black hair and

a's guts, formed a l

racing heart. Logic and t

to move into

r. Te

arnings of evil were pu

the child stu

ust a little bit closer.

calculate everything perf

ly one who died in this

lowed her to pick up ev

The sight of huge bite m

nightmares. If she survi

spilling more down the a

o

r fell to the child's s

sed and swollen face. Sh

s definitely, possibly

out of there fast, the

right here. Come on,

ma

o doubt useless, but stil

ower of rock that hid he

die

self. If they saw her, t

Desert Runner she'd taken

f a nightmare she could

fears didn't hold a

filled the night with

e little baby, keeping he

od seeping steadi

tures pushing the chil

onceive monsters such as t

il

on, Louisa, you're al

eyes on the child, will

shadows, ready to scoop

his ni

night carried the hoar

hid. "Momma, help me."

l with agony and threaten

ring her

e now, then she'd lose

no way to fun

he child only long enou

the little girl stum

ere keeping Louisa in

heir field of vision, the

t close enough to stop he

ahead of them unti

unner, but she knew he

edge on the ones being

ed their vehicles for sp

e Coyotes' Runner would

a good h

ldn't

, Chelsea gritted her te

littl

Come this way. I'

." The little voice wa

time was r

carried ready, Chelsea

ll, silent. The body-wa

keep the little girl wa

y raced through the cold

do little to st

ps and laughter fillin

sea, her dazed eyes star

e darkness

isa was almost in plac

about thirty minutes aw

d for word of their daug

opposite direction; the

Rock had drawn

of information Chelsea

creatures closer to Pinon

t out. She was turning a

hen she'd hea

er knees and Chelsea fe

so c

he whispered, a breath

didn't

et, jerky, uncoordinated

of th

sea

rapped the dark blanket

arms and ran the ten feet

ld jump into the Runner

. There was no time to sec

te sea

t

just

raining harness around

e sound of her gasping b

ea

e night as Chelsea slam

t forward. The deep tread

all but picked up and

y min

erves estate, and she w

gone out, refusing to w

ner was equipped with a

rom them for her

ras and radar were wor

those bastards we

ave never co

o circu

in backup when she fi

Linc was manning commu

dered h

in the area when sh

t night that the Cerveses

mpound by suspect

anaged that, she

eras again, she calcul

mer of hope. She was ac

'd be. Not

xactly safe once she ar

rves family had brutal

t wait to ask questio

or again, her jaw tighte

she heard power build i

her teeth and restraining

side of t

n't bullet resistant a

eras and the sound of a

ner, had her using every

arder,

behind her, but the pi

ng just out of reach of

yet, and she was runnin

e prepared to shoot at the

gates would definite

renaline pumped fast an

r raced throu

nds on the steering whe

he didn't dare take one

ears old, though, and C

the child co

year

d her young mind ever

ned t

y min

through the night

on the Runner was ed

hard, this fast,

Any minute she should s

ate like a damne

ed it earlier in th

Surely they w

they w

e estate w

ext rise, those lights

the Coyotes were firing

ad Chelsea quickly twist

er. The chance of a bulle

as no protecti

he estate, she could se

The gates weren't openin

r side would be exposed

be easy t

metal of the Runner's f

rd the gates, her teeth

If she could just make it

ugh

rves guards didn'

ed the Breed Undergrou

d BU on the front guard w

e dumbass just hoping to

and m

inging the mur

creamed above the soun

tightened around her, b

her night suit from the l

s cold

aiting for

a Cerves-the Blood Qu

l who still whimpered for

have wasn't someth

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“They were created; they weren't born. They were trained; they weren't raised. They were genetic creations. Human DNA merged with that of the animal. The perfect soldier, a disposable creature. They were created to die, often in the most horrible experiments that the human mind could ever imagine. Their lives were a horror story from the moment of their births. Babes that knew no tender care, no sweet lullabies nor a mother's love. They cried until hoarse, until they learned no one was coming unless they required feeding. And many times, they were allowed to go hungry until they lay weak and in pain. Only the most basic of service was given to the babes. Creations that millions, billions of dollars had gone into in more than a century of scientific experiments and genetic engineering. "Cubs," they were called, never "babes," but they were living beings that, in terms of the cost of their creation, were nearly priceless. Yet in the eyes of those who made them, they were worth no more than the young women who died giving birth to one after another of the creations implanted in their wombs. Human and animal. Determined and far stronger in both spirit and body than the scientists could have ever envisioned. Despite the cruelties heaped upon their young bodies, the experiments, the demented training exercises designed to ensure their success in any mission they were given, many of them survived. The strength of their hatred, of their hunger for freedom, refused to allow them to pass quietly from the world they'd been brought into. Those creations are free now. They're triumphing against all efforts to see them back in the labs from where they came. Their intelligence is far greater than any could ever comprehend. Their strength is more primal than any could ever suspect. And they're living on the fragile, desperate hope that the world never learns the secrets they fight to hide.”
1 Chapter 1 Breeds2 Chapter 2 Samara3 Chapter 3 Chelsea4 Chapter 4 Cullen5 Chapter 5 Council misfits6 Chapter 6 Risks7 Chapter 7 Tension8 Chapter 8 First mistake9 Chapter 9 Graeme10 Chapter 10 Loss11 Chapter 11 Cullen12 Chapter 12 Wolf Breeds13 Chapter 13 Coyote 14 Chapter 14 Fight at his side15 Chapter 15 Returning to the bedroom.16 Chapter 16 Genetics Council17 Chapter 17 Hunger for her.18 Chapter 18 Stuck with her19 Chapter 19 Swollen clit20 Chapter 20 Mating scent21 Chapter 21 Tight smile22 Chapter 22 Touching her23 Chapter 23 Hell of a time.24 Chapter 24 Sense of despair.25 Chapter 25 Needed touch26 Chapter 26 My coffee27 Chapter 27 Plotting something devious28 Chapter 28 His mate29 Chapter 29 Demanding stare30 Chapter 30 I do want I want31 Chapter 31 Trail of kisses32 Chapter 32 Flat green eyes33 Chapter 33 Cullen in the Agency34 Chapter 34 Undercover35 Chapter 35 Lingering questions36 Chapter 36 Tamed.37 Chapter 37 Defenseless mate38 Chapter 38 Flashing viciously39 Chapter 39 No emotion nor remorse40 Chapter 40 Not in the mood41 Chapter 41 Epilogue