Born to be Broken (Alpha's Claim Book 2) by Addison Cain Read Free Book Online

skid to a halt outside the causeway. In moments, armed soldiers had created a perimeter; the only plausible exit blocked.
    There was no turning back. This was the end.
    Claire recognized the blue-eyed Beta leading the men, watched him squinting when the billowing smoke parted just enough to show who'd dared strike a blow at Thólos' new regime. With a gun held to her temple, Claire walked forward until she was exposed to Shepherd's men.
    Eyes sharp, Jules commanded, "Put the gun down, Miss O'Donnell."
    Seeing them so close, so organized; the Followers were exactly as Maryanne described—killers; remorseless, walking nightmares—and she was just one woman standing up against far more powerful men.
    Raising her chin, defiant, Claire shouted over the fray, "Every Omega here gets to walk away, or I pull the trigger and kill Shepherd's child."
    Ignoring the accumulating smoke, Jules marched to the edge of the barricade. "And how far do you think they will they get?"
    The Beta was expecting an answer; Claire did not give one. All she did was stare right back into those unsettling baby-blues.
    When long minutes of silence continued, when no further move was made by the female, Jules finally seemed to understand.
    Claire smiled.
    "Now that I think about it," the gun still pointed at her skull, Claire took a deep breath. "Putting the women in the Undercroft was actually an excellent idea. I think we'll stay… without the debauched visitors and scheduled rape, of course."
    "Do you really think a handful of women will be able to hold the prison from us?"
    "Yes."
    A strange look passed through the man's eyes. He looked about to speak but was silenced by the sound of heavy footfalls approaching from the shadows.
    The nightmare was coming.
    She felt him before she saw him. Her eyes never left Jules, but it took every ounce of Claire's self-control not to step back into the blanket of smoke and ruin her plan when Shepherd emerged in her periphery.
    "Little one," Shepherd's voice was soft and enticing, flowing just like the vapor at her back. "Point the gun at me."
    He was so very big. Even with a good fifteen paces between them, Claire had the impression that all he needed to do was reach out to drag her back to hell.
    Though she was afraid to look his way, though she kept her attention anchored in the vibrant blue of Jules's stare, Claire's words were for Shepherd. "If I thought I possessed the skill to aim and be certain a bullet blew right through your skull, I would not hesitate to shoot you. But I've told you before, I'm not stupid. Pointed where it is, I don't have to worry about missing."
    Shepherd took a step closer; Claire stiffened.
    Showing her teeth, she forced herself to look at him. "Your approach is making it very tempting to pull the trigger. If I die, your child dies with me. Stop. Moving."
    With her attention on him, Shepherd paused, guiding the conversation as if they were having an afternoon chat. "It is good to see that you are mostly uninjured from the fall, and that you have been eating."
    "I didn't fall, I jumped." Claire lifted her chin higher, exposing the bruises blotched across her pale throat for every last Follower to see.
    Only with some great effort was Shepherd able to speak levelly. "You have made your point. I will even admit I am impressed with your little coup. But it's over now."
    "I don't give a fuck what you think!"
    A stifled bark came from the Alpha, his mouth curved into a snarl. "I know you are angry—"
    Her voice dropped low, coarse as she hissed through clenched teeth, "Angry does not even begin to describe what I am. I have been defiled, manipulated, betrayed, and broken. I am way past angry ."
    "Everything that was done was necessary," Shepherd countered, taking another intimidating step closer.
    "You may have had me for a moment there, but your woman opened my eyes to what you really are." Fierce, Claire's lip curled in threat. "I should be thanking you, Shepherd. Your horrible lesson of