Haven 5: Invincible by Gabrielle Evans Read Free Book Online Page A

Raith lifted Aslan into his arms and pressed his lips to the man’s ear.
    Aslan stilled instantly, sagging in Raith’s arms, obviously asleep.
    “I’ve got this,” he told the vampire Enforcers before jerking his head at Torren. “You deal with that.”
    Both men turned on him, advancing menacingly toward Torren.
    “Leave,” Demos snarled, his tone low and dangerous.
    “I’m not leaving my mate,” Torren argued. Were they out of their fucking minds?
    “You have done nothing but hurt him,” Raith said quietly as he lowered Torren’s mate to the mattress and tucked the blankets up around his shoulders. “You need to leave, Tor. You’re only making things worse for him.”
    As if all the air had been sucked out of his lungs, Torren found he couldn’t breathe. “He needs me.”
    “No.” Demos pointed toward the door. “Get out.” Torren stood, but he had no intentions of going anywhere. “None of you understand what’s going on. I’m the only one who can help him now. He needs me!” Why weren’t they listening to him? It wasn’t as if he’d caused Aslan’s breakdown.
    “He was screaming so loud that I could hear him from down the hall.” Raven spoke calmly, but there was murder in his dark eyes. “I come in here to find him practically beating his own head in while you sat there and did nothing to stop it. You don’t deserve him.” It wasn’t like that at all. He’d just been so stunned by Aslan’s behavior that he hadn’t been able to move. The outburst had barely even started when the men had exploded into the room. Right? “I—”
    “Get out!” Raven roared, grabbing him by the shirt collar and propelling him toward the open door. He kept shoving until Torren was out in the hall. Then he gave him one last withering glare and slammed the door in his face.
    “I knew I didn’t like you.”
    Spinning around, still wondering what the hell had just happened, Torren found himself face to face with Kieran Delany—his pups’ uncle for all intents and purposes. Could this night get any worse?
    “Well, the feeling is mutual. Now fuck off.”
    “No.” Kieran pushed away from the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s time we get some shit straight. You’re not getting in that room to Aslan, but there is someone else here that you need to meet.”
    He spun on his heels and started marching down the long corridor.
    Resigned to probably getting his ass kicked before the sun rose, Torren huffed and took off after the werewolf.

Chapter Five

    “Ah, shit,” Aslan groaned, as he clutched at his temples with both hands.
    “Easy.” A stranger sat beside him on the bed—a stranger that looked very much like his mate.
    “Where’s Torren? Where did he go?” He tried to sit up, but the man put a hand to his chest, keeping him from moving.
    “You need to relax. Everything is going to be okay now. We won’t let him hurt you anymore.” He turned to look at Raven and Demos over his shoulder. “Thank you for calling me.”
    “I was afraid something like this would happen.” Demos sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s not that I don’t like Torren, but I don’t think he’s a good mate for Aslan. The kid needs someone who understands him, someone gentle. Torren is neither of those things.”
    Aslan was getting more pissed off with every word out of their stupid mouths. They did realize that he was sitting right there, right?
    He didn’t appreciate being talked about like he wasn’t there or was too stupid to understand. “Where is Torren?”
    “Shh,” the stranger said, obviously trying to soothe him. “He can’t hurt you.”
    Why did he keep saying that? Torren would never hurt him.
    “Where. Is. My. Mate?” He bit off each word, allowing an unfamiliar growl to slip into his voice. “I want Torren.”
    “Raith?” Raven asked uncertainly. “Why is he asking for Torren?”
    “I’m sitting right fucking here!” Aslan screamed, shoving the man’s