Heart of a Rocky by Kelsey Jordan Read Free Book Online

killed.”
    The way she practically ran from the room would have amused him if he wasn’t so tempted to send Yara after her. He sighed and turned to see the rest of the Rockys standing around the large chef’s kitchen. Everyone with the exception of Mikko Wayne’s son.
    “Where is Trent?”
    Tyson stepped forward and answered, while everyone else frowned in confusion.
    “He is guarding Derrick.”
    “By himself? Who the hell thought that was a good idea?”
    “I did.” Tyson crossed his arms over his barreled chest in a slight challenge.
    Ronan stood up and pocketed his phone. “I’ll go.”
    Omar nodded his appreciation and turned back to Tyson. “We really don’t have time for your shit today. What do you want? A fight? What kind of condition do you want me to send you back to Mikko Wayne in?”
    Tyson laughed and stepped closer. “Do you think you can take me, Tor?”
    Omar felt rather than saw Yara and Jazmir move, but he waved them off.
    “Go outside, Tyson.”
    “You are not my commander, Tor.”
    “You are here to aid me and that makes me commander in this mission. So take your fucking ass outside.”
    Ronan returned with Trent following behind him.
    “Derrick is secure. Mikko sent Liam here. He’s down there now,” Ronan said as he handed over his phone so that Omar could read that Mikko Wayne had sent Liam, Mikko to the Northwest pack, as a potential replacement for Tyson.
    Omar handed the phone back. “Seems our Mikko intends to have you recalled,” he said to Tyson.
    The male snarled and made his way to the rear door. “In that case, let me show you just how much you are not prepared to take me, Omar.”
    * * *
    Anise paced back past the window, gently bouncing her son in her arms. She paused when she noticed the Rockys spilling into the backyard. She frowned at the level of animosity coming off of the Hafiz.
    What the hell is going on now?
    She stopped bouncing her son, dread creeping into her gut, when it became clear who had earned the Hafiz’s anger.
    Omar stepped forward and motioned his fellow Rocky into the circle. She strained to hear what the exchange between the males, but she couldn’t hear due to the soundproof windows. As the Hafiz spoke, Omar paused as if he finally understood the animosity that rolled off of the Rocky. Unfortunately, that slight moment of hesitation was the moment the leopard used to attack her mate.
    Omar—with more grace than the average Aleser—dodged the attack, landing a well-placed punch to his foe’s kidney and sending the leopard stumbling to his knees. The Hafiz snarled and something obviously meant to irritate Omar, but Omar seemed to ignore the comment and step forward, the tension coiling the muscles in his torso and readying him to attack.
    Omar stalked over to the still kneeling Hafiz, watching him carefully like a hungry lion watches a gazelle. He seemed to barely adjust in time as the male adjusted his position and launched himself at Omar’s middle, wrapping his arms around him and using his momentum to force Omar to the ground.
    Anise followed along with the erratic movements as each male fought for dominant position. The Hafiz would momentarily gain the upper hand, but it didn’t take long before Omar turned things around and flipped the male off of him.
    They both bounded to their feet, their fists raised and bloody. Scratches and cuts marred both of them, but Anise noted that Omar was mostly unharmed. Rocky or not, The Hafiz was not in a well-matched fight. Of the six Lycan forms, Alesers were the hardest to kill, three times harder than the Hafiz. The fight probably would have been over in seconds had the male not been a Rocky.
    Before the male could summon the strength needed to restart the fight yet again, Omar closed the space between them and landed a series of punches that left the Hafiz bleeding and unconscious, but alive.
    Anise was about to step away from the window when she caught the gaze of her mate. The look in his eyes