Wild Hearts by Rhea Regale Read Free Book Online

that hunger straight to bed, with Shyla.
    She finally withdrew the keys. The car beeped, and she pulled the back door open.
    “Let me slide in first,” Len said. Jacy nodded, turning Coal’s suspended body around. Len slipped into the backseat of the car without as much as a stumble. Jacy fed Coal to the older man’s guiding hands until his friend was tucked safely in the seat. Len climbed out the opposite side, brushed blood from his hands, and hipped the car door shut. Jacy looked at him over the roof. “Get ’im home, and make sure you wash that wound out completely. He might need a stitch or two until he heals.”
    “He should be better in no time,” Jacy said, his attention lowering to his worried mate. He leaned over and graced her mouth with a small kiss. “Promise. He’ll be fine. He’s had worse and survived.” Back at Len, he asked, “What happened to Rian?”
    “Took off, but not without some severe damage.” Len nodded to the sidewalk. “Look at the blood trail he left. Coal got ’im good. I’d be surprised if you see him out and about anytime soon.” He rounded the back of the Benz and sighed as he assessed his storefront. “What about your man?”
    “Roadkill out back.”
    “Mm. You make the mess, I clean it up. I’ll be cleaning this up for a while. Damn,” he groaned.
    Jacy looked away from Len and gathered Shyla in his arms. She sank into him in a big step toward acceptance. Her fingers splayed over his chest as she fought back tears. Her concern touched him deeply and would surely touch Coal.
    “Well, better get back home, Jacy. Keep our white outta danger, and get that man in order so you can help me fix my place. I’m gonna head to Kimble’s and get myself one of his twelve-gauge shotguns. Let’s see what Rian’ll do when he comes face to face with a barrel loaded with silver.”
    “Coal and I’ll track him when he’s better. It’ll be good to find out if Laela’s behind this and where she’s been hiding all this time.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Laela screamed and pulled at her hair.
    Two men carried Rian out of the cottage, leaving a smeared trail of blood over the wooden floor planks. The smell of hovering death, raunchy and rotten, made her sick to her stomach. It permeated the heady scent produced from hours of sex like a dagger through her heart.
    Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them away. Breaths came in short gasps through her clenched teeth. Blood pounded in her ears. Her chest ached from the fierce knocking of her heart.
    This wasn’t supposed to happen!
    Rian was one of her best men, one of the strongest, most loyal wolves in the pack. How could he be leaning against the door into the spirit realm?
    He would not die at the hands of a rebel wolf and his friend.
    Not over that fucking white abomination!
    “Timothy, I want you and Josef to go over to Jacob’s. Watch that place tonight. Come back to me in the morning with what you’ve seen,” Laela said, her voice laced with venom. She turned to the pair of men still lying in their mussed bed. “Whatever you do, don’t let yourself be found. If you must leave the vicinity to prevent detection and return later, do it. You’ll tell me if Coal is dead. You’ll also tell me everything about that bitch.” She snarled. “And I mean bitch.”
    “Who’ll stay here with you?” Timothy asked, climbing out of the bed. She waved him off, turning her back to her naked and hard bedmates.
    “I’ll be just fine. I have to prepare for tomorrow.” She grabbed a robe from the single chair in the cottage and tugged it on. “Go. Now.”
    As the two men transformed into wolves, Laela contemplated her options for Smith’s long-lost kin.
    First, she needed to eat something raw and bloody.
    She needed something fresh.
    She needed to kill.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Shyla returned to the back bedroom with a fresh basin of warm water and clean washcloths. Coal turned his head on the white pillow, a stark contrast