And he started praying—
Praying she wasn’t his mate. Praying she was his mate.
And praying he could keep her alive.
CHAPTER 2
Waiting wasn’t high on her list of things she enjoyed, Liza admitted as she was forced to wait for Jonas Wyatt.
And waiting nearly an hour before coming face-to-face with none other than the big bad director of Breed Affairs himself didn’t help.
Not that she hadn’t met him before.
She had.
Just never quite like this.
And definitely not with what appeared to be the Alphas of the Wolf and Coyote packs as well as Callan Lyons, leader of the Feline Prides and acknowledged spokesperson of the Breed communities, entering behind him along with more than a half dozen other Breeds.
The room suddenly seemed way too small; the air around her too thick and heavy with male testosterone and dominant power.
“Miss Johnson,” Jonas greeted her cordially as she rose from her seat and Jonas stepped in front of her. “We need your help.”
Liza’s jaw tightened furiously as she came to her feet. “You need more than my help and you’re sure as hell going to need a few good lawyers.”
She really wasn’t happy over this. And if Cullen and Reever’s comments were any indication, then they were furious. The team of Coyote soldiers that had actually been following Liza had managed to completely disappear.
Reever had already threatened to have several of the men in the room neutered. Jonas was threatening to castrate them himself.
“We just saved your life,” Jonas stated, as though that were a boon she owed him.
She didn’t think so.
“Your people just endangered it,” she snapped. “Let me tell you now—” She was suddenly distracted by Jonas’s hand slicing quickly into the air as Diane Broen, Lawe Justice and Rule Breaker each made a quick, silencing move themselves.
They had been searching the room as she and Jonas squared off, and were now lifting what appeared to be small electronic devices from several points in the luxurious sitting room.
Listening devices.
The room had been bugged.
Jonas stared at the device Diane handed him, his expression slowly tightening into sharp, icy lines.
Someone had managed to bug his suite. They had invaded his mate and child’s safety and security.
The signal had piggybacked on their own wireless devices and betrayed them.
And Jonas had no idea how long it had been in his rooms.
Or if there were more, let alone how Gideon Cross had actually managed to get them in there.
Fucking Bengal bastard! He was like a ghost haunting every area of Jonas’s life now.
Turning to Lawe, he lifted his hand and gave a slow circle with his index finger, indicating a full-suite electronic blackout, white noise as well as jamming technology.
It would unfortunately block the transmission between Ms. Johnson and her protectors, but his family’s security outweighed any possible manipulation of the Bengal Breed.
Gideon Cross had just upped the ante.
Jonas turned then and stared back at Liza Johnson and in the scent of her fear, learned something more.
His sense of smell was rated off the charts. He was believed to be one of the strongest sensory Breeds to have been created.
If there was a stronger Breed, then they weren’t revealing it.
And what he scented in this woman’s very DNA had him smiling slowly.
The game was just beginning.
It wouldn’t be easy, and it would skirt damned close to breaking his own personal rules, but he had to do what had to be done.
Not just for the two young women and two Bengal Breeds affected by the serum that monster Brandenmore had created, but for Jonas’s daughter as well.
For that sweet bit of innocence his mate had given birth to and had given into his keeping as his own.
For Amber, he had to make this work.
Liza watched a smile cross the Breed’s lips and the way those liquid mercury eyes seemed to brighten with anticipation.
He looked like a predator that had finally found its prey.
A shiver of dread raced up her spine and clenched her stomach with impending panic.
“As I said, we need your help,” he repeated, the icy, merciless smile snapping at the panic rising inside her. “And in return, we’ll ensure you’re protected from the men determined to abduct you.”
If they’d left her alone to begin with, she might have known who the hell those men were.
She crossed her arms over her br**sts and glared back at the room filled with Breeds. She didn’t miss the fact that Stygian had moved closer to her, his stance protective.
Evidently Jonas was noticing it as well if the slash of his eyes in Stygian’s direction was any indication.
Turning back to the arrogant director, determined to hide her interest in a Breed she wanted nothing to do with, Liza directed her attention to Jonas.
“From what I’ve seen, Director Wyatt, it’s all you can do to protect yourselves,” she suggested coolly. “What would make me believe you could do anything to protect me?”
His lips quirked with a hint of amusement, though his gaze flashed dangerously.
“We’ve done quite well, I believe,” he drawled. “We didn’t lose any of our men and managed to capture all that weren’t killed of those attacking us as well as you. Those are rather good odds, if you ask me.”
Great. That meant there was no one left for Cullen and Reever to question.
“But they keep attacking the Breeds,” she pointed out. “And the odds aren’t always so great, Director. I do listen to the news fairly often.”
“If you listen to the news, then you should be aware of the fact that not only Breeds are at risk from the Genetics Council and their loyalists,” he told her. “They do target others on occasion.”
“Unfairly so,” she agreed. “But they wouldn’t have attacked me if it hadn’t been for her.”
She nodded to Diane Broen, the human enforcer who worked for the Bureau of Breed Affairs. “She was the one they came for, not me.”
She knew better. He knew better. But she was supposed to be unaware of the fact that she had been targeted? Keeping that impression would be preferable.
“And there is where you’re wrong.” He smirked back at her, and Liza found herself gritting her teeth in return. So much for hoping she could appear to remain in the dark. “Diane just happened to have been there to distract their attention for a moment, nothing more. It was you they were after.”