Protecting the Wolf's Mate (Blood Moon Brotherhood 3)

“The warehouse office,” Kim said—her voice almost a whisper. “Look…the wall behind him.”

Streaks of red covered the wall. Breathe. Calm. He wouldn’t kill Hollis. Not yet, not without some answers.

“Where is my mother?” Kim asked.

Focus. Ellen didn’t know what to say.

Cyrus, still staring at the camera, picked up the phone on the desk and pressed a button. Kim’s phone rang—making them both jump.

Kim answered, putting the phone on speaker. “Hello?”

“Kim?” Cyrus’s voice echoed in the room. “Where are you?”

Ellen frowned. He knew Kim was here. What else did he know?

“Lie to him,” Ellen hissed. “Your car is broken.”

Kim sucked in a deep breath, the words spilling out, strung together and uneven. “My car wouldn’t start, Mr. White.”

His pale brows rose. “Then it’s good I came.”

“Yes.” She stared at Ellen, terrified.

Kim wasn’t the only one who was terrified. What the hell was she supposed to do? Trapped in her human form. Pledged to protect her baby. She was useless. A perfect pawn for Cyrus—if he got his hands on her.

And Kim? Kim was as good as dead. Maybe it would be better to lock her in the vault. It might be the only way to save her.

“The back door was open. I assumed you were inviting us in.” Cyrus smiled. “You can see me?”

“Yes,” Kim said. “Is my mother with you, Mr. White?”

“In the car, outside.” He smiled. “I’ll take you to her as soon as I have the blood samples.”

Ellen shook her head, mouthing. “Prove she’s alive.”

“I…I need some assurance she’s alive, Mr. White. Please,” Kim added, her voice so unsteady her words were almost undecipherable.

“What you need is irrelevant at this point.” His smile tightened. “You’re not alone, are you, Ms. Su? I smell your companions.”

Kim sat quickly, her dark eyes blinking rapidly as she cleared her throat. “Dr. Robbins is here. Working in the lab.” She paused.

“He saw you?” Cyrus asked, pale eyes narrowing.

“I told him I’d forgotten to sign off on the slips for tonight’s delivery.” She shrugged.

“In the lab?” Cyrus asked. “Perhaps I should come up for a visit?”

“You’d need clearance from the security guards—”

“I don’t think so. They’re no longer with us…though they did put up a valiant fight,” Cyrus finished.

“Oh.” Kim pressed her hands to her chest. “You hurt them, didn’t you?”

Cyrus shook his head. “No. I didn’t hurt them. I killed them. I might make time for hurting when it comes to Dr. Robbins.” He stepped back as two men pushed Hollis forward.

He was duct-taped into a black office chair. One eye was swollen and bleeding, the other scowling. He shook his head, his muffled protest cut short when Cyrus drove his fist into his stomach.

How Ellen wound up on her knees on the carpet, she didn’t know. Her wolf was frantic, torn between protecting her mate and their child. Only Hollis’s words stopped her shift. This was his child—she’d promised to care for it.