NOTE: This is an extended 12 chapter preview of Last Chance, book 7 of the Royal-Kagan Shifter World series.
This is NOT a complete book.
His goddess hated him. That was the only explanation. Why else would she keep placing his true mate’s soul in a human body?
Xander stared into Gwen’s warm brown eyes and acknowledged the truth—the mortal female standing before him, trembling and reeking of fear, was his perfect match.
His wolves recognized her. They’d spent too many years in her presence to misinterpret her as their salvation, and they wanted to claim her.
Right here. Right now....
For one heart-stopping moment, her gaze collided with his. Recognition swept over her, exactly as it had the night he’d licked the wound on her hand. He hadn’t imagined their connection. She was his. His gift from the goddesses. His perfect match. His one true mate.
The one woman he could never satisfy completely.
“How did you find me?” Her rough breaths fogged the air.
A shot rang out. Chunks of dirt and rocks sprayed over Gwen’s legs. She shrieked and jumped back.
Vader didn’t bother looking for the shifter hidden somewhere in the woods to his left. Getting to Gwen was all that mattered. He ran toward her, blocking the shooter’s aim as best he could with his body.
For those chasing her, being the one to take her virginity was worth the exorbitant fee to enter the hunt.
The shifter appraising her with stark hunger would take it one step further. The possessiveness in his focused gaze told her that. Not only would he fuck her—he’d devour her.
She clenched her hands tighter, but she couldn’t stop the trembling from taking over. If he caught her, he’d never let her go.
Choices hung over her, but only one offered her a chance to survive.
She had to become the predator who capitalized on his instincts.
Darkness surrounded Killer. For years, he’d welcomed the obscurity it offered. If he sat in the corner of his cell, facing the wall, he didn’t have to hide his expressions. He could grieve in peace. Each life he took deserved his remorse. It was all he had to give.
Today, the pitch-black tomb he inhabited left him agitated. So did the whispers of his handlers. They talked about his pack mate, his little sister…Gwendolyn. How she was going to be raped, multiple times, until she either couldn’t walk or died from the abuse.
Killer couldn’t save her either. They took her away.