Lycan Contempt by S. Yule (reading fiction TXT) 📕

He had to give it to the two rogues for not being naive and stupid. Kish was a mean-looking son of a bitch, and he was sure the man could squash the two rogues with no problem.

Truth be told, he could kil the two with little effort, but unfortunately, he’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Once they had his sister, they had his bals in a vice and they knew it. Georgia was his only hope of ever seeing Krista alive again. She was the only family he had left. He hadn’t been lying—wel, much—when he’d said he hadn’t seen another of his kind for years. He’d just omitted that he’d not seen another of his kind besides his sister. As far as he knew, they truly were the last of their species.

Krista was his only family, and he was her protector. He’d let her down. He had to set things right. He had to save her. And even though his damned conscience was starting to rear its ugly head, he had to do what he must. If that meant putting Georgia in the hands of two rogues, he had no choice. The guilt grew from a tinge and now gnawed at his insides. Yes, he had no choice, but he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

Chapter Ten

Kish’s blood pressure shot up when he found Georgia sitting on the couch beside Brady. He didn’t exactly mistrust the guy, but he wouldn’t say he trusted him either. He also wanted to get him alone and get more details about how he’d ended up at his house because something wasn’t sitting right in his brain. Although the story Brady had told him seemed perfectly plausible, maybe not to a normal person, but to a shifter, yes, Kish had a feeling Brady hadn’t told him the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

There was no doubt in his mind that rogues of his species would find tormenting Brady a fun game, but how he’d escaped two lycans while in human form and injured was a feat he found improbable if not impossible. He guessed under certain circumstances it could be achieved, but while he, himself, had confidence he could take down two rogues in human form, he wasn’t as confident about Brady’s ability to do so.

Kish was an ancient and could partialy change, which gave him an upper hand against younger, inexperienced rogues. Since Brady had said he couldn’t shift while injured, that stacked the odds higher against Brady surviving two days in the forest during blizzard conditions with two rogues on his tail.

He didn’t want to completely discount Brady since he knew absolutely nothing about lynx shifters. He hadn’t known such a thing existed until tonight, and he’d been around a long time. If it was true that Brady was the last of the species, that would explain why he’d never heard of them. Cats were notorious hunters and crafty hiders when the situation caled for it. Maybe Brady was a master at blending in.

“Yeah. I guess it is kind of a bummer, but like I said, I’ve never had my sight, so I don’t feel I’ve missed out on much. I get along fine.”

“I can see that.” Brady winced. “Damn, that was classy.”

Georgia laughed a throaty chuckle that slid through Kish like the familiarity of a lover’s caress.

“Don’t feel you need to tiptoe around my blindness. Making references about what you or anyone else can or can’t see doesn’t bother me in the least. I don’t expect people to change to adapt to my presence. Besides, I don’t take things like that personaly. It’s just people saying things they’ve always said and only feeling guilty about it because there’s suddenly a blind girl in the room. I’ve got thick skin.”

“I don’t know about thick, but it sure is beautiful.”

Brady leaned close and sniffed.

A low growl rumbled from Kish’s chest, and Brady and Georgia both froze. Lucy, who had been lying peacefuly by Georgia’s feet, sat up and looked at him warily.

“Did you just growl?” Georgia asked.

“Yeah. Did you, dude?” Brady gave him a wide grin folowed by a wink.

“No, I cleared my throat,” Kish said while giving Brady a look that promised retribution. “It’s late.

Maybe you should go to bed, Georgia.”

Kish didn’t miss the way Georgia bristled at his suggestion. She was an independent firecracker, and he adored that about her. He frowned. It wasn’t that he felt a man should be in charge and a woman should do what she was told. Those days were long gone, and he was glad they were, but when it came to Georgia’s protection, he wanted her obedience. Not because he was the man, but because he had the ability to keep her safe.

He’d never try to force her to do anything she didn’t want to do, unless it came to her safety. That particular subject, he had a feeling, would forever be a thorn between them. Forever? There would be no forever for the two of them, not in the happily ever after sense anyway. But he could no longer deny that there would be a sort of forever for them. The sort of forever where he covertly watched over her until the day she died and made sure no harm came to her.

A near knee-buckling pain shot through his chest.

Georgia and dead did not go together in his brain. In fact, it was like oil and water. There was no way to make them cohesive. And that was when he understood his life was forever fucked. He couldn’t live with her and he couldn’t live without her. Brady had referenced the saying earlier, but he could truly say that this was the first moment in time he truly understood the ful meaning of it.

“I am tired, but I was talking to Brady.” Georgia frowned.

Her voice brought him out of his morbid thoughts and bathed him in sunshine, warming his cels, his muscles, his