Brothers - Dexter's Pack - George (Book Five)(9)

“Time blurs…” Connor shrugged and she frowned back at him. “Until you.”

“Brown nose.”

“You know it.” Connor grinned.

“I know there’s a reason the book made itself known…” she warned him…

“A meeting of the alphas?” He offered back, but he’d already made up his mind to contact each one of them.

“A true alpha…” she muttered to herself. “One twin killing another?” She mused.

“George!” They both said together.

“Unless it’s someone else…” Vicky shrugged.

“Who else has killed a family member recently?” Connor shot back.

He didn’t like it.

He didn’t like warnings from the other side.

He didn’t like that George might be a true alpha, because that threw off the balance on the mountain, and he really didn’t like the idea of a damn dragon.

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Dexter was already on his mobile phone and trying to get a signal. That was his one bugbear about living so high up on the mountain – he was basically cut off from most technology.

“Ok, we need to go to my cabin so I can call around,” Dexter growled.

“What about … him?” Landon nodded his head towards George and the man growled back at him once more.

“He can stick with her…” Dexter motioned towards Zana and the woman raised just one eyebrow.

“Gee, thanks,” she bit out.

“He’s your mate…” Landon chuckled.

“We need to get out of here …” Zana said, looking about her before she turned her attention up towards the sky…

“You seriously think there’s going to be a damn dragon flying in?” Landon couldn’t help but follow her gaze.

“I’d like to hope not, but I’ve been dealing with the watchers shit for a long time, and it always happens, and it always happens just as they say it will.” She offered back.

“And what do they say about this?” Landon asked.

“I’m George…” the man growled to his mate, taking a step to the side to block her view of the alpha, and bringing her full attention right back towards him…

“I’ll have it tattooed on my backside. Property of George…” she bit back, and she could hear the deep chuckle that came from behind him. “It’ll match the burn marks.”

“Name?” George asked.

“Zana…” she shrugged.

“I like it …” George growled. “Zana…”

“Say it three times in a row and you turn into a bat…” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Bat?” George gave a small shake of his head.

“Oh, wow…” Zana chuckled.

“He’s not always like that,” Landon assured her.

“Good to hear,” she tossed back.

George knew that he’d been cursed. He just didn’t know exactly how that was supposed to play out.

Not really. Not in the grand scheme of things.

He had known that the last thing that he was ever supposed to do was to kill his brother, but the man just kept forcing the damn issue. Over and over until finally…

He’d snapped…

He wasn’t proud of it.

His brother was screwed up. The man had wanted to trigger the damn curse, believing it would bring him riches, or power, or both…

The man was an idiot.

Well, George had finally ended his brother’s waiting – and now he would pay the price.

Maybe, they all would.

Zana was right. They needed to leave.





CHAPTER EIGHT


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“Connor – we have a really – really big problem…” Dexter growled into the phone…

“With wings, and fire, and everything…” Connor offered back with something of a song in his voice that didn’t disturb the alpha one little bit. It was Connor that he was dealing with…

“You’ve seen it?” Dexter growled.

He rushed to the window of the cabin and yanked back the netting. His eyes scoured the sky…

“Not … yet … but, I’m excited like it’s all my Christmas’ have come at once,” Connor said.

The alpha relaxed.

Although, his heart was still lodged firmly within his throat at the thought of a damn dragon, and he really wanted to rip Connor’s damn head off, not to mention the fact that his pulse was pounding out a hard beat through every inch of him … he still felt slightly more at ease.

It still didn’t seem that real…

“Damn it, vampire…” Dexter growled.

“Oh, now it’s … vampire…” Connor said, his voice was dripping with its default setting – sarcasm.

“We need to talk. I’ve got a witch…!”

“And I’ve got a witch too, and she has a book…”

“And my witch is a kickass, just arrived, George’s mate – kind of a damn witch that knows a legend and knows people called watchers!” Dexter growled long and hard…

“Ok – you win!”