Blue Moon III: Call of the Alpha Read Online Free Page A

closed his eyes and took a deep breath before following what smelled like burning leaves. It was chilly out tonight, the fall season rapidly approaching them. After walking for almost forty minutes, he saw the light from Alpha’s fire deeper into the mountainous terrain. The fire keeping away unwanted four-legged visitors.
    As he got closer to the makeshift campsite, he saw Alpha leaning against a large tree trunk facing the small fire. His legs were stretched out in front him and his hands were buried in his pockets. He had on another dark skullcap, which covered his soft, black waves. With his chin tucked to his chest, not moving a muscle, he looked like he was deep in thought or asleep. Call lightened his steps and moved carefully, as to not make a sound. He’d thought he was succeeding and was growing very proud of himself until he saw a flash of metal whip past the side of his face. He turned his head and narrowed his eyes at the four-inch blade embedded in the thick bark of the tree next to him. Sneaky fucker . What was even more amazing was that Alpha hadn’t moved.
    “What the hell?” Call asked, standing in front of Alpha.
    “It wasn’t me, mon amour . We have company,” Alpha said gravelly, still not looking at him.
    Call spun around, whipping his 9 mm out at the same time. Taking aim at the darkness.
    “Easy there, cowboy,” said a sinister voice laced with amusement. “Isn’t that what they say in America?”
    Call squinted at the sound of a man’s voice that was accented very much like his lover’s. It was to his right, nestled further into the dense forest. “If you fired one shot, Commander… do you think you’d hit me?”
    “Do you want to find out?” Call grumbled.
    “You move like my brother now. So no, I don’t.” The dark figured stepped from behind a thick chestnut oak, his movements fluid and easy as he approached them. Omega.
    Call turned and squatted in front of Alpha. “Did you know he was here?”
    “Yes.”
    “When.”
    “Twenty minutes ago.”
    Call looked at his partner’s brother and huffed in irritation. Although Omega was a deadly man and also an assassin of the same Order as Alpha, Call didn’t fully trust him. He’d gone rogue at one point and had done some immoral things, including doing side work for a known terrorist, before Alpha was able to step in and remind him of his purpose, of his oath.
    “What are you doing here, Omega?” Call asked, tucking his gun away.
    “Just thought I’d visit you guys here in the Hunger Games. What’s with the setup, the fatigues and survival packs?” Omega wondered, gesturing at Call’s gear and Alpha’s little campfire.
    “It’s date night,” Alpha said, bored.
    “Okay,” Omega drawled out, watching the tension in both of them which Call knew was evident.
    Alpha stood and began kicking dirt onto his fire to put it out. He finally looked up and met Call’s eyes. He knew his partner, knew what his eyes were saying. He was asking if they were good. Was Call ready for him to come home? Did he still feel shame?
    Call didn’t care if Alpha’s brother was watching or not. The bastard was there uninvited anyway and he’d just happened to arrive at a sensitive time. Call moved into Alpha’s space and brought one hand up to the back of his head, the other securing a firm grip on his throat. Alpha’s already dark eyes hooded with lust. He even raised his chin a little higher, letting Call get a deeper grip. Alpha reveled in Call’s strength. It turned him on to the highest degree. Call pushed him back against the tree and slammed his mouth over those soft lips. Alpha gasped out a relieved breath and let Call take whatever he wanted. He tightened his palm over Alpha’s jugular, making him hiss at the pain. “Don’t walk out again,” Call snarled against Alpha’s lips.
    “Don’t give me a reason,” Alpha barely whispered, since his throat was in a vise grip. He held Call’s waist with one hand, pushing his