Alpha Rogue 3 (BBW Paranormal Wolf Shifter Romance) by Terry Bolryder Page A

other end.
    “We let them fight.” Josh’s voice is resigned.
    “Are you kidding? I must not have heard you right,” I reply, incredulous at what I think I just heard.
    “They have to fight, Rose. We’ll get Legrand either way, but we can’t disrupt the fight or it will cause a stir. We couldn’t stop it even if we wanted to.”
    “What about the SWAT team? The police? We can stop it before it happens.”
    “Their operation is in the neighboring building that houses the mob offices. Primarily their records,” I hear, missing a word or two as the crowd gets louder and louder. “Aside from Legrand, none of their key targets are at the fight, and they don’t want a scene. If a single policeman enters this place then all hell will break loose and neither we nor they will be able to catch anyone.”
    This is crazy. All of a sudden our simple plan has backfired. And the one on the receiving end of that shot is Hawes. He has no clue what he’s getting into.
    Right now, I don’t care about the operation. I don’t care about catching Legrand. I don’t care if I lose my job. I care about Hawthorne. I can’t let him do this.
    I jump up from my seat and go to the side of the ring. The cage is raised several feet off the ground, so it can be more easily seen by the crowd. I grab the cage and shake it violently, shouting, hoping to get Hawes’ attention.
    “Hawes! Get out of there! It’s Legrand!” I cry at the top of my lungs. But the crowd is deafening now, waiting for the match to start, excitement building on top of anticipation of the big match.
    I can see Josh out of the corner of my eyes, no longer walking drunkenly, but running up to me. I can see several bouncers coming up as well, probably to deal with what looks like a rabid fan who is closer to the ring than she should be. Before the bouncers reach me, Josh pulls me back to my seat on the bleachers.
    “What are you doing?!” he asks, angry and befuddled.
    “We have to do something. There’s no way Hawes can fight Legrand in the ring,” I reply.
    “There’s nothing else we can do, don’t you see?” Josh says, talking animatedly with his hands.
    There’s the sound of an air horn heard above the crowd, piercing through the arena, signaling the beginning of the match.
    Nothing else to do but watch and pray.
    Don’t die, Hawes. Please.
Hawes
    T he match has started , and I’m so excited I can hardly think. I get to wipe the floor with Legrand and Rose will get to see me do it.
    Sure, he may be a shifter-killer, a wanted man, an outlaw. But I’m Hawes.
    It’s exciting to think that I’ll get to fight someone a rung higher than a regular human for once. Someone who can actually put up a fight. The ultimate distraction.
    A real fight.
    The horn blows and I begin circling Legrand, hoping to get a feel for his style. He doesn’t do anything. Just stands there and watches me circling. Those dark eyes, watching me closely as I move. I dodge right and left, and he just follows me with his eyes, studying.
    It’s kind of unnerving, but if he’s not going to be the one to throw the first hit, might as well be me I guess.
    I lunge with a front kick, hoping to get a feel for what he has in terms of speed. He doesn’t move an inch, and my kick catches him squarely in the stomach. Aside from sliding back a few inches, he just glares and looks back at me.
    If he wants to be a punching bag, I’ll oblige him.
    I regain my footing and throw a punch at his face, catching him squarely in the jaw. His head flies to the side, then returns back to its place.
    This guy isn’t dangerous, he’s crazy.
    I back off, waiting for his counter, but there’s nothing. He looks like he’s calculating something in his head. It’s devious. But he doesn’t show me anything. The perfect poker face.
    The crowd is wild and each blow riles them to new heights. Some are yelling for The Chainsaw to do something already. Others are calling for me to put the idiot out of his