Alpha Unhinged (The Dixon Brothers #4) Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The Dixon Brothers Series by Olivia T. Turner
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
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I turn my attention onto Tats, landing hard bombs all over his body, relishing it, loving it. This was just what I needed. If I can’t get any action with my mate, then this kind of action is the next best thing.

A blaze of light catches my eye and I gasp when I see the lanky fuck behind the bar holding a Molotov cocktail. A flaming rag is hanging out of the open bottle of Vodka. He grins before he launches it at me.

I grab the closest table and hold it up like a shield. The glass bottle shatters on the wood and engulfs it in flames.

I try to stamp out the fire, but the flaming Vodka landed everywhere, burning all of the old wood in its path. My shoe catches on fire just as Tats jumps on me.

We wrestle on the ground, dipping in and out of the flames. He screams when his jeans catch.

The bartender rushes out of the place, screaming into her phone for someone to come quickly.

When the lanky guy comes back, he’s in his wolf form. A large gray wolf who’s snarling at me. He snaps his vicious jaws and then leaps. I catch his neck in the air and slam him into a couple of wooden chairs.

Oh, shit.

The place is really burning up now. This is not what I wanted. Flames lick up the walls and the sticky bar looks like an inferno.

I’d try to put it out, but these two dogs are keeping me busy.

Tats smacks the flames off his jeans and stands up next to his friend. A large beam crashes to the floor behind them. The air is thick with smoke. Flames everywhere.

We all realize it’s time to go and the three of us hurry outside where the bartender is smoking a cigarette while watching her business burn down. She has a happy grin on her face. What’s that about?

Not ten seconds pass before it’s back on. I kick the wolf in the ribs as he pounces on me and then I grab Tats by the arm. I slam him into my truck and then unload a vicious combination on him, slamming my fists into his stomach, ribs, chin, and temples at a furious pace.

He drops to his knees, his hand on the ground. I stomp on it, pinning him in place.

“Where’s Burton?”

“Fuck you,” he hisses through bloody teeth.

“Tell me and I’ll let you go.”

He spits a string of curse words at me.

My bear growls like spidey-sense and I turn around just in time to catch the wolf in the air. His jaws are wide open and frothing like a rabid dog. I grab the back of his head, using his momentum to slam him into Tats. His jaw closes on Tat’s shoulder and he lets out a scream.

The wolf tries to open his jaw to release his friend, but I hold it closed, pressing his sharp teeth further in. Blood runs down Tats’ tattooed arm as he hollers in pain.

“Where the fuck is Burton?” I hiss. “Last chance.”

Tats winces in pain as I hold the wolf’s jaws in place. “He’s… on his way here.” He’s taking quick desperate breaths. Sweat pours down his pale face.

“What?”

“He’s coming here,” he says with a wince. “To find you. We’re the scouts. We were making sure you were here. The Dixon brothers, right? He’s bringing the whole pack.”

My blood goes cold. He’s not lying. If Dylan Burton is coming for revenge, then he will be prepared. I don’t know how many wolf shifters he has in his employ. Twenty? Fifty? A hundred?

I have to let my brothers know.

“When is he arriving?”

“Six days.”

He’s lying. I press the wolf’s jaw harder. He screams.

“Three days! It’s three days, I swear!”

I stare at him in shock. In three days we could have a swarm of wolf shifters and a pissed-off polar bear shifter to deal with.

My inner Kodiak growls, wanting a turn with these chumps.

You’ll have your chance soon enough, I tell him. You’ll have as many wolves as you can handle. Maybe even more than that.

A siren rips through the air and I get a bad feeling in my gut when I recognize the sound. It’s the firecunts. If their chief Quinton is there, I might have another shifter to fight.

“I’ll let you go and you change back,” I tell the wolf. “Otherwise, I’ll grab your tail and throw you into the fire that you started.”

The roof collapses in on the blazing bar behind us. It’s an inferno. Nothing is going to be salvaged from that mess.

I release my pressure on the wolf’s jaw and Tats whimpers as he lets his shoulder go. His mouth is dripping with blood, making him look demonic, but he does as I commanded and phases back.

The sirens are ear-piercing as the truck rumbles into the parking lot.



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