Lora Leigh: Books

Dane’s jaw tightened, a low growl building in his throat—the sound of a man fighting his own genetic imperative. “For two years, I’ve tracked you from the shadows, kept other hunters off your trail. I told myself it was duty. That you were a loose end.”

She reached for the zipper of his tactical vest. “Then stop talking, soldier.”

“So are you.” He reached over, gently wiping a gash on her forehead. The gesture was achingly tender for a man who’d just killed six people. “Tell me the truth, Kira. When you escaped two years ago, did you take something from the lab?”

Three weeks later, they stood on a cliff overlooking a hidden valley—a sanctuary for rogue Breeds and escaped experiments. The chip had been duplicated, distributed. The kill switch was dying. lora leigh books

“You can now,” he said, turning to face her fully. The predator was gone. In his eyes was a raw, vulnerable need that matched her own. “I’ve spent my whole life as a weapon. But for you, Kira, I’ll learn to be a man. Just… don’t ask me to be gentle. I don’t know how.”

He shoved a silenced rifle into her hands and a kevlar vest over her head. “Can you shoot while running?”

A shadow detached from the corner of the room. Seven feet of lethal, predatory muscle. His eyes weren't human—they were amber, with slit pupils that glowed faintly in the dark. He was a Gen-7 Wolf Breed, a ghost story whispered among assassins. Dane’s jaw tightened, a low growl building in

“Because you cracked the wrong file,” he said, tilting her chin up with one calloused finger. “The one about the ‘Genesis Protocol.’ They know you’re alive. And they’ve sent a cleaner team. We have twelve minutes to run.”

He moved. One second he was across the room; the next, his massive body caged her against the desk. His scent—pine, smoke, and raw male—wrapped around her like a physical touch.

The safe house smelled of ozone, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear. That you were a loose end

“I couldn’t trust anyone. Not even you.”

“The Elders will call it an abomination,” she murmured.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“The cure,” she whispered. “For the Breeds’ biological failsafe—the kill switch they implanted in your DNA. Every Breed who ever went rogue… they didn’t go mad. They were activated .”