Reigning Kings' (Alpha Province #2)

By: Becca Van

Alpha Province: Reigning Kings’

After witnessing the murder of her best friend, Pixie Vesper is on the run. She tried to inform the authorities, but when she sees the spitting image of the killer behind the police station counter, she’s running scared.

As soon as Tatum King sets his gaze on the ill, unconscious woman in her car, he knows she is his and his brothers’, Rex’s and Shaffer’s mate.

After having surgery to remove her appendix, Tatum, Rex, and Shaffer take Pixie into their home to care for her. All three lion shifters can see the fear in the depths of her beautiful green eyes and are determined to get to the bottom of it, while courting her.

When they find out what she’s been through, they vow to protect her with their lives. However, things don’t always go according to plan and Pixie is kidnapped from Ambrose, North Dakota. The three King brothers change into their lion forms and race after their mate.

The men aren’t going to give up until they have Pixie back in their arms where she belongs.



Prologue




Pixie Vesper wiped the sweat from her brow and squinted her eyes as she peered through the windscreen. Although it was cold outside her small, four-door sedan, she was burning up. She hadn’t been feeling well for a few days now, but she didn’t have the luxury of stopping anytime soon.

If she did, that bastard might find her and she would end up in worse condition than she already was. The pain low on the right side of her stomach was getting worse with each minute that passed and she was feeling sick to her stomach, but she couldn’t book herself in to see a doctor. If she did, then he’d have no trouble finding her.

Sweat dripped down the sides of her face and into her eyes, making it even harder to see. Pixie knew she had to stop, but there was nowhere she’d ever be or feel safe again.

When she saw the sign for the next town, she sighed with relief. Maybe she could see an MD without giving her real name. She snorted and shook her head. No one was going to treat her without all of her personal credentials, even if she did have health insurance, which she didn’t anymore. That was a luxury she just couldn’t afford, working from hand to mouth the way she was.

She eased her foot off the gas pedal when she saw the posted mile-speed sign and blinked the haze from her eyes. If she hadn’t been feeling so sick she would have looked about as she drove into the town of Ambrose, North Dakota, but she just didn’t have the energy.

Pixie cried out when the piercing, stabbing pain in her side escalated, and after making a quick check of her mirrors, she indicated, slowed the car even more, and pulled into a parking space. She’d stopped just in time because the pain was so intense it was unbearable, and she felt as if she was about to pass out. She quickly opened her window to let the cool autumn air in and gulped in a couple of breaths. It didn’t help.

Another cry tore from between her lips, and she doubled over clutching her stomach. This was bad. Really, really bad. Pixie didn’t know what to do, but one thing she did know was that she couldn’t possibly drive any further. She was a danger to herself and everyone else on the road.

Pixie forced her lids up but her vision was blurry, and even though she tried to breathe through the pain, nausea, and lightheadedness, it wasn’t working.

“Are you all right, miss?” The man’s voice seemed to come from a long way off, but she realized that wasn’t the case. She could smell his delectable cologne, deodorant, or shower gel, which let her know whoever he was, he was close. Maybe he was standing right outside her car door, but she was in too much pain to look.

“No,” she whispered before she cried out again as the burning, stabbing pain once more pierced her side.

“Geezus,” the man said as he tugged her car door open. He inhaled deeply and then gasped. “You’re sick.”

She wondered how he knew that but then snorted a little hysterically. Of course, he knew she was sick. She was sweating like a pig with perspiration dripping down her face, and she was almost bent in half with her cheek resting on the steering wheel.

“Rex, get Broden out here now!”

That was the last thing Pixie heard before she sank into the dark painless abyss.