Bengal's Quest

Bengal's Quest

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by Lora Leigh
     
 

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“No one spins a story quite like Lora Leigh” (Night Owl Reviews)—and when it comes to her “highly charged and carnal” (Fresh Fiction) Breed novels, nobody does it better. Now, the #1 New York Times bestselling author tells a story of two Breeds who are united by animal desires, only to find it’s vengeance

Overview

“No one spins a story quite like Lora Leigh” (Night Owl Reviews)—and when it comes to her “highly charged and carnal” (Fresh Fiction) Breed novels, nobody does it better. Now, the #1 New York Times bestselling author tells a story of two Breeds who are united by animal desires, only to find it’s vengeance that stirs the mating heat…
 
He was a shadow, ever shifting and insinuating, able to blend in everywhere and anywhere. The elusive ideal conceived and created by the Genetics Council, he went by just as many names as he had identities—the last one being Gideon. 
 
Now calling himself Graeme, he hides in plain sight, terrifyingly close to his goal. A rogue Bengal Breed, he has loyalties to no one but himself. And he has a need for vengeance that surges hot and swift through his veins.
 
Graeme plans to exact an extreme and ruthless vendetta against those who wronged him—Breed and human alike. All will suffer his wrath: those who created him, those who pretended to love him, and those who betrayed him.
 
That includes the one at the center of it all: a seductive, enigmatic woman helpless against the man whose desire is just as desperate as his need to destroy.
 
And he’s on her scent…
 

Editorial Reviews

The mating heat continues in the thirtieth installment of Lora Leigh's Breeds series, this erotic fantasy also pulses with tension and the urge for revenge. Gideon is a rogue Bengal Breed driven by a hatred so deep that he vows to attack all those he thinks have wronged him, Breed and human alike. Yet, with intensely mixed emotions, he is drawn towards an alluring seductress who holds strange powers of her own. Destined for fans' acclaim.

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Praise for Lora Leigh’s Breed novels
 
“I’m a huge fan of Lora Leigh’s Breed books.”—Nalini Singh, New York Times Bestselling Author of the Psy/Changeling Novels
 
“When it comes to this genre, Lora Leigh is The Queen.”—Romance Junkies
 
“[A] highly erotic saga.”—Fresh Fiction
 
“Lora Leigh doesn’t disappoint when it comes to sexiness, intrigue and an added little bit of humor.”—Bitten by Love Reviews
 
“I’m a diehard fan of this series!”—Smexy Books

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780425265468
Publisher:
Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
06/23/2015
Series:
Breeds Series , #30
Pages:
352
Sales rank:
834,241
Product dimensions:
6.25(w) x 9.25(h) x 1.13(d)
Age Range:
18 Years

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Chapter One

Thirteen years later

Window Rock, Arizona

The world called her Claire.

Once, her legal name had been Fawn.

Neither was actually her true name.

Where it counted, to whom it counted, she was Cat, a carefully hidden, maturing, restless feline Breed ready to pounce. A tigress growing slowly impatient with those around her and the machinations being played against her.

She’d been growing tired of it for quite a while. The farce of living as a woman who had actually died as a young girl years before, of pretending to be quiet, studious, and without backbone, had worn her patience away.

She had backbone.

Once, a geneticist and a Bengal Breed named Gideon, one she had called G, had ensured it.

She had a backbone of steel and it was getting ready to lock into place.

“Claire should return to protective custody. With the proof that’s come to light of her father’s crimes against his family as well as the Breed community, she’ll become a target.” Jonas Wyatt, the director of the Bureau of Breed Affairs, addressed the group gathered in the conference room of the Navajo Suites Hotel just outside Window Rock.

He wasn’t wrong, exactly. What he neglected to mention was the fact that she had been a target since the tender age of twelve. It was nothing new to her.

For some reason, this Lion Breed had decided she was his favorite project, though. Since learning that her father, Raymond Martinez, had been behind his own sister’s abduction by the Genetics Council and later her death, the Breed was like a shadow she couldn’t shake.

Not to mention the fact that she was the only bait he had to draw out a creature he still had yet to learn was far too dangerous to play with in such a way.

Jonas didn’t address his concerns to her, though. They were addressed to Claire’s family members.

His freaky silver eyes swirled with concern amid the expression of sincerity that creased his sun-bronzed face.

He was about as sincere as the German shepherd that pretended to smile at her each morning. That bastard would take a bite out of her hide at first opportunity if she dared allow it.

Not that Jonas wanted to see her harmed, unless it was for the greater good. He was just more concerned with that greater good.

“It would seem to me that decision should be Claire’s.” The new director of the Western Division of the Bureau of Breed Affairs—a hell of a mouthful there—Rule Breaker, the real Claire Martinez’s uncle, spoke up at that point.

Claire had a Lion Breed for an uncle. Whoopee, wasn’t she lucky?

Lifting her gaze from her hands where she’d folded them atop the table, she directed it to the black-haired, blue-eyed Rule and wondered how much he suspected, how much he knew.

Quite a bit, she was certain, though she doubted he’d been told everything.

“I agree.” Her grandfather, Orrin, spoke up. “She’s the one who would be confined for the period of time required. She should decide if this is what she wishes.”

Oh, this was about to get really good.

Orrin never agreed with a woman making her own decisions about her protection. Not since his teenage daughter had disappeared over three decades before.

If she had needed confirmation that she was silently being pushed out of the Martinez family, then Grandfather Orrin had just given it.

The ache in her chest grew sharper, the heavy weight of grief sinking deeper inside her.

“I think Claire knows the risks,” Jonas suggested as though he could read her mind.

Perhaps he could.

It was said he had some mad Breed powers going on. Who knew what he could actually do.

“And those risks would be?” The newcomer to the group, a Wolf Breed, Lobo Reever, asked the question with such arrogance she had to bite back a sneer. “Why don’t you explain them before we’re asked to lock a young woman away, a young woman who, it appears, has known nothing but restraint all her life, Director?”

This was so good, such a classic G—oh, excuse her, Graeme—maneuver, that she’d seen through it the moment Reever stepped into the meeting. As though she hadn’t known where the Bengal was for months now. That he was working right beneath Jonas Wyatt’s nose, posing as some Lion Breed security manager for Reever’s estates.

Graeme Parker, her ass.

A Lion Breed? Really?

How the hell had he managed to pull that scent off? To mask his Bengal scent with that of a Lion’s was such a stroke of biological and genetic genius that she could barely comprehend it. She’d always known he was too damned smart for his own good, but that one surpassed even her expectations of him.

Jonas wasn’t happy with the objections. His expression went from concerned to blank so fast Cat wondered if she’d blinked.

“Claire? It would seem your opinion is required here.” The subtle mockery in Jonas’s drawl made the decision for her.

He expected her to just agree. To do as Claire had always done and agree with the decisions made for her protection.

He was certain Claire still lived . . . No, he knew she wasn’t Claire. He’d known from the beginning and he’d simply been patronizing her, using her to draw out a Bengal he was determined to find.

She turned her gaze to the two men who had tried to protect her for the past thirteen years, Orrin and Terran. The men Claire had called Grandfather and Uncle. How she wished they were truly hers to claim.

How she wished someone, somewhere, was hers to claim.

The sensible thing to do, the smart thing to do, would be to agree with him. Breed protective custody wasn’t so bad. It was simply incredibly boring and impossible to slip away from. It was confining to the point of being smothering.

“She’s not a child, Jonas.” Lobo spoke up, his wild green eyes narrowed on the director. “I’m certain she doesn’t appreciate being spoken to as one either.”

Jonas slid his gaze to Lobo, a slight smirk to his lips before turning back to Claire. The arrogant confidence on his face had her teeth clenching. He actually thought she would be so easy to control, that he could force the truth from her. She’d already decided her course here, he could force nothing.

“Not a child, Lobo, but I’d say definitely tired of being under her father’s thumb.” Confidence gleamed in his odd gaze, so certain she’d fall into line, his line, and do as he wanted her to do. He knew who she was, what she was, and he believed she was weak. She’d allowed him to believe she was weak, just as she had allowed others to believe it.

The time for that was past.

It was time to stop pretending she was Claire, and be the person, the Breed, she’d grown into.

It sucked. She hated it. And it was going to cause her more trouble than she wanted to deal with at the moment, but this farce had gone on too long as it was.

“I’m neither Raymond’s puppet nor yours, Mr. Wyatt.” Standing to her feet, she faced the men, men, who had come together to decide on her protection, as well as her future, for her. As though she didn’t have the ability to do it for herself. She’d had enough of that before she’d turned eight.

And though the need for caution was uppermost, no doubt, her ability to feign submission no longer existed.

“I never imagined you were a puppet, but I think you and I are both aware of the fact that Raymond’s association with the Genetics Council is more a threat to you than you’re willing to admit.” It was a reminder.

A reminder that her past was known by Raymond as well as Jonas, her real identity a weakness she couldn’t escape. And one Raymond had no doubt already reported to those willing to supply him with the funds he believed would aid in exoneratinghim on the charges the Breeds had brought against him. The list was extensive.

“Child.” Orrin rose as well, his wrinkled face, gray braids and frail body a reminder that age was taking him from so many who loved him. “You must do as your heart, as your spirit, guides you, not as those who love you would have you do. But the danger is not something you will face alone,” he told her. His voice was gentle, but still, he was encouraging her to face this without the family she’d depended upon as Claire Martinez. “You will never face that life, or any danger that would find you, alone.”

Another reminder, one he’d given her thirteen years before. There were those who watched out for her, who would never see her harmed if they could deflect the danger first. In all the years she’d been protected beneath his granddaughter’s identity, she’d never asked them for help either.

“Orrin, respectfully, that’s bullshit,” Jonas objected sharply, anger snapping in his voice with such strength that he drew the attention of the entire room.

Silver eyes seemed shot with mercury as they obscured the black pupils, swirling with a primal, primitive rage that would have affected her if she hadn’t been used to such a look long before she’d come to this desert land.

“Perhaps, Director, you are the one full of bullshit,” Orrin suggested smoothly, by no means intimidated by the Lion Breed either. “This is her fate, not yours. The questions you claimed to have when you came here have been answered. You have what you assured us you were searching for, the answers to your daughter’s health. You can leave now. The safety and protection of our own, we can handle.”

Orrin’s deliberately arrogant claim filled the air with anger. With Wyatt’s anger.

“But she isn’t yours, is she? No matter how much she claims to be. When do the lies stop?” His hands smacked on the table as he leaned forward, the sight of blood-tipped claws now protruding from the tips of his fingers an assurance that the primal genetics he possessed were rising hard and fast inside him. “Do you take me for a fool? Do you imagine I don’t for a second who and what you are?”

He stared at her, knowledge and demand burning his gaze. He was her genetic superior, that gaze seemed to remind her. She would submit. She would follow his lead. She would . . . tell him to go to hell if he kept trying to intimidate her in such a way.

“I take you for a bastard!”

Before she could restrain the urge, the tigress that resided inside, normally silent and well hidden, slipped its leash. Her own claws emerged before her hands slapped to the table as well. She could feel the markings at the sides of her face shadowing her flesh, feel the incisors at the sides of her mouth dropping lower, feel the animal infused in her genetics merging with the human.

Shock filled the room. Satisfaction filled Wyatt’s gaze. Did he truly believe he’d maneuvered her so easily? That she hadn’t considered the consequences to what she had just done.

“You are an unregistered Breed female,” Jonas snarled, his voice a lash of icy dominance. “You will do as you’re told by the only alpha claiming you.”

The only alpha claiming her? He was as insane as he believed the Bengal he was chasing to be.

Thankfully, being claimed didn’t count if she didn’t want it to.

Lobo eased to his feet, though not in fear, not even wariness. Sharp interest definitely, and a hint of concern for her, not of her.

“You are no alpha of mine, Director,” she assured him, her tone sharp, melodic, rather than rough as many males’ voices were when their animals slipped free. “That scent of demand, that look of furious command, has no effect on me. My alpha marked me years ago and no other will usurp his place no matter how hard they may try.”

She had accepted her alpha freely when the tigress inside her first showed itself. The mark of that acceptance, not just by her but by the animal inside her couldn’t be wiped away, no matter how she’d already attempted to erase it.

“An alpha who wants you dead.” The reminder was given with a baring of sharp incisors and a flash of fury.

Well, he really didn’t have to throw that one in her face, now did he? Not that she believed Graeme wanted her dead, but it was the impression he’d given other’s searching for her. She didn’t consider that nice of him either.

“Is that what you believe?” She let a low, amused hint of laughter free. “Trust me, Director, if my alpha wanted me dead, then dead I would have been the night he found me when he first got here. You roused the monster, Director, in your search for me and Honor. Now you’ve found us. But believe me, he found us first, and nothing you do, no plans you make, no matter how deep you bury me, will keep him from me.”

She’s always known that, always accepted it. There was no hiding from the Breed that had, in essence, created her when he’d developed the genetic serum that saved her life.

“Do you think he intends to allow you to remain alive? Have you fooled yourself into believing he actually felt anything for you when you were a child?” He sneered back at her as she straightened, glanced at her claw-tipped fingers and slowly retracted the sharp extensions until her seemingly perfect manicure was in place once again.

Blood still dripped from the director’s claws to the table. Two perfect scarlet teardrops.

Lifting her gaze to him, she clenched her teeth, forced her incisors back and with a low, deep breath, restrained the genetics that surged free at his demand.

It was an ability she was rather proud of. In past years she’d learned how to push that part of her so deep that even Breeds couldn’t smell the mutation of her DNA or she could call it forward until the scent of the Bengal Tigress all but overwhelmed the scent of her humanity.

There wasn’t a Breed in the room that could sense the Bengal female that had faced them moments before, it was so completely recessed now. Though, it was becoming harder and harder to achieve that little trick with each passing month.

Muttered curses met the phenomenon, though Jonas remained silent, glaring at her, the scent of strength and demand still trying to exert itself over her. Alpha’s were marked by their ability to lead and their strength. Those two qualities had a way of merging into a particular scent that could encourage other strong willed Breeds to follow, or force those of lesser will to do so. Cat wasn’t a Breed he could force until she wanted to allow him to believe such a thing.

She really wasn’t in the mood to play that game though.

“I think it really doesn’t matter,” she assured him. “I’m not hiding any longer. I’ve suffered for the cure those bastards injected in my veins only days after my birth. I suffered, as did Honor, Judd and Gideon. I won’t suffer further by trying to hide from my fate. One doesn’t hide from Gideon, Director. That only pisses him off, didn’t you know that? You face him, spit in his face and pray you’ve amused him enough that he has mercy when finally gets around to killing you.”

“Can you get any more overdramatic?” he sneered, glaring at her. “You have no alpha. That places you under my protection as well as my command. You are unregistered, without the protection registration and an alpha or pride affords you. You do not have the choice of denying any Alpha’s claim.”

She shook her head slowly. “I’m a Bengal tigress, Director. Even in the wild no lion would dare try to intimidate such a creature. I’m no submissive to your demands. I suggest we call this one a draw.”

“A good idea,” Lobo injected, obviously not in the least pleased with the directors attempts to force his will. “If the Alpha mark even I sense within her isn’t enough to encourage you to heed her wishes, Jonas, then I’ll back it with my own standing as an Alpha and that of my pack. She doesn’t stand alone against her enemies, or your deliberate attempts to force her into accepting your arbitrary decisions.”

Jonas’s sneer only deepened as he shot the Wolf breed a glare. “Your agreement with the Breed Tribunal and the Bureau of Breed Affairs doesn’t extend to countermanding any decisions I make, Wolf,” he informed Lobo with cold distain. “This isn’t your fight.”

“There’s no fight involved,” Cat injected, finished with the damned male posturing and the pissing contest in which the two Breeds were becoming involved. “I make my own decisions. I neither want nor need an man to back them, rather he be Breed, human or something in between.” She shot both men an imperious look, determined to make her point clear. “I am fully capable of making decisions on my own, without all your manly, Breed arrogance if you don’t mind.”

Jonas turned back to her slowly, the look he turned on her one known to shrivel confidence in Breeds far stronger than she was. Thankfully, the genetics that would have forced her compliance with such a look were so deeply buried that only a hint of trepidation spoiled the mocking arch of her brow in return.

“Think yourself my equal, do you, little cat?” he scoffed, the scent of his contempt, of his prejudice, so clear it nearly choked her. Prejudice. No different from that which the humans felt against the Breeds. She wasn’t a Breed created before birth as other Breeds had been created. Yet he forgot it seemed, she wasn’t the only one.

She shook her head again. “You’ve always known who I was and what I was, Director. I knew that. Be careful how you handle this from here on out, though, because the day will come when your daughter may well draw conclusions you don’t want in how you handle a female who was born human then made into a Breed, rather than simply created. I can smell your hatred of what I am. I hope she never has to feel it as well.”

Turning, she stalked from the room before his shock could turn to rage and the animal genetics surging beneath his human skin slipped free.

He could decimate her and she knew it.

His training, his strength, was far superior to hers. She’d always known that and she’d remained in the shadows because of it. Remained there, hoping to protect one who didn’t need her protection, and trying to deny the truth to herself.

G—Graeme now, rather—had deserted her years before. He’d left her and Judd to be run down like diseased dogs by the Genetics Council and their soldiers. Forced her to hide in a way that had only hurt her and in a way that left Judd completely alone.

Graeme was her alpha; he owed her his backing, his strength. Instead he’d abandoned her and was determined to destroy her. He’d left her to face maturing alone, without his guidance, to becoming a woman alone with no one to lean on, and he’d left her to face a life pretending she was someone she’d never been intended to be. She had fought alone for thirteen years, refusing to ask for help, and only one person realizing she sometimes needed help. The quiet shadow that slipped in and out of her room occasionally to deliver a healing salve, a splint for a broken bone, or a sweet treat when she’d felt lost amid the hatred she faced each day. He rarely spoke to her, she’d rarely known he was there until she awoke and found the gifts.

Dane Vanderale, Breed ally and supporter, the heir to a fortune that defied belief, an enigma, even to those he helped. Especially to Cat, because she’d never understood why he’d helped.

He’d done what her alpha should have done, what the Breed known as Graeme should have done. He’d been there when she needed help the most, and he’d helped rather than attempting to destroy her.

And that was exactly what Graeme was doing, destroying her. From the moment he’d found her, each move, each carefully calculated maneuver was to reveal who and what she was, to take every last vestige of protection she’d found over the years. To ensure she was as lost and as alone as she felt.

Once he’d learned through Jonas’s search for her that she was still alive, the maddened creature he’d turned into had been on the hunt. As long as she’d been left alone, as long as she’d remained hidden, he’d been content.

But she hadn’t remained hidden to everyone. The Genetics Council had begun the search for her, and they’d known the general area where she’d disappeared, but they’d never identified her, despite Raymond’s threats. Those heading the Brandenmore research center, even after the owner’s death, was hungry for her return, she knew that. Jonas Wyatt had done more than just focus on her last known location though. He’d parked himself in Window Rock and began a concentrated search for a rabid Breed that he’d known wasn’t there, one he knew would draw the Bengal Breed there though.

Jonas had known that directing any search related to the Bengal once known as Gideon, would draw the Breed there and no doubt he’d known both Cat and Honor’s identities would be revealed as well, forcing Gideon to reveal himself.

He hadn’t revealed himself though. He’d found a way to hide in plain sight and then he’d begun stripping Cat of every defense she possessed.

He’d taken not just her protection though—he’d stolen her illusions, her belief in belonging, and in herself.

Her alpha may well want her dead. But at this point, she owed him the same coin. It was now just a matter of time before they likely destroyed each other.

“You don’t have to go.” Terran Martinez stood at the open door of the bedroom that evening, watching her with somber, dark eyes, his expression heavy as she packed.

He’d played the part of her uncle, even protecting her from the man who had sworn to treat her as a daughter. For thirteen years she’d let herself pretend she had a family, a place to belong, only to realize she had no such thing.

Terran didn’t ask her not to go. He didn’t tell her it didn’t matter that she wasn’t Claire, he only said she didn’t have to leave.

Once, she’d been a part of the extensive Martinez family. Her cousins, Isabelle and Chelsea, had visited often after she’d moved in with Terran several months before, after Raymond, Claire’s father, was indicted on crimes against Breed Law.

Claire’s mother, Maria; her father, Raymond; and her brother, Linc, whom Cat had been genuinely fond of, had turned their backs on her within days of charges being officially by the Breeds and a date set for a hearing in front of the Breed Tribunal.

Maria and Raymond both had known she wasn’t really Claire. They had been there the night she had taken their daughter’s identity, had participated in the cover-up. Linc, though, she was never certain what he knew and what he didn’t.

“I know, Terran,” she answered quietly as she placed her clothes in the suitcases she’d bought after leaving the meeting with Jonas Wyatt. “It’s better this way.”

Not that Terran and Orrin both weren’t aware of who she had been all along as well. Everyone knew. But no one had wanted to admit that the real Claire was gone, despite their knowledge.

Terran had lost his treasured younger sister to the Genetics Council when she was only sixteen. He and his father—and, he’d believed, his older brother, Raymond—had search for thirty years for her, only to learn of the horrific death she’d suffered while still a young woman and, with her death, the disappearance of several of her Breed children. One of which had been a girl. And he’d lost his niece, Claire, at fifteen to drugs and a tragic car accident.

This family had already suffered so much.

“Better for who? For you?”

His question surprised her. She paused in placing her jeans in the suitcase and considered it before turning back to him.

“The cat’s out of the bag, literally,” she reminded him, the overwhelming sadness that she could no longer pretend to be the person they loved weighing at her heart. “I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t put my head down and be nice and quiet and sweet while raging inside. My maturing genetics just won’t allow it.”

The frown at his brow grew heavier. “We didn’t demand that you take Claire’s personality as well as her identity when the ritual failed.”?”

The ritual. That otherworldly episode that had given her so much of who and what Claire Martinez was. Lying amid the steam and the scents of earth, dampened herbs and life itself, she’d felt the spirit of the dying girl whisper through her, determined to protect her with her own identity, with everything she was. Cat had felt herself drift then, into a sleep so deep, so dark, she’d immediately railed against it.

When she’d awakened from that sleep it was to find that spirit still there, watching over her, protecting her when other breeds were there by effectively hiding any scent or realization to breed senses of her true identity. For years Claire Martinez had protected her. Until Gideon’s return. Now, the awareness of the spirit that had watched over her was gone.

“Claire’s gone. The change was too sudden.” Frustration ate at her now, rising from a well of painful realizations that refused to be hidden. “I lost too much too fast and now I have to figure out where to go from here. I won’t endanger the rest of you while I do that.”

She wasn’t Claire.

Her genetics would begin adapting now that the maturation of her Bengal genetics was beginning. The tigress that had merely lurked within her, only coming out when she called it, was now beginning to merge with her human genetics in a way she may not be able to hide for much longer.

“So you’ll face it alone?” The scent of his anger began to fill the air. “And you expect us to simply accept that?”

She swallowed tightly, her fists clenching in the clothes she’d retrieved from the bed as she turned to him.

“I’m not Claire,” she reminded him, desperate to hear him say it didn’t matter. “I don’t have the right to ask any more than that of you.”

His lips thinned. Something bleak and filled with rage flashed in his gaze before it was gone as though it had never existed.

Rather than speaking the words she needed to hear, he shook his head, pushed his fingers through his graying black hair then turned and headed back to the front of the house.

Cat clapped her hand over her lips to hold back a cry, a shattered sound of disillusionment. She’d been so certain he’d tell her it didn’t matter that she wasn’t really Claire. That she was family anyway. She’d been his acknowledged niece for thirteen years, he’d been part of her protection for just as long. But he couldn’t tell her it didn’t matter.

Because it did matter.

She’d always known when push came to shove, that it did matter.

Shoving the pain to that place where she’d shoved the other broken promises and disillusioned realizations, she fought back her tears and finished packing. Three suitcases contained her life. Twenty-five years and so very little to show for it.

A small collection of knives she’d found each year on her birthday for the past years. Just as many small crystal dragons. They were her only keepsakes. Presents over the years had included gift cards and clothes. Terran had given her his older model pickup when the one she’d bought last year had been repossessed within weeks of her losing her job as a receptionist at the tribal headquarters.

Raymond had ensured it was repossessed, she’d known that.

Lifting the largest suitcase in one hand, she slung the strap of the overnight bag on her opposite shoulder and picked up the smaller case.

Over the years she’d acquired a few things herself. Weapons she’d hidden, cash she could access. It wasn’t much, but it was enough that she didn’t have to worry about the fact that no one would hire her since she’d moved from Raymond’s house.

Either employers were put off because of the charges brought against her supposed father or, if that wasn’t it, they weren’t hiring her because Raymond had specifically asked them not to. For whatever reason, the position she was left in was precarious at best.

She did seem to have a place to live, though.

Surprisingly, the voice text that had come through from Lobo Reever just after she left the meeting was an offer of a rental house he owned just outside his huge estate in the desert. A nice little place with a pool, adobe walls surrounding nearly an acre of property. It was private, easy to secure and, she hoped, safe.

She was certain Lobo hadn’t been behind the offer alone, though. Graeme was quite good at getting the very influential Wolf Breed to do his bidding. She just hadn’t figured out how he’d managed it yet.

She wasn’t going to look a gift wolf in the mouth, though. It was a place to live. She didn’t have to force herself on the Martinez family any longer, nor feel as though she were some orphan relation to the Breeds.

Jonas may pretend to want to be her new best friend but in the few seconds that her sense of smell had been at its peak, she’d scented the truth.

Contempt, distaste, arrogant superiority. They’d all filled him. He didn’t see her as human nor as Breed but as some inferior in-between without worth.

Which didn’t bode well for the daughter she knew he adored.

How a man, or a Breed, could hate one and love another of the same genetic mutation, she didn’t understand.

She didn’t intend to spend much time trying to make sense of it either. She had other problems, much larger problems. One in particular, a big, muscled Bengal Breed posing as a Lion and determined to destroy her.

If only she could make herself just as determined to destroy him.

“I don’t like allowing her to leave like this.” Terran watched the pickup until it was out of sight.

The anger in his voice matched that of his scent, the tinge of regret and sorrow filling the early evening air.

“I know,” Cullen assured him. “These are decisions she has to make alone, Terran, we’ve always known that.”

“Not like this,” the Navajo argued. “It doesn’t matter if Claire still protects her or not. I accepted her as my niece the night she took Claire’s identity. Whether or not Claire’s spirit survives to shield her has nothing to do with it.”

“Graeme and Orrin are the ones you should be arguing with,” Cullen sight, pushing his fingers through his hair as he blew out a hard breath. “They decided this was how it had to be, not me.”

The old Navajo had guided Cat this far, Cullen could do nothing but trust in Orrin’s visions now and pray Cat survived the coming realizations she had to face. As for Graeme, there were complications there that Cullen had no desire to consider at the moment.

“That brother of yours is a menace to Breeds and human’s alike,” Terran muttered. “And I don’t trust him. He should have come to her, faced her . . .”

“There is nothing on the face of this earth that will stand between him and Cat.” Cullen turned to face the other man fully now, staring at him intently, willing him to understand, to know, that Graeme would never tolerate it for an instant. “Do as Orrin instructed. Let Cat face what’s to come, encouraging her to hide from who and what she is now, could get her killed.”

It could get all of them killed. And life might not be exactly what he’d envisioned sometimes, but he still had things to do, dying before he completed those tasks wasn’t something he wanted to face.

“She’s been deserted all her life, Cullen,” Terran snapped, the scent of his anger growing. “Even by him. And by God following suit with everyone else in her damned life doesn’t sit well with me.”

Turning Terran stomped back into the house, leaving Cullen to turn and stare into the desert, the weight of Terran’s words weighing on his shoulders. Because he was right. They’d all deserted her in one form or the other, to save her. But in ensuring her physical survival, what had they done to her heart?

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Lora Leigh is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Breed Novels (Rule Breaker, Stygian's Honor, Lawe's Justice), as well as Overcome, a collection of Breed novellas, and the Nauti series (Nauti Enchantress, Nauti Temptress, Nauti Intentions).

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Bengal's Quest 3.8 out of 5 based on 6 ratings. 50 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I cannot even begin to say how beautiful this story was. It had me in tears more than once. Gideon's story was breathtaking and heart wrenching. So you reviewers who sit rating low because it doesn't have sex scene after sex scene get off your high horse and see this book for the beauty of the story.
Sandy-thereadingcafe More than 1 year ago
Many questions answered: BENGAL’S QUEST is the thirtieth, full length installment in Lora Leigh’s adult, contemporary BREED erotic, paranormal romance series focusing on a government experiment that went horribly wrong. Years earlier, trying to create the ultimate warrior, scientists combined animal DNA with human embryos resulting in a species that has been feared and tortured since their inception. This is NOT a series about animal shifters, but a series about a hybridized species of human and animal. With the release of BENGAL’S QUEST we are introduced to the newest development in the Breed creation whose DNA has been altered following birth. This is Gideon/Graeme, and Cat/Claire’s storyline. Both of their stories have been building throughout the series. SOME BACKGROUND: Cat was born human with a genetic defect but through injection of Bengal DNA, Cat’s own DNA began to change. Using Navajo magic, the soul and personality of a dying young girl was placed into Cat thus rendering our heroine with a dual personality and the introduction of Claire. Through the years, Gideon has been tortured in both body and mind, and in this our hero’s dual personality leaves questions about his true identity and his personal quest. One side of Gideon is a warrior named Graeme; the other side is a beast who is determined to destroy everything that threatens his mate and the people he loves. What we have is a storyline about one lifelong search for the truth; two people fated by DNA, and four personalities that will see heartbreak and dissolution of family and friendships. Told from dual third person perspectives BENGAL’S QUEST follows Gideon as he continues to protect the woman he claims as his mate, while keeping his true identity a secret from the people in charge. Gideon has been working behind the scenes to wreak havoc and vengeance upon the Genetics Council that destroyed so many lives, but disguised as his alter ego Graeme, he continues to work closely with Bureau of Breed Affairs in their attempts to locate the other missing Breeds. What ensues is a dark and dangerous game of push and pull between Gideon and Jonas; and Cat’s determination to prove that she is capable of protecting herself from those wishing to do her harm. The relationship between Cat and Gideon begins four days following Cat’s birth. Gideon fell in love with the small child he had sworn to protect, and through the years Cat’s dependency upon ‘G’ was that of a child to a parent; a sister to a big bro. But Gideon knew Cat was his mate from a very early age, and our ‘anti-hero’ walked away in the hopes of protecting Cat from future harm. The $ex scenes are erotic, intimate and animalistic. Gideon’s need to claim Cat will be met with trepidation and heartache. BENGAL’S QUEST is the culmination of several storylines where the truth behind Gideon’s secrets and past life are revealed. Gideon has been a shadow; an enigma throughout the series. He is a Bengal Breed whose nature has been changed by experimentation and torture, but a man whose desire to help comes across as interference and threatening. The ensemble cast of characters brings together several of the previous storyline heroes and heroines including Jonas Wyatt as the acerbic director of the Bureau of Breed Affairs. Jonas’s position as Director is often questioned but rarely denied. With the release of BENGAL’S QUEST and RULE BREAKER (#29) Lora Leigh has answered many questions, and revealed the truth behind the secrets and lies that continued to build throughout the series. If you are a fan of Leigh’s BREED series, these two books are must reads; the previous revelations, identities, and cryptic clues will be acknowledged, answered, and disclosed-that is not say that everything will fall into order, but with this particular ARC of the series, many questions have finally been answered.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
There was no story to this story. That sums it up. After waiting years for this story, the character appearing in numerous others, the plot lines all leading to this one character and his story this was a huge let down. Nothing happens. There simply is no plot. The romance is flat. The sex scenes are flat. There was too much inner rambling and seriously nothing happens. I have enjoyed the books in this series, but about two books ago it just tanked. I hate to say it but this was my last Lora Laigh purchase. I do not have the money to keep throwing out ten dollars a pop and hoping this will be a decent read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book is great but from reading all the other Lora Leigh breed books this one is like she had to try and finish it if you understand what I mean. There was a lot of jumping points. Like you had to go back to make sure that they didn't rip a page out because of the sudden change. There wasn't as much adventure as the others had. She repeated a lot of things that I started skimming through the paragraphs which I never used to do. Like I said it was a good read because of the points she was trying to make but this book should ajve been a bit longer to put more details into the book instead of mushing things together especially how long it took to get published.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderful
aakerr More than 1 year ago
Another excellent addition to the Breeds series. I've been waiting for this story for years. It was worth the wait.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Always a good read
Kristina77 More than 1 year ago
I have read all of Lora’s Breed Books and I love the series! I liked the book because it answered may questions that have been brought up in the last 4 books and I feel that it really progressed the series forward. I will say that I struggled with connecting as a reader with the Cat/Claire's character at times. I’m not sure that this isn't due to feeling like I thought I knew her from Honor's story as Fawn/Claire. I was rooting for her in that book to make it out of the terrible situation that she was in and looked forward to seeing how she and Gideon would connect and eventually mate. Now I find out that she has been another person this whole time (Cat) and I am not really sure that I like her. Like another commenter said, I think that because I have waited so long for the book to be here that I built it up to much. Again, I did like the book and looking forward to re-reading it to see all the references and hints that I missed the first time. I hope that as I re-read it that I will see Cat for who she is and like her.
Lora-Fan More than 1 year ago
My first thought after I finished the book was, "Did someone else write this for her?". I love reading Laura's books I have bought and read every book she has published. Maybe I was expecting too much from this book since it has been built up over many of her books but the romance seemed flat compared to many of her other books.
Anonymous 3 months ago
Love this series!
Anonymous 7 months ago
2.5 Stars 30 books in, this is probably the longest series in existence, some books have been superior, others not so much. With a series this long you have to be loyal to it despite a bad apple every now and then because as a reader of this series from the very first book, trust me when I say Ms. Leigh has absolutely no intentions on ending this series any time soon, especially with the new characters she introduces in each book... This book....eh... Cat was to fu*king busy living in the past that her stubbornness to move on was just annoying as hell... Plus the whole Cat/Claire/Fawn debacle was so fu*king confusing, as was Honor/Liza, Judd/Cullen and Gideon/Graeme/G...sighs. Why did the Mating Heat affect Cat and Gideon so differently? Every couple had the same symptoms but this couple didn't, it's like they weren't even going through the agony that 29 previous couples did, that was just weird.... I'm in agreement with everyone else, when the fu*k is Cassie going to get her damn story? Now we have to deal with Cullen and his crap but what about Cassie? She's one of the most intriguing characters ever introduced into this series, so why make us wait? SR
Anonymous 9 months ago
Love the characters. I really enjoy Cat and Gideon. I can't wait for more. Especially Cassie, Judd and Dane's books.
Anonymous 12 months ago
Great read, can't wait for Cullen's story
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
ecwordwiz More than 1 year ago
Revenge or love everlasting? The game he plays is deep, the stakes are high, he is the master at this game of deception, but what other way is there to play when the survival of your species and your very mate is at stake. One moment you will wonder at his genius then next you’ll question his very sanity, but that is no more than he’s been doing himself for years, ever since he left a young Cat after swearing revenge on the young girl that saved his life and irrevocably tied them together and insured his forays into madness. He’s been many years without his mate. She’s been hidden beneath the veil of tribal magic. Now the veil is lifted and it’s just a matter of time before he claims her permanently. The question is… does he want his revenge or does he want his mate? Who is her mate? Is he Gideon? Is he G? or perhaps his latest incarnation as Graeme? No matter the face he shows the world, he’s managed to accrue his chits and grown quite a loyal following. Makes it just a bit difficult for the poor Jonas to pin him down. I think up until Gideon I had thought one of the most intriguing characters created by Ms. Leigh was Jonas. I would be very hard pressed to choose after a Bengal’s Quest. Can I just say wow? Talk about a very complex character. And for such a complex alpha male you better believe you’ll get a similarly complex heroine. You’d have to be a rather complex woman if you had a resident ghost co-inhabiting your body. Thirteen years ago a group of Native American shaman performed a ritual transforming her from Fawn into Claire, a recently deceased girl from the tribe. A bit of plastic surgery had her living the lie for years. But unlike her friend Honor, Fawn never lost herself in the new identity. She didn’t end up in a loving, nurturing family. Instead, she ended up in the care of a traitor. And while Fawn may have been her legal name, it wasn’t really her either. She was Cat. She was G’s creation, a Bengal waiting to emerge. Her life was a ticking time bomb waiting for revenge to happen. She was also on the genetic councils most wanted list. I have totally loved this series from the very beginning. I wait impatiently for each new release. This time, I did something a little different. I decided to get the audible edition and listen while I read along. I can tell you that Brianna Bronte does an awesome job narrating. She has a great range in her voice and excellent skills in expressing the characters. Again I was totally awed by the skills of Ms. Leigh. I can’t wait to read To Wake a Sleeping Tiger. *****Reviewed for Xtreme-Delusions*****
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read. Couldn't put it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very good read
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Catbirdmom More than 1 year ago
Why read the freaking book? Just read these novel length reviews written by those who got a free copy and feel the need to justify it by giving entire plots away with their gushing, spoiler-ridden disertations. Barnes and Noble needs a 500 word limit on these things. Seriously, I have used less than 300now. I have written reviews that would fit on twitter. Good plot, wraps up details and questions from entire series. Hot guy and hotter sex! Definitely recommend! See how easy it is?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Leigh never disappoints. Gideon and Cat are hot, hot, hot!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read everything Lora Leigh has ever published and have always considered myself a huge fan. Needless to say, I will not be buying another Breed Series book. I was very disappointed in this book and it was not worth the money I paid for it! Ms. Leigh has lost her passion for the Breed Series and needs to lay them to rest before she looses more of her loyal fan base. She has written many fantastic books. Maybe its time she came up with something new.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved the latest installment of the Breed series. I could not put this book down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good
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