Fair Game

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Patricia Briggs, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Mercy Thompson novels, “always enchants her readers" (Lynn Viehl). Now her Alpha and Omega series—set in a world of shifting shapes, loyalties, and passions—brings werewolves out of the darkness and into a society where fear and prejudice could turn the hunters into the prey…

It is said that opposites attract. And in the case of werewolves Anna Latham and Charles Cornick, they mate. The son—and enforcer—of the ...

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Overview

Patricia Briggs, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Mercy Thompson novels, “always enchants her readers" (Lynn Viehl). Now her Alpha and Omega series—set in a world of shifting shapes, loyalties, and passions—brings werewolves out of the darkness and into a society where fear and prejudice could turn the hunters into the prey…

It is said that opposites attract. And in the case of werewolves Anna Latham and Charles Cornick, they mate. The son—and enforcer—of the leader of the North American werewolves, Charles is a dominant Alpha. While Anna, an Omega, has the rare ability to calm others of her kind.

When the FBI requests the pack’s help on a local serial-killer case, Charles and Anna are sent to Boston to join the investigation. It soon becomes clear that someone is targeting the preternatural. And now Anna and Charles have put themselves right in the killer’s sights…

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“Patricia Briggs is amazing…Her Alpha and Omega novels are fantastic…Go read Fair Game!”—Fresh Fiction

"In a word, brilliant."—Night Owl Reviews

“The story line, characters, world…everything is so unbelievably well developed…I loved every page of it.”—Bitten Books

"A fantastic thriller."—Genre Go Round Reviews

From the Publisher
“Patricia Briggs is amazing…Her Alpha and Omega novels are fantastic…Go read Fair Game!”—Fresh Fiction

"In a word, brilliant."—Night Owl Reviews

“The story line, characters, world…everything is so unbelievably well developed…I loved every page of it.”—Bitten Books

"A fantastic thriller."—Genre Go Round Reviews

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780425256183
  • Publisher: Ace
  • Publication date: 1/29/2013
  • Series: Alpha And Omega Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 117,697
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Patricia Briggs

#1 New York Times bestselling author Patricia Briggs lives in Washington State with her husband, children, and a small herd of horses.

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Aspen Creek, Montana

“Go home,” Bran Cornick growled at Anna.

No one who saw him like this would ever forget what lurked behind the Marrok’s mild–mannered facade. But only people who were stupid—or desperate—would risk raising his ire to reveal the monster behind the nice–guy mask. Anna was desperate.

“When you tell me you will quit calling on my husband to kill people,” Anna told him doggedly. She didn’t yell, she didn’t shout, but she wasn’t going to give up easily.

Clearly, she’d finally pushed him out to the very narrow edges of his last shred of civilized behavior. He closed his eyes, turned his head away from her, and said, in a very gentle voice, “Anna. Go home and cool off.” Go home untilhe cooled off was what he meant. Bran was Anna’s father–in–law, her Alpha, and also the Marrok who ruled all the werewolf packs in his part of the world by the sheer force of his will.

“Bran—”

His power unleashed with his temper, and the five other wolves not counting Anna who were in the living room of his house dropped to the floor including his mate. Their heads were bowed and tipped slightly to the side to expose their necks.

Though he made no outward move, the speed of their surrender testified to Bran’s anger and his dominance—and only Anna, somewhat to her surprise at her own temerity, stayed on her feet. When Anna had first come to Aspen Creek, beaten and abused as she’d been, if anyone had yelled at her, she’d have hid in a corner and not come out for a week.

She met Bran’s eyes and bared her teeth at him as the wave of his power brushed past her like a spring breeze. Not that she wasn’t properly terrified, but not of Bran. Bran, she knew, would not really hurt her if he could help it, no matter what her hindbrain tried to tell her.

She was terrified for her mate. “You are wrong,” Anna told him. “Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. And you are determined not to see it until he is broken beyond repair.”

“Grow up, little girl,” Bran snarled, and now his eyes—bright gold leaching out his usual hazel—were focused on her instead of the fireplace in the wall. “Life isn’t a bed of roses and people have to do hard jobs. You knew what Charles was when you married him and when you took him as your mate.”

He was trying to make this about her, because then he wouldn’t have to listen to her. He couldn’t be that blind, just too stubborn. So his attempt to alter the argument—when there should be no argument at all—enraged her.

“Someone in here is acting like a child, and it isn’t me,” she growled right back at him.

Bran’s return snarl was wordless.

“Anna, shut up,” Tag whispered urgently, his big body limp on the floor where his orange dreadlocks clashed with the maroon of the Persian rug. He was her friend and she trusted the berserker’s judgment on most things. Under other circumstances she’d have listened to him, but right now she had Bran so angry he couldn’t speak—so she could get a few words in past his stubborn, inflexible mind.

“I know my mate,” she told her father by marriage. “Better than you do. He will break before he disappoints you or fails to do his duty. You have to stop this because he can’t.”

When Bran spoke, his voice was a toneless whisper. “My son will not bend or break. He has done his job for a century before you were even born, and he’ll be doing it a century from now.”

“His job was to dispense justice,” she said. “Even if it meant killing people, he could do it. Now he is merely an assassin. His prey cling to his feet repentant and redeemable. They weep and beg for mercy that he can’t give. It is breaking him,” she said starkly. “And I’m the only one who sees it.”

Bran flinched. And for the first time, she realized that Charles wasn’t the only one suffering under the new, harsher rules the werewolves had to live by.

“Desperate times,” he said grimly, and Anna hoped that she’d broken through. But he shook off the momentary softness and said, “Charles is stronger than you give him credit for. You are a stupid little girl who doesn’t know as much as she thinks she does. Go home before I do something I’ll regret later. Please.”

It was that brief break that told her this was useless. He did know. He did understand, and he was hoping against hope that Charles could hold out. Her anger fled and left . . . despair.

She met her Alpha’s eyes for a long moment before acknowledging her failure.

Anna knew exactly when Charles drove up, newly returned from Minnesota where he’d gone to take care of a problem the Minnesota pack leader would not. If she’d been deaf to the sound of the truck or the front door, she’d have known Charles was home by the magic that tied wolf to mate. That was all the bond told her outright, though—his side of their bond was as opaque as he could manage, and that told her a whole lot more about his state of mind than he probably intended.

From the way he let nothing leak through to her, she knew it had been another bad trip, one that had left too many people dead, probably people he hadn’t wanted to kill.

Lately, they had all been bad trips.

At first she’d been able to help, but when the rules changed, when the werewolves had admitted their existence to the rest of the world, the new public scrutiny meant that second chances for the wolves who broke Bran’s laws were offered only in extraordinary circumstances. She’d kept going with him on these trips because she refused to let Charles suffer alone. But when Anna started having nightmares about the man who’d fallen to his knees in front of her in mute entreaty before his execution, Charles had quit letting her go.

She was strong–willed and she liked to think of herself as tough. She could have made him change his mind or followed him anyway. But Anna hadn’t fought his edict because she realized she was only making his job harder to bear. He saw himself as a monster and couldn’t believe she didn’t also when she witnessed the death he brought.

So Charles went out hunting alone—as he had for a hundred years or more, just as his father had said. His hunt was always successful—and, at the same time, a failure. He was dominant; he had a compulsory need to protect the weak, including, paradoxically, the wolves he was there to kill. When the wolves he executed died, so did a part of Charles.

Before Bran had brought them out to the public, the new wolves, those who had been Changed for less than ten years, would have been given several chances if their transgression came from loss of control. Conditions could have been taken into account that would lessen the punishment of others. But the public knew about them now, and they couldn’t allow everyone to know just how dangerous werewolves really were.

It was up to the pack Alpha to take care of dispensing commonplace justice. Previously, Charles had only had to go out a few times a year to take care of bigger or more unusual problems. But many of the Alphas were unhappy with the new harshness of the laws, and somehow more and more of the enforcement fell to Bran and thus to Charles. He was going out two or three times a month and it was wearing on him.

She could feel him standing just inside the house, so she put a little more passion into her music, calling him to her with the sweet–voiced cello that had been his first Christmas gift to her.

If she went upstairs, he’d greet her gravely, tell her he had to go talk to his father and leave. He’d come back in a day or so after running as a wolf in the mountains. But Charles never quite came back all the way anymore.

It had been a month since he’d last touched her. Six weeks and four days since he’d made love to her, not since they’d come back from the last trip she’d accompanied him on. She’d have said that to Bran if he hadn’t made that “Grow up, little girl” comment. Probably she should have told Bran anyway, but she’d given up making him see reason.

She’d decided to try something else.

She stayed in the music room Charles had built in the basement while he stood upstairs. Instead of words, she let her cello speak for her. Rich and true, the notes slid from her bow and up the stairway. After a moment she heard the stairs squeak a little under the weight of his feet and let out a breath of relief. Music was something they shared.

Her fingers sang to him, coaxing him to her, but he stopped in the doorway. She could feel his eyes on her, but he didn’t say anything.

Anna knew that when playing on her cello, her face was peaceful and distant—a product of much coaching from an early teacher who told her that biting her lip and grimacing was a dead giveaway to any judge that she was having trouble. Her features weren’t regular enough for true beauty, but she wasn’t ugly, either, and today she’d used some makeup tricks that softened her freckles and emphasized her eyes.

She glanced at him briefly. His Salish heritage gave him lovely dark skin and exotic (to her) features, his father’s Welsh blood apparent only in subtle ways: the shape of his mouth, the angle of his chin. It was his job, not his lineage, that froze his features into an unemotional mask and left his eyes cold and hard. His duties had eaten away at him until he was nothing but muscle, bone, and tension.

Anna’s fingers touched the strings and rocked, softening the cello’s song with a vibrato on the longer notes. She’d begun with a bit of Pachelbel’s Canon in D, which she generally used as a warm–up or when she wasn’t sure what she wanted to play. She considered moving to something more challenging, but she was too distracted by Charles. Besides, she wasn’t trying to impress him, but to seduce him into letting her help. So, Anna needed a song that she could play while thinking of Charles.

If she couldn’t get Bran to quit sending her mate out to kill, maybe she could get Charles to let her help with the aftermath. It might buy him a little time until she could find the right baseball bat—or rolling pin—to beat some clarity into his father’s head.

She deserted Pachelbel for an improvised bridge that shifted the key from D to G and then let her music flow into the prelude of Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1. Not that that music was easy, but it had been her high school concert piece so she could practically play it in her sleep.

Her fingers moving, she didn’t allow herself to look at him again, no matter how hungry she was for the sight of him. She stared at an oil painting of a sleeping bobcat while Charles stood at the door and watched her. If she could get him to approach her, to quit trying to protect her from his job . . .

And then she screwed up.

She was an Omega wolf. That meant that not only was she the only person on the continent whose wolf would allow her to face down the Marrok when he was in a rage, but also that she had a magical talent for soothing wolfish tempers regardless of whether or not they wanted to be soothed. It felt wrong to impose her will on others, and she tried not to do it unless the need was dire. Over the past few years, Anna had learned when and how to best use her ability. But her need to see Charles happy slipped over the barrier of her hard–won control as if it wasn’t there at all.

One moment she was playing to him with her whole self, focused solely on him—and the next her wolf reached out and calmed Charles’s wolf, sent him to sleep, leaving only his human half behind . . . Charles turned and walked purposefully away from her without a word. He, who ran from nothing and no one, exited their house by the back door.

Anna set down her bow and returned her cello to its stand. He wouldn’t come back for hours now, maybe not even for a couple of days. Music hadn’t worked if the only thing holding Charles in its spell was his wolf.

She left the house, too. The need to do something was so strong it had her moving without a real destination. It was that or cry, and she refused to cry. Maybe she could go to Bran one more time. But when the turnoff for his house appeared, she drove past it.

Like as not Charles was headed to Bran’s to tell his father what he’d done for the wolves of the world—and it would be . . . awkward to follow him, as if she were chasing him. Besides, she’d already talked to Bran. He knew what was happening to his son; she knew he did. But, like Charles, he weighed the lives of all of their kind against the possibility that Charles would break under the strain of what was necessary, and thought the risk acceptable.

So Anna drove through town, arriving at a large greenhouse in the woods on the other side. She pulled over and parked next to a battered Willys Jeep and went in search of help.

A lot of wolves called him the Moor—which he disliked, saying that it was a vampire kind of thing to do, take a part of who a person was and reduce him to it with a capital letter or two. His features and skin showed traces of Arabia by way of North Africa, but Anna agreed that certainly wasn’t the sum total of who he was. He was very beautiful, very old, extremely deadly—and right now he was transplanting geraniums.

“Asil,” she began.

“Hush,” he said. “Don’t disturb my plants with your troubles until they are safe in their new houses. Make yourself useful and deadhead the roses along the wall.”

She snagged a basket and started picking dead flowers off Asil’s rosebushes. There would be no talking to him until he’d accomplished what he intended, whether that was to calm her down before they talked, get some free labor, or merely keep the silence while he tended his plants. Knowing Asil, it could be all three.

She worked for about ten minutes before she got impatient and reached for a rosebud, knowing that he always kept an eye on anyone working with his precious flowers.

“Remember the story of Beauty and the Beast?” remarked Asil gently. “Go ahead. Take that little bloom. See what happens.”

“’Beauty and the Beast’ is a French fairy tale and you are a mere Spaniard,” Anna told him, but she took her fingers off the bud. Beauty’s father had stolen a flower at great cost. “And in no way are you an enchanted prince.”

He dusted off his hands and turned to her, smiling a little. “Actually I am. For some definitions of ’prince.’”

“Hah,” said Anna. “Poor Belle would find herself kissing your handsome face and then, poof, there would be the frog.”

“I think you are mixing your fairy tales,” Asil told her. “But even as a frog I would not disappoint. You came to talk fairy tales, querida?”

“No.” She sighed, hopping up to sit on a convenient flat table next to a bunch of small pots that held a single pea–sized leaf each. “I’m here to get advice about beasts. Specifically, information about the beast who rules us all. Naturally I sought you out. Bran has to quit sending Charles out to kill. It is destroying him.”

He sat on the table opposite hers and looked at her with the space of the narrow aisle between them. “You do know that Charles lived nearly two hundred years without you to take care of him, yes? He is not a fragile rosebud who needs your tender touch to survive.”

“He’s not a killer, either,” Anna snapped.

“I beg to differ.” Asil spread his hands peaceably when she snarled at him. “The results speak for themselves. I doubt that there are any other wolves with so many werewolf kills under their belt outside of present company.” He indicated himself with a modest air that was a tribute to his acting skills, since he didn’t have a modest bone in his body.

Anna shook her head at him, her hands curling into fists of frustration. “He isn’t. Killing hurts him. But he sees it as necessary–”

“Which it is,” murmured Asil, clearly patronizing her.

“Fine,” she agreed sharply, hearing the growl in her voice but unable to keep it down. Failing so spectacularly with Bran had taught her she needed to keep her own temper in check if she wanted to convince old dominant wolves of anything. “I know that it is necessary. Of course it is necessary. Charles wouldn’t kill anyone if he didn’t see that it was necessary. And Charles is the only one dominant enough to do the job who is also not an Alpha, since that would cause trouble with the Alpha of the territories he must enter. Fine. It doesn’t mean that he can continue like this. Necessary does not mean possible.”

Asil sighed. “Women.” He sighed again, theatrically. “Peace, child. I do understand. You are Omega and Omegas are worse than Alphas about protecting their mates. But your mate is very strong.” He grimaced as he said it, as if tasting something bitter. Anna knew that he didn’t always get along with Charles, but dominant wolves often had that problem with one another. “You just have to have a little faith in him.”

Anna met his gaze and held it. “He doesn’t bring me with him anymore when he goes. When he came home this afternoon, I used my magic to send his wolf to sleep, and as soon as the wolf was quiet he left without a word.”

“You expected living with a werewolf to be easy?” Asil frowned at her. “You can’t fix everyone. I told you that. Being Omega doesn’t make you Allah.” Asil’s long–dead mate had been an Omega. Asil had taught Anna all that she knew about it, which he seemed to believe gave him some sort of in loco parentis status. Or maybe he just patronized everyone. “Omega doesn’t mean power without end. Charles is a stone–cold killer—ask him yourself. And you knew it when you married him. You should quit worrying about him and start worrying about how you are going to deal with accepting the situation you got yourself into.”

Anna stared at him. She knew that he and Charles weren’t bosom buddies or anything. She hadn’t realized that he didn’t know Charles at all, that Asil saw only the front he put on for everyone else.

Asil had been her last, forlorn hope. Anna levered herself off the table. She turned her back on Asil and strode to the door, feeling the heavy weight of despair. She didn’t know how to make him, to make Bran, see how bad things were. Bran was the one who counted. Only he could keep Charles home. She had failed to persuade her father–in–law. She’d been hoping that Asil might help.

It was still light out and would be for a few more hours, but the air was already stirring with the weight of the waxing moon. She held the door open and turned back to Asil. “You are all wrong about him. You and Bran and everyone else. He is strong, but no one is that strong. He hasn’t picked up an instrument, hasn’t even sung a note for months.”

Asil’s head came up and he stared at her a moment, proving that he knew something about her husband after all.

“Perhaps,” he said slowly with a frown, rising to his feet. “Perhaps you are right. His father and I should speak.”

Asil let himself into the Marrok’s house without knocking. Bran had never objected, and another wolf might think he just never noticed. Asil knew that Bran noticed everything and had chosen to allow Asil’s subtle defiance for his own reasons. And that was almost enough to make Asil knock on the door and wait for an invitation to enter. Almost.

Leah was on the living room couch, watching something on the big TV. She looked up as he passed by and didn’t bother smiling, while a woman screamed shrilly from the surround–sound speakers. When Asil had come to Montana, Leah’d flirted with him—his Alpha’s mate, who should know better. He’d allowed her the first one, but the second time he’d taught her not to play her games with him.

So she sat on the couch, glanced up at him and then away, as if he bored her. But they both knew that he scared her. Asil was slightly ashamed of that, only because he knew his mate, dead but still beloved, would be disappointed in him. Teaching Leah to be afraid of him had been easier and more satisfactory than just letting her know that her flirtations were unwelcome and would not gain her whatever it was that she wished.

Had he not expected the Marrok to execute him in short order—which was the reason he’d come to the Montana pack—he might not have done such a thorough job of it. But he was not unhappy that Leah ignored him as much as possible—and less unhappy that the Marrok would not kill him than he had expected to be. Asil found that life still had the power to surprise him, so he was willing to stick around for a little while longer.

He followed the sound of quiet voices to the Marrok’s study, pausing in the hallway to wait when he realized it was Charles, himself, talking to his father. Had it been anyone else, he’d have intruded, expecting the lesser wolf—and they were all lesser wolves—to give way.

Asil frowned, trying to decide if what he had to say would play better with Charles in the room or not. Strategy would be important. A dominant wolf, such as he or Bran, could not be compelled, only persuaded.

In the end he decided on a private talk and continued on to the library where he found a copy of Ivanhoe and reread the first few chapters.

“Romantic claptrap,” said Bran from the doorway. Doubtless he’d scented Asil as soon as Asil had walked by the study earlier. “As well as historically full of holes.”

“Is there something wrong with that?” asked Asil. “Romance is good for the soul. Heroic deeds, sacrifice, and hope.” He paused. “The need for two dissimilar people to become one. Scott wasn’t trying for historical accuracy.”

“Good thing,” grunted Bran, sitting down on the chair opposite the love seat Asil had claimed. “Because he didn’t manage it.”

Asil went back to reading his book. It was an interrogation technique he’d seen Bran use a lot and he figured the old wolf would recognize it.

Bran snorted in amusement and gave in by beginning the conversation. “So what brings you out here this afternoon? I trust it wasn’t a sudden desire to read Sir Walter’s dashing romance.”

Asil closed the book and gave his Alpha a look under his lashes. “No. But it is about romance, sacrifice, and hope.”

Bran threw his head back and groaned. “You’ve been talking to Anna. If I’d known what a pain in the ass it would be to have an Omega who doesn’t back down in my pack, I’d have—”

“Beaten her into submission?” Asil murmured slyly. “Starved and abused her and treated her like dirt so she would never understand what she was?”

The silence became heavy.

Asil gave Bran a malicious smile. “I know better than that. You’d have asked her to come here twice as fast. It’s good for you to have someone around who doesn’t back down. Ah, the frustrating joy of having an Omega around. I remember it well.” He smiled more broadly when he realized he’d once thought he’d never smile at the memory of his mate again. “Irritating as hell, but good for you. She’s good for Charles, too.”

Bran’s face hardened.

“Anna came to see me,” Asil continued, watching Bran carefully. “I told her she needed to grow up. She signed on for the hard times as well as the bad. She needs to realize that Charles’s job is tough and that sometimes he’s going to need time to deal with it.” That was not exactly what he’d said, but he’d have bet it was what Bran had told her. His Alpha’s blank face told him he was right on target.

“I told her that there was a larger picture that she wasn’t looking at,” Asil continued with false earnestness. “Charles is the only one who can do his job—and that it has never been more necessary than it is now, with the eyes of the world on us. It’s not easy covering up the deaths with stories of wild dogs or scavenger animals eating someone’s body after they died from something else, not anymore. Police are looking for signs that their killers might be werewolves, and we can’t afford that. I told her she needed to grow up and deal with reality.”

The muscle on Bran’s jaw tightened because Asil had always had a talent for imitation—he thought he’d gotten Bran’s voice just about perfect on the last few sentences.

“So she gave up on me,” Asil said, back in his own voice. “She was leaving while I sat content in the smug knowledge that she was a weak female who was more concerned with her mate than with the good of the whole. Which is only what a woman should be like, after all. It really isn’t fair to blame them for it when it inconveniences us.”

Bran looked at him coolly, so Asil knew he’d hit hard with that last remark.

Asil smiled ruefully and caressed the book he held. “Then she told me that it’s been months since he’s made any music, viejito. When was the last time that one went more than a day without humming something or playing that guitar of his?”

Bran’s eyes were shocked. He hadn’t known. He rose to his feet and began pacing.

“It is a necessity,” Bran said at last. “If I don’t send him, then who goes? Are you volunteering?”

It would be impossible; they both knew it. One kill, or maybe as many as three or four, and his control would be gone. Asil was too old, too fragile, to be sent out hunting werewolves. He would enjoy it entirely too much. He could feel the wild spirit of his wolf leap at the chance of such a hunt, the chance of a real fight and the blood of a strong opponent between his fangs.

Bran was still ranting. “I cannot send an Alpha into another pack’s territory without it becoming a challenge that will spawn even more bloodshed. I cannot send you. I cannot send Samuel because my oldest son is even more at risk than you are. I cannot go because I’d have to kill every damned Alpha—and I have no desire to take every werewolf into my personal pack. If not Charles, then who do I send?”

Asil bowed his head to Bran’s anger. “That’s why you are the Alpha and I will do anything I can to never be Alpha again.” He stood up, head still lowered. He caressed the fabric cover of the book and set it down on the table. “I don’t think I really need to read this book again. I have always thought Ivanhoe should have married Rebecca, who was smart and strong, instead of choosing Rowena and what he thought was right and proper.”

Asil left Bran alone with his thoughts then, because if he stayed, Bran would argue with him. This way, Bran would have no one to argue with but himself. And Asil had always credited Bran with the ability to be persuasive.

Bran stared at Ivanhoe. Its cover was a dull blue gray, the weave of the cloth a visible sign of its age. He ran his fingers over the indentations that were the title and the line drawing of a knight wearing sixteenth–century armor. The book had once had a paper cover with an even less appropriate picture on the front. Inside, on the flyleaf, he knew that there was an inscription that he didn’t open the book to find. He was pretty sure Asil had been here long enough to go through the whole damned library to find this book. Charles had given it to him, maybe seventy years ago.

Merry Christmas, it said. You’ve probably read this book a dozen times before. I read it for the first time a couple of months ago and thought that you might take comfort in this tale of the possibility that two dissimilar people might learn to live together—a good story is worth revisiting.

It was a good story, even if it was historically inaccurate and romantic.

Bran took the book and replaced it gently in the bookshelf before he gave in to his impulse to rip it into small pieces, because then he wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left to destroy—and no one could manage him if that happened. He needed Charles to be something he was not, and his son would kill himself trying to be what his father needed.

How long had he lied to himself that Charles would be fine? How long had he known that Anna was right to object? There were many reasons, good, sound reasons, for Bran not to be the one doing the killing. He’d given Asil one of them. But his real reason, his true reason, was more like Asil’s, though that one was more honest about it. How long would it be until Bran started to enjoy the pleading, the suffering, before the kill? He didn’t remember much about the time he let his wolf take charge, though the world still had record of it and it had happened more than ten centuries ago. But some of the memories he did retain were of his terrified victims and the satisfaction their cries had brought him.

Charles would never do that, would never glory in the fear others felt of him. He would never do more than what was needed. A paradox, then. Bran needed Charles to be just what he was—and Charles needed to be the monster his father was to survive it.

The phone rang, saving Bran from his thoughts. Hopefully it was a different problem he could sink his teeth into. Something with a solution.

“I won’t do it,” Adam Hauptman said when Bran called.

Bran paused.

It had surprised him no end when Adam, of all his Alphas, had been the one best suited to deal with the feds. Adam had a terrible temper and not as tight a leash on it as was prudent. For that reason, Bran had kept him back, out of the limelight, for all of Adam’s looks and charisma. But his experience in the military and his contacts as well as an unexpectedly good understanding of politics and political blackmail had turned him gradually into Bran’s most useful political chessman.

It was unlike Adam to refuse.

“It’s not a difficult assignment,” Bran murmured into the phone, holding back the wolf who wanted to insist on instant obedience. “Just an exchange of information. We’ve lost three people in Boston and the FBI thinks it’s connected to a larger case and want a werewolf to consult with. The local Alpha isn’t qualified—and he’s too young to be good at diplomacy when his own people are dying.”

“If they want to fly out here, that will be fine,” Adam said. “But Mercy’s legs aren’t healed and she can’t get around in the wheelchair without help because her hands were burned.”

“Your pack won’t help her?” Icy rage froze his voice. Mercy might be mated to Adam, but to his wolf she would always belong to Bran. Would always be his little coyote, who was tough and defiant, raised by a good friend because Bran couldn’t trust his mate with someone he cared about who was more fragile than his grown sons.

Adam gave a huff of laughter that eased Bran’s ire. “It’s not that. She’s grumpy and embarrassed at being helpless. I had to leave last week on business. By the time I got back, the vampire had to come take care of her because she’d driven everyone else off. I don’t have to listen when she tellsme to leave her alone, but everyone else does.”

Pleased at the thought of Mercy ordering around a bunch of werewolves, Bran settled back in his chair.

“Bran? Are you all right?”

“Don’t worry,” Bran said. “I’ll get David Christiansen to do it. The FBI will just have to wait a week or so until he gets back from Burma.”

“That’s not what I was asking,” Adam said. “Volatile is not a word I’d normally apply to you—but you aren’t yourself today. Are you all right?”

Bran pinched his nose. He should just keep it to himself. But Adam . . . He couldn’t talk to Samuel about this; the only thing that would do would be to make his oldest son feel guilty.

Adam knew all the players and he was an Alpha; he’d understand without Bran having to explain everything.

Adam listened without comment—except a snort when he heard how neatly Asil had turned the tables on Bran.

“You need to keep Asil around,” he said. “The rest of them are too intimidated to play games with you—and you need that now and again to keep you sharp.”

“Yes,” said Bran. “And the rest?”

“You have to back off on the death sentences,” Adam said with certainty. “I heard about Minnesota. Three wolves took out a pedophile stalking a third grader with a rope in his hand and a stun gun in his pocket.”

Bran growled. “I wouldn’t have objected except they got carried away and then left his half–eaten body to be discovered the next day before they told their Alpha what happened. If they’d just snapped his neck, I could have let it go.” He pinched his nose again. “As it is, the coroner is speculating all over the papers.”

“If you backed off, Charles wouldn’t have to go out and kill so often, because you wouldn’t have so many Alphas refusing to take care of discipline.”

“I can’t,” Bran said tiredly. “Have you seen the new commercials Bright Future has sponsored? The endangered species hearings are beginning next month. If they classify us as animals, it won’t be just the problem wolves being hunted.”

“We are what we are, Bran. We’re not civilized or tame, and if you force that upon us, it won’t be only Charles who loses it.” Adam let out a breath and in a less passionate voice he said, “In any case, maybe giving Charles a break on other fronts will give him more rest.”

“I’ve freed him entirely from his business obligations,” said Bran. “It hasn’t worked.”

There was a pause. “What?” said Adam carefully. “The business? You’ve turned pack finances over to someone else?”

“He’d already backed away from most of the daily chores of running the corporation; put it in the hands of five or six different people, only one of whom knows that it’s owned by Charles’s family. He does that every twenty years or so, to keep people from noticing that he doesn’t age. I brought in a finance firm to take over the pack’s other holdings, and what they aren’t handling, Leah is.”

“So Charles is doing nothing at all except going out and killing? Nothing to distract him, nothing to dilute the impact. I know I just said he might need a break, but that’s almost the opposite. Do you really think that’s a good idea? He enjoys making money—it’s like an infinitely complicated game of chess for him. He told me once it was even better than hunting because no one dies.”

He’d told Bran that, too. Maybe he should have listened more carefully.

“I can’t give him the finances back,” Bran said. “He’s not . . . I can’t give him the finances back.” Not until Charles was functioning better, because the money the pack controlled was enough to mean power. His reluctance to trust Charles, who had engendered it, made Bran admit, at least to himself, that he’d noticed that Charles was in trouble a while ago.

“I have an idea,” said Adam slowly. “About that task you had for me—”

“I’m not sending him to deal with the FBI,” said Bran, appalled. “Even before . . . this, Charles would not be the right person to send.”

“He’s not a people person,” agreed Adam, sounding amused. “I imagine the last year and more hasn’t helped that any. No. Send Anna. Those FBI agents won’t know what hit them—and with Anna as a cushion, Charles may actually do them some good. Send them in to help as well as consult. One of us can tell the cops a lot about a crime scene that forensics can’t. Give Charles something to do where he can be the good guy instead of the executioner.”

Let him be a hero, thought Bran, his eyes on the Ivanhoe in his bookshelf as he hung up the phone. Asil had been right to point out that there was nothing wrong with a little bit of romance to cushion the harsh realities of life. Adam might have given him the Band–Aid he needed to help his youngest son. He devoutly hoped so.

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  • Posted March 8, 2012

    Our Review [by Shawnie – LITERAL ADDICTION’s Associa

    Our Review [by Shawnie – LITERAL ADDICTION’s Associate Reviewer]:
    PATRICIA BRIGGS, HAS DONE IT AGAIN.

    The wait is over. Fair Game, the newest installment in the Alpha and Omega series, is here, and let me be the first to tell you all that it is AWESOME!

    The first thing you’ll notice when you begin this book, is that it’s a lot darker than the first two novels. When I read the Prologue, I was expecting something lovey dovey between Charles and Anna (probably because that is what I wanted to see from them), but that is so not what we get - Mrs. Briggs hits us hard with despair and loneliness in the shape of a small child, and then death to top it all off. I found myself trying to figure out what this all had to do with the story, but once the prologue is done, we meet Anna… Briggs keeps us on the edge of our seats with this one, because you never know which way the story will go.

    Charles has dealt more deaths in the short amount of time since his father - The Marrok - brought the North American Wolves out to the public than in his entire two hundred years of life. And wouldn't you know, it’s starting to take a toll on our Alpha male, who would never ask for help from his Anna because he wants to protect her. HOW DO YOU THINK THAT'S GOING FOR HIM? *laughs* It’s sad though really, because he is pushing her away, and we - the readers - start thinking that they aren't going to last. Brother wolf isn't having that though. *GRINS* No I will not tell you what he does because that would be cheating, but Bran, our cool and calm Marrok, has a plan now that he is seeing what is happening. (WARNING! YOU WILL WANT TO SHOOT HIM IN THE BEGINNING.)

    Charles needs a buffer, so what does Bran do? He sends Anna, out as a consultant for the F.B.I, which makes Charles her muscle on this latest adventure of theirs. Soon, because nothing ever goes smoothly for these two, they find themselves knee deep in a situation that can either spiral out of control or mend something that is broken. I will let you guys decide which one it is or is it both? Hmmm *GRINS*

    Within this installment we meet some interesting new characters and get a taste of some old oness too; like Asil who is a personal favorite of mine. Briggs gives you everything with this book - just like Cry Wolf and Hunting Ground.

    We get to see Anna as she grows and becomes the women she and Charles believe she can and will be. She isn't all the way there, but a certain situation sure makes her see herself differently, and she will make you want to cheer her on. GO ANNA!

    There is so much in this book: romance (you have to wait for it), action (what's a Patricia Briggs novel without some action), plus a lot of humor in this one too. I swear I was laughing so hard at times I had to go back and reread those sections again. ¿ Trust me when I tell you that this book is worth every second it takes you to read it and then some. The ending leaves you drooling for more… so much more.

    I cannot wait for the fourth book, which we all know isn't going to be out any time soon, which sucks, but we have Mercy Thompson to look forward to in the beginning of next year.

    P.S. THERE BE GHOST IS THIS BOOK, AND THEY AREN'T NICE. *Laughs*

    LITERAL ADDICTION’s Associate Reviewer gives Fair Game 5 Skulls and would give it another ½ if there were one to give.

    Pick up Fair Game if you haven't already, and if you haven’t started this series yet, go and get the first 2 as well because you are missing out.

    13 out of 16 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 7, 2012

    I Also Recommend:

    great

    Awesome book with great story line. one of my fav

    7 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2012

    A must read!

    Let me just say WOW! I love the Alpha & Omega series and this book does not disappoint. The two mated werewolves Charles an enforcer for all the North American wolves and Anna the Omega can't seem to get a break. They are always being sent on another mission by Charles father the leader of all the North American wolves. This latest involves werewolves, witches, the fae, a mystical white stag, psycho humans and the FBI. I didn't like the cost of $12.99 for only 230 pages of material but what can you do. Ms. Briggs keep them coming!

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 12, 2012

    I'm confused by why the Nook book is almost 5 dollars MORE expen

    I'm confused by why the Nook book is almost 5 dollars MORE expensive then the paperback.......I love this series but this is insane...

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 7, 2012

    Great installment in the Alpha & Omega series!

    Patricia Briggs is the most solid writer I can name. Her story-lines, if sometimes far-fetched, are detailed, compelling, and well-thought out. I started out reading her fantasy novels, moved to Mercy Thompson, and now she has the Alpha & Omega. Bring it on!
    Summary: Anna sees her husband losing his ability to "feel" as his role of enforcer taking more and more of a toll on him. She finally gets through to the Marok, and it is suggested that letting Anna & Charles chase after a through and through bad guy might help exorcise his demons. But nothing is ever simple, and Anna must fight for her husband's sanity, their marriage, and even her life.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 9, 2012

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    Not Briggs' best work

    This was, in my opinion, the darkest novel that Briggs has written to date. It was a difficult read for me because the killers were so brutal. It was like reading Law and Order: SVU - Paranormal Division, or something. I generally like the Alpha and Omega series better than the Mercy Thompson series, though I love them both, but this novel reminded me more of the Mercy series. This is my least favorite of the Alpha and Omega series, for sure, and my third least favorite by Briggs. It was pretty obvious who the bad guy was, and Briggs is usually better at keeping me guessing. I just didn't feel the level of suspense that I'm used to when reading a Briggs novel. To me, this was one of those books that was necessary to move the story forward, and that usually makes for a less than amazing story. However, I still enjoyed the book, and it was still well-written. I just hope the next one is better.

    Charles and Anna have hit a rift in their marriage, so they weren't as close as they have been in previous novels. This isn't because they don't like each other anymore; it's simply because Charles' guilt at being his father's unquestioning assassin is taking a toll on Charles since he's more about justice than mindless killing. Since the chemistry between them is non-existent for most of this novel, and the majority of the book was set in Boston, this crossed over into the realm of Urban Fantasy rather than Paranormal Romance. The sweet romance of this series is supposed to be what sets it apart from the Mercy series. I'm sure you see the problem with this crossing over. However, there were some extremely interesting developments in the story.

    One of the newer things I noticed is that Charles and Anna are working with humans to solve a crime. Now that the werewolves have come out, it's important to have good public relations with the humans. I really liked Leslie, and I hope to see more of her in future books. She was a fantastic character. She was strong, intelligent, and open-minded. Also, Charles grew a lot in Fair Game. He developed more than I expected him to, and I can't wait to see what these developments mean for his and Anna's relationship, as well as his relationship his father. Bran changed a little as well, and Anna really stood on her own two feet. She has become much stronger and will not let herself be victimized again. She's healing by leaps and bounds.

    I liked the developments with the fae, and the ending has ensured that there will be a lot of turbulence in the Mercy/Alpha and Omega world. I'm interested to see how these developments affect Mercy and company in Seattle, as well as how they affect Bran and the Marrok's pack in Montana. These two series just got a lot more complicated, and the next few books for each series are going to be intense. One thing about the ending really bothered me, though, and I just feel like more people should have died. I know that sounds harsh, but once you read the book, you'll probably understand what I mean. Of course, maybe death was too good for the bigots. Yea, I got angry at quite a few people while reading this.

    The pacing of the book was done pretty well, though it did drag and some places. I felt like some of the parts were a bit uncalled for and just used for padding to make sure the book was long enough, and parts that would have shown Anna and Charles trying to fix their relationship or developments in the serial killer case were skipped over.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2012

    I want a cross-over book

    This book was fun on so many levels: characters, plot, and especially the twist at the end. It's definitely going to have repercussions with Mercy's world.

    I would really like to see a cross-over w/ Mercy's and Anna's worlds colliding.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 12, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    This probably won't be an objective review because from the very

    This probably won't be an objective review because from the very beginning of the book I was disappointed by the fact that it skips a few years into the future. I don't know about everyone else, but I was genuinely looking forward to the continuing story of Anna's recovery and as a reader felt (for lack of a better word) "jipped" that without seeing how it happens we're just suddenly introduced to stable/independent Anna. She had to get better eventually of course, but there was a lot of personal growth and growth between her and Charles which, had we seen, would have made the end result a lot more meaningful. I just don't feel as connected to her character without that bridging the gap and it made a good book a little less interesting.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2012

    Not as good as her other books

    I didnt mind the cost grrr we waited almost 2 yrs for something i felt was hurriedly wrote, dont get me wrong though shes still amazing writer and i usually love all she writes

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2012

    Good Again (but missing some of Brigg's trademark humor)

    Serious situations aside, as the author has handled sesitive subject matter before, the book's overall tone/mood felt different from the previous books in the series. Anna's character wasn't meshing as well with Charles' uber-conflicted character in this book. Charles came off a bit more angry and careless than reluctant hero. The sudden changes in personality made each protagonist a little less likeable, and much of their cajoling humor (and Brigg's trademark humor) was missing. Still--wonderful book and writer.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2013

    Best yet

    Fair Game is the best Alpha & Omega book yet. I only wish Briggs could write faster, but at least her books are worth the wait! Now I am just waiting for a crossover book where Mercy and Anna meet.

    Set in Boston, just after River Marked, Fair Game follows Charles and Anna as they hunt a serial killer. Fae and witch magic combine with "normal" human issues to create a killer who has been active for decades and now he is targeting werewolves.

    Wonderful characters, old and new, populate this book. It is a great read, but I warn you now be sure to set aside a few hours, because once you start reading you won't want to stop!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 8, 2012

    Loved it. Patricia, I love your books, can you just write faste

    Loved it. Patricia, I love your books, can you just write faster please? :)

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2012

    Wow- excellent

    With the exception of one detail, excellent and unexpected.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2014

    Hush

    [Book, Crypt. v.v]

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  • Posted April 12, 2014

    more from this reviewer

    Read it and loved it

    Read it and loved it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2014

    I love this series

    I love this series.I wish there were more books on alpha and omega

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 24, 2013

    Worth reading !

    I was worried about some of the reviews of this book but I really wanted to know how the story of Charles and Anna continued. I am so glad I got this book. I enjoyed it just as much as I did all the other books of Patricia Briggs.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 8, 2013

    Kyle

    Love u tracy

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2013

    Yes!

    The storyline was so intricate I had to pull out some of my less used detective skills to keep up with the action! An amazing page turner, I am absolutely excited to see what happens with Charles and Anna and the rest of Patricia Briggs' characters!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 13, 2013

    Love patricia briggs

    Can't wait for the next in the series.

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