Dark Alpha’s Command (Reaper #15) Read Online Donna Grant

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Reaper Series by Donna Grant

Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)

There is no escaping a Reaper. I am an elite assassin, part of a brotherhood that only answers to Death. And when Death says your time is up, I’m coming for you…

I’ve been a part of so many different worlds I’m not sure who I am or where I fit in anymore. Honestly, with everything I’ve been through, being called across realms and encountering the beautiful Druid who instantly captures my attention—and my heart—shouldn’t have surprised me. But it did. Not as much as discovering how it feels to brush against her magic, however. Now, we must navigate these new waters and fight against our latest threat, hoping that our combined power and that of our allies is enough to defeat our foe. Because the Fae Others want to end the Reapers and take over the realm, and their leader is one of the most formidable enemies we’ve ever faced. The battle won’t be easy, but with this strong, resilient mortal by my side and some help from our friends, it’s a fight I’m more than willing to enter—as long as it means she’s by my side. Forever.



Death’s Realm

Balladyn’s eyes snapped open, his heart racing as he gasped for breath. The yawning, opaque terror occurred abruptly, like a hard punch to the gut. Only one thought went through his head: find it.

Without hesitation, he teleported to the Fae doorway. Just before he stepped through, he remembered his vow to Death. Balladyn clenched his jaw at the physical pain that gripped him when he halted. He needed to find Erith and tell her what was happening. But the thought of wasting that time when he could be searching for whatever called to him made him want to bellow with annoyance.

He was being pulled in two.


Erith’s calm voice reached him. He turned his head to the goddess and stared into her lavender eyes.

She looked him over before lifting her chin, a small frown puckering her forehead. “What is it?”

“I…don’t…know,” he managed to get out. The alarm and distress were so boundless he could barely speak. He braced his hands on either side of the doorway. It was the only way to stop himself from just walking through—and hopefully ending the torment that had him in its merciless grip.

Erith nodded to someone on Balladyn’s other side. He didn’t bother to look. It was most likely her consort, Cael. Balladyn dropped his chin to his chest. He had to go. He needed to leave.

Right that instant. If he didn’t…

“You want to leave.”

It wasn’t a question. “I have to,” he ground out. His body shook as he fought to remain where he was. Every second was excruciating. If he left, the agony would end. He didn’t know how he knew that, only that the knowledge was there.

“Tell me what’s happening.”

He squeezed his eyes shut. The words stuck in his throat as the pain intensified. The compulsion to find whatever called to him across the realms was too great to resist. He parted his lips, wanting to tell Erith what he felt, but he couldn’t. Balladyn pushed away from the doorway and started to walk through it.

“Wait,” Death commanded in a sharp tone.

Her order froze him immediately. The ensuing deluge of despair made him throw back his head and bellow. He had to get…fek. He had no idea where he needed to go, only that he had to go. Immediately.

“Follow him. Don’t let him out of your sight,” he heard Erith say. Then, “Go, Balladyn.”

The instant she released him, he was through the doorway. He let whatever pulled him determine his course. He was mildly startled to find himself not just on Earth but in Belfast. He paused long enough to orient himself in the narrow, old-town street. The night was cold and rainy. Lights strung over the road and suspended from each building lit the area and reflected in the puddles on the ground as locals and tourists rushed to get out of the rain.

Balladyn didn’t look behind him to see who followed. All that mattered was locating who or what had reached through time and space to him. His head snapped to the right when he felt the sharp tug again. He strode down the street until he came to a narrow alley. He heard nothing over the steady beat of the rain. When he turned to go down the lane, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“This could be a trap,” Eoghan cautioned.

Balladyn looked into the molten, silver eyes of the Reaper who led their team. “I have to.”

Eoghan released him and nodded, letting Balladyn know without words that his team was there and would watch his back.

Balladyn blinked the rain from his eyes and started walking. With every step, something urged him to hurry. He was running by the time he reached the end where it opened to a small area. He slid to a stop and let his gaze scan the space. It was dark and quiet. Nothing stirred. Then he smelled it—blood.