Rain is ordered to find a mate immediately or else. Desperate, she takes off and literally runs into alpha wolf shifter Jet and his beta mate Garrett from a rival wolf shifter pack. Hearing her predicament and having met her once before, Jet steps up, promising to mate her.
Jet's actions set into motion a series of brutal events and leaves Garrett questioning himself about their relationship and he looks to Rain with a skeptical eye. Out to expose Rain, Garrett strives to find proof she carries the blame for murders that take the two packs to the brink of outright war.
Jet works to keep peace in his household and between their packs. He needs to convince Garrett that Rain's innocent, and keep his hands off the beautiful woman who makes his inner wolf growl with need, while striving to become the bonded threesome nature intended.
Can they come together as bonded mates in time to help save their packs? Will Garrett be able to finally see the truth about Rain before it's too late?
CONTENT ADVISORY: This book contains MF, MFM, and MM sexual situations.
Slinking on her belly, Rain crept closer and closer to her target. Twigs poked into her sensitive stomach as the damp earth crusted on her clothing. Mud lodged under her short nails as she dug in for purchase on the slippery slope, all the while careful to be silent as she moved in upwind of her destination. A shiver coursed through her as a stiff wind blew across her wet clothing. Steeling her resolve, she slid another few inches, not taking her eyes from the goal just another scoot or two ahead.
The new Spring Hill alpha pair would be officially taking the throne as mates any minute now. Though they happened to belong to a rival pack, she dared not miss the historic event. Her curiosity and nosey nature demanded she watch the ceremony, even from a distance as an uninvited guest. Whispered rumors abounded about the individuals stepping up to the coveted position, and Rain couldn't wait to lay eyes on such famous and popular shifters. The fact her controlling alpha father would flip if she actually attended only sweetened the deal in her opinion, enough to convince her to attempt the risk.
A jagged rock tore into her inner thigh, sending a sharp sting straight to her brain. This would be so much easier if I could just shift, damn it.
Most wolf shifters could fully embrace their wolf side by the time they reached her age of eighteen. Much to her chagrin and her parents' dismay, she still hadn't been able to perform the big change. Not from lack of trying, either.
Stuck in human form, she stubbornly clung to her plan of seeing the alpha pair take their rightful place, vowing not to miss the event for anything. Ignoring the discomfort, she nudged forward. Finally, she reached the pinnacle of the hill overlooking the ceremonial amphitheatre of the Spring Hill Pack.
Dozens of people gathered around, all in human form. Some sat on rock benches, others stood. A baby cried out, only to be shushed by his mother as she swaddled him and began to sway back and forth on her feet. An elderly silver-haired man stepped out onto the flattened stage area, looked over the crowd, then gestured to his right. A man with short dark hair walked out, tall and graceful. Black slacks covered his long legs, matching with what appeared to be a black silk shirt, the color shimmering under the amphitheatre lights. A smaller-framed woman followed, her waist-long black hair pulled into a thick braid, contrasting with the long white flowing dress that fluttered around her knees. She smiled at the man and intertwined her fingers with his.
That must be the new pair. In truth, they made a handsome couple. Young, attractive, and obviously happy. Yet, Rain didn't believe for an instant they were less than lethal if the situation called for downright brutality. The mark of a powerful leader.
Alphas achieved the top spot through birthright and/or sheer aggressiveness. Just because you happened to be a child of an alpha pair didn't automatically give you the authority to rule or the ability to keep your alpha position throughout life. The title had to be earned, fought for, and held with a stern command. Another reason she would never hold the same position as her ancestors. She preferred to avoid bloodshed whenever possible, and the thought of watching her back at all times for a potential challenge to her rule didn't set well. Call her selfish, but she wanted a life all her own, not one tied to the beck and call of a hundred others.
A smile crossed her face as she stared at the happy alphas, followed by a frown of confusion as another man stepped forward to take the female's free hand. He also dressed in solid black, his light blond hair stark against the darkness. Turning as a unit, they stood together before the old man.
Not a pair. A threesome. The fact only slightly surprised her since some packs had accepted and embraced threesomes as ideal. However, never before had she heard of three people holding the title of pack alphas, a traditionally held position for a single alpha male and his alpha female mate. Maybe, just maybe, traditions were slowly changing in the Spring Hill Pack. If so, her family might follow suit. A blessing in her opinion to leave the stingy, snobbish times behind and step into the present with renewed gusto for life.
"Who the hell are you?"
Rain tensed and gasped as her heart sped like a race horse sprinting for the finish after a particularly long and hard run. Swiveling around, she found a man staring at her, arms crossed over his chest as a severe frown marred his handsome face. A square chin promised stubbornness as black eyes sparked in the dim light. Jet black hair fell rakishly over his forehead while longer locks tickled the collar of his matching shirt.
The man has a flair for black. Big time.
None of her senses alerted her to another's presence. Granted, she'd been distracted with the people below, but her advanced hearing and sense of smell should have detected an approaching person yards away, which meant this man excelled at the stalk.
Slowly and carefully, she sat up, then stood, making no quick movements that might set off the already snippy man. A wolf shifter if her nose proved correct. Just like herself. Only harder, sexier, and more than likely proficient with shifting.
Taking a moment to dust off her jeans, she watched his gaze wander down her body and back once more.
"I'm Rain." The whisper came across almost breathless as she took in his large build, firm muscles, and sheer physical power. Intelligence showed in his eyes as did a bit of crankiness by the downturned lips. While harsh, his expression didn't speak of cruelty or craziness. Instead, he appeared stern and concerned.
"Rain. From where?" His baritone voice carried no farther than her advanced hearing ears and sent a thrill wafting through her.
She might have been raised with wolf shifters who harbored a reputation for oozing sexiness just from a grin, chuckle, or from a confident strut, but this one took the cake. Sure, he frightened her to some degree with his obvious power and displeasure. He could snap her in half like a stick if he so desired. Yet, she'd never seen a man quite like him. Her heart pitter-pattered, breathing hitched, and her stomach knotted as she apprised the most gorgeous man she'd had the pleasure to look upon in her rather young life.
"From around here." She waved her hand.
His eyes narrowed for an instant. Leaning in, he sniffed once. Stepped decidedly into her personal space, then sniffed once more, this time at her neck.
Rain held completely still, hardly daring to breathe. Everything about this man shouted dominant male and one not to be trifled with. If she resisted his inquisitive gesture, he'd only ensure she complied one way or another. Running would only prick his instincts to chase, ending with her most likely caught in a few quick bounds. Fisting her hands, she stoked her courage in order to avoid showing the fear presently washing through her in hard waves. He could tear out her throat from this distance, yet she banked on her first impression. He might be one grumpy bastard, but he wouldn't kill an innocent without sufficient cause. Spying on a mating ceremony hopefully didn't warrant such extreme punishment.
"Wolf shifter." He mumbled against her ear as he nuzzled the area for a greater scent. "Young." Another sniff. "And virginal."