Tamed Under The Moon (Wolf River, ID. Book 4)

by Rebekah R. Ganiere

  Tamed Under the Moon

  Rebekah R. Ganiere

  Tamed Under the Moon © 2018 Rebekah R. Ganiere

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are fictitious and are not to be construed as real in any way. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-63300-026-1

  Cover art by Rebekah R. Ganiere

  Dedication

  For the Lovers, The Dreamers and Me!

  Contents

  Newsletter

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Unleashed with the Moon

  Thank You

  About the Author

  Newsletter

  Newsletter

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  Chapter One

  Affina prowled through the frozen trees behind her father Rocnar's large bunched shoulders. The scent of frozen tundra wafted toward her on the chilly breeze. Not a sound emanated from the clearing in front of them.

  The Obsidian Mountain clan was hunting them.

  For the last five years, the Obsidian Mountain clan had stalked the Siberian wastelands seeking out the last of her clan and wiping them out. Her mother had been in the first attack at the castle, as had the youngest of their clan. The survivors had run that very night and slowly they'd wandered from place to place trying to entreat the other clans to come to their aid. Few had offered help and none had offered to shelter them.

  All that remained were Affina, her father the Alpha and King of the Sabers and a handful of other Sabers. If they couldn't make it to the flight they'd chartered, they wouldn't make it through the winter.

  Several of the clan members had tried to reach out to the other shifters for help. Wolves, lions, bears. But the distrust between Blood Born clans in Europe ran deep. And the Blood Born preferred to keep to their own kind.

  A branch crunched to the left. Affina's father's head whipped that direction. He sniffed the air and his muscles tensed. The stench of malice floated from a clump of trees.

  Rocnar turned to her, his hand moving in several rapid signals telling her he was going to move into the clearing to set the flare in place. Her clan had been forced to resort to thievery to obtain enough money for transportation to America. Affina had heard stories of the continent full of soft humans that outnumbered Blood Born thousands to one, but she'd never been there.

  Rocnar stalked through the waist-high rows of dead corn to the middle of the clearing. In the glistening light of the moon the smattering of snow shone brightly against the frozen dirt. A shiver raced over her skin as she pulled her bear pelt covering closer around her shoulders. A new country. She was going to a new country. Her saber's tail swished irritably and she shoved her saber down. She didn't have time to deal with such nonsense at the moment.

  Behind her a cough broke the silence. Incus covered his mate Jershon's mouth and he grabbed a water container and pressed it to her lips.

  A dozen pairs of bright orange cat eyes stared at her waiting for the signal. She motioned for them to stay quiet before training her eyes back on her father.

  He pulled an object from under his cloak and threw it to the ground. Affina held her breath. They were about to give away their position. Not only to the plane just out of reach but also to anyone within a ten-mile radius. Red smoke rose from the flare and then a stream of bright red light poured out of it. Her father backed up and turned his gaze to the sky. Minutes passed and her heart beat faster and faster. Finally, there was the sound of plane engines drawing closer. Affina smiled. They were going to make it.

  Rocnar beaconed Affina over. She ran toward him as an ear-splitting screech cracked through the silence. Affina turned. A large creature lumbered through the trees.

  "Affina! Stay by me!" Her father yelled in her native tongue.

  Behind her Jershon screamed and Incus roared. Bones broke as the rest of her clan shifted and the sounds of fighting ensued.

  Fire coursed through Affina as her saber fought for control. She took a step back toward her clan.

  "Affina! No! To me!" Her father commanded.

  A saber cried out and Affina's saber clawed its way to the surface. She dropped her cloak and bag as anger boiled her blood. She turned to help when strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her off the ground, dragging her backward.

  "Father no! We must help!"

  Wind whipped violently above them as the small aircraft came into view. The helicopter descended from the air just feet from where Affina's father held her tight. It hit the ground nearly knocking her over from the wind and the sound. A man opened the door on the side of the helicopter and held his hand out to her.

  "Hurry!" the man yelled.

  "Go my daughter. Carry on my name. Carry on your mother's name. Don't let our clan die."

  Propelled forward she clawed at his arms, her nails and teeth lengthening. The sounds of shrieks and growls floated out of the trees. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder.

  "Father stop! Let me help!"

  Teloren lumbered into the grove, his front leg hanging limp and useless. She reached for him.

  "Take her!" Her father pushed her at the helicopter and the man inside grabbed her arms pulling her up.

  Affina kicked and screamed at them to let her go, but the two men grabbed her arms and legs and threw her inside, her head struck the metal floor.

  Her father's voice floated toward her. "Be well my daughter. Don't let our clan die!"

  Affina's eyes stung with bitter tears and the fire that had burned inside her doused like a bucket of icy water as she banged her hands onto a hard cold surface. "Let me out! Let me go back!"

  Her father slammed the door to the helicopter. "Get out of here," he yelled.

  Affina blinked several times and sucked in a ragged breath. One of the men jumped into the cockpit and buckled himself in.

  "Let me out! Let me out!" she screamed.

  The second man joined the first as the helicopter lifted into the air. Affina ran at the helicopter door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. She banged on the window as the helicopter gained altitude. Tears streamed from her eyes as she watched her father battle an enormous saber. She sobbed, face pressed against the glass for a long time, until the sabers lying in pools of blood on the frozen ground were no bigger than ants. Her saber roared inside her at the pain of what she'd witnessed. Everything grew fuzzy and then darkness overtook her.

  "Hey.” A hand shook Affina's shoulder. "Miss, are you okay?"

  Affina opened her eyes and the round doughy face of the man who had pulled her into the helicopter floated in and out of view.

  "Where am I?" she croaked. Everything flooded back to her and she sprang to
her feet. "Get me back. I must go back."

  His eyes rounded with surprise. "Back?"

  "To my father. You must take me back." He stared at her for a moment and she grabbed him by the shirt. "Take me back!"

  "Calm down. Just calm down."

  Affina let go of his shirt and pushed backward. Her spine hit the side of the helicopter and she looked around frantically. They sat on a small airstrip next to a squat beige building. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't be here alone while her clan died out. She had to get back. The pilot ran up to the helicopter and handed the man a cellphone.

  "This is Stephan," the man said. He looked at Affina and then held the phone out to her. "It's for you."

  Affina took the phone apprehensively. "Hello?"

  "This is Tate from the Night Shift Relocation service. What's your name?"

  "Affina Tigra of the Saber Mountain clan."

  "Affina Tigra?" he repeated. "The daughter of Rocnar Tigra?"

  "Yes. Can you get me back to him?"

  There was a pause. "Is he not with you?"

  "No. No one is with me."

  "You're the only one who made it?"

  Affina swallowed hard, pushing back the tears. "I'm the last."

  "Okay. Okay. We're gonna get you on a plane and get you to America. It's what your father wanted."

  "But where am I supposed to go? What am I supposed to do? I don't know anyone. I'm the last of my kind."

  There was a moment of silence. "Trust me, everything is going to be okay. You aren't alone."

  Chapter Two

  Raze smelled his secretary Bethany, before her footsteps on the carpet hit his office door. The scent of their most recent liaison clung to her body like a glove. He'd left her satisfied and snoring the previous night- like he did with every woman he spent time with. He however, never reached complete satisfaction. Human women tended to be too small and delicate. Worried he'd break them he always had to hold back when making love.

  Bethany pushed open his door, her slight curves hugged by a short black pencil skirt and a tight pink silk blouse. She sauntered to his desk and dropped several files onto it.

  She smiled. "The land surrounding your Idaho retreat finally closed."

  Raze nodded and picked up the files. He was now the owner of three hundred acres of woodland in northern Idaho. Just enough room for his clan to roam free without being on top of each other. Tate had relocated him with the help of the Reeds- the wolf Alpha family of Wolf River. Jeremiah had taken Raze under his watchful eye, and Logan had helped Raze set up his real estate business. When they'd found out what Raze had been sent to America to do, they'd helped him every step of the way. Including allowing him to build a safe haven for his clan close to Wolf River. And to that end, everything was almost in place for him to call his Alpha and tell him it was time to come.

  "Thank you," Raze boomed, making his secretary quiver.

  Five years. He'd been in America five years. It was a long time for a guy to go without full out mind-blowing sex... Not that he'd ever had that but he had heard the stories of what it was like to have sex with another saber.

  It was one of the biggest reasons he worked day and night to get the rest of his clan there. So he could find a mate of his own. A saber mate.

  When he'd left he'd been not much more than a cub, and also a slave. But the years alone without any of his kind, in an unfamiliar place, had done a lot for him. It had made him strong both physically and mentally. But emotionally it had almost crippled him. The loneliness he fought on a daily basis was enough to have him getting into vices that if not kept in check, could be his downfall.

  Bethany still stood in front of him, waiting.

  "Was there something else?"

  She giggled and pushed at her hair. "No. Sorry. I just... Am I going to see you tonight?" She ran her hand down her arm and bit her lip in what she probably considered seductive. But all it did was sound alarm bells in his head. He'd allowed the sleeping together to go too far. He could see in her eyes she wanted more and that was absolutely not going to happen.

  "I'm sorry. I'm leaving town tomorrow morning and I need to pack and finish up some things."

  Her brows furrowed and the corners of her mouth turned down. "I didn't see a trip on your calendar."

  "I was waiting for these papers." He lifted the files she'd brought in.

  "Oh..." She waited for him to say more but he just gave her a tight smile and then opened the folder.

  Bethany turned and wiggled from the room, looking over her shoulder at him. "I'll see you when you get back right?"

  A trace of anxiety traipsed up his neck. This was the tricky part. The next moments could be anything. Disappointment, anger, pleading...

  "I'm not sure how long I'll be gone, but I'll call. In the meantime, I'll give you a glowing recommendation with your temp agency so you can find an even better placement next time."

  She nodded and bit her lip, eyebrows drawn together like she was trying to figure out what to do next.

  He gave her a practiced smile.

  In an instant her shoulders relaxed and she touched her hair before walking out.

  There was a reason he hired temps. She was the sixth secretary he'd employed in two years. The last thing he needed was a sexual harassment suit. Not that he'd ever harassed anyone. Women flocked to him like bees to pollen. More than one had practically begged him to take her right there on his executive desk. He hadn't of course. Offices were not for making love. He made it abundantly clear to every single woman he'd slept with that he didn't want anything more. He wasn't boyfriend material and had no intention of doing any more than bedding them. He had yet to find a woman who had said no, even with his disclaimer.

  He shook his head. He still wasn't used to the way his animal magnetism made human women cower and become turned on at the same time. But lately, he'd discovered that being alone for years had torn a hole in him that no amount of sex could fill. It had spurred him to work twice as hard to get the clan there.

  He looked down at the papers in the file and pulled out an aerial photo. He'd do what he said. He'd leave town to go check out his new land and then he'd come home and look for a new secretary. And next time, he promised himself, he would not get involved.

  Several hours later Raze picked up his satchel and turned out the light in his office when his phone rang. He pushed his Bluetooth without even checking to see who was calling so late in the evening.

  "This is Raze." He headed down the plush carpeted hallway past the receptionist desk toward the glass office doors.

  "Good night," Bethany called.

  He waved, surprised she was still there. "Go ahead and leave your key with the guard downstairs," he said. "And thank you again for everything." He continued on.

  "Raze? This is Tate from Night Shift."

  The face of tough muscled up marine popped into Raze's mind.

  "Tate, this is a surprise."

  "I need you to be at Boeing Field tomorrow at three."

  Raze pressed the button for the elevator. "Uh... okay. Is something wrong?"

  "No. I just need your help relocating a saber."

  "A saber?"

  "From your old clan. I need you to meet her so she sees someone she knows when she arrives. I have a feeling she is going to be pretty shook up."

  Raze's heart pounded. "A female? What happened?"

  "I don't have all the details yet. I just need you to be there."

  "I'll be there. Do you happen to know who it is?"

  "Yeah... I have her name around her somewhere. But I gotta grab this other call. I'll text you the address."

  "Wait, Tate-"

  The phone clicked off and Raze stared into the empty elevator until the doors almost closed. Something had happened to the clan and only one had survived... Please let it be Affina.

  * * *

  Twenty plus hours and two flights later Affina landed at a private airport in Seattle. She sat on the plane as the stewardess ope
ned the door. Affina had never been so grateful for anything in her life as she was for the plane landing. It had been her first time and she prayed the last time she would ever be in the air again.

  "We're here." The stewardess smiled as Affina peeled her fingers from the seat. She nodded to Affina in a sympathetic way and patted her hand. "It's going to be all right now."

  Affina nodded and looked out the window. A hulking broad-shouldered male several inches taller than her, stood outside a small metal building wearing expensive looking clothes and dark sunglasses. She swallowed hard. Was he from the government? Or worse, was he an Alpha for a different clan?

  Suddenly Affina's saber cowered and paced in a circle. She was in a new country, alone, with no papers, no job, no money. She'd never even had real employment before. What the hell was her father thinking when he'd shoved her in that helicopter? Anger poured over her again at what he'd done. She understood he wanted to save her but at what cost?

  The man walked toward the plane and she furrowed her brow. His gait was all too familiar but his frame was not one she'd seen before. He sported golden hair and a light dusting of stubble on his strong square jaw. His hands in his pockets, he walked with the air of a man who was used to getting what he wanted.

  She stared at him through the window for a long minute and then he raised his nose slightly and sniffed the air. The stewardess and pilot left the plane and walked up to him to talk. He nodded and said something. The stewardess answered and suddenly his gaze whipped to where she sat hidden behind the tinted glass. He removed his sunglasses and Affina's breath caught. Razor.