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Elizabeth Jones
Lautner: The Stone Valley Pack Book 1
Copyright © Elizabeth Jones 2020
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This book requires written permission from the author before it is reproduced in any form, except for brief quotations for a book review.
This book contains mature themes and graphic sexual descriptions. If such things bother you, please do not continue reading past this point.
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to my Family. I have dreamed about being an author since I was in my teens, but it took me a long time to get here. I want my kids to know that with hard work and dedication, dreams can come true. To always follow their passion and let nothing stand in their way. And last but not least, to my husband, Lee. Not only has he put up with my endless amount of crazy for the past ten years, but for always believing in me. He has been my rock writing this book and never once gave up on my ability to see it through to the end.
I love you all, always.
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Copyright
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Dedication
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
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Seth Coming Soon
About the Author
Chapter 1
Dani
Contract. Marriage. Drake. My father watches me from behind his desk. His crow black eyes boring into mine, just waiting for me to break. This is how he enjoys it, playing me. Knowing damn well there isn’t anything I can do about it.
“I mean, you’re lucky that Drake would even want to marry you, considering the disappointment you turned out to be. After all, you can’t shift. I suppose you did get your mother's looks, and well … Drake, he just loves a virgin,” he leers with a sadistic glint in his eye.
I remain still. No matter how much I want to shout and scream at my father, I know it would be futile. There are only two ways this can play out. I can refuse, which would probably end me up in the hospital for a few days and still marrying Drake. Or I can remain stoic, hoping my walls stay in place just long enough to get me the hell out of here. I choose the latter. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing just how repulsed I am at the thought of Drake getting his hands or dick anywhere near me.
“You disappoint me, Danika,” he spits. “I was hoping you would put up some sort of fight at least.” His eyes continue to bore into mine as I start to feel the brush of his power against my skin. The power of the Alpha. It feels like a thousand spiders racing over my body as I shudder at the intrusion, but he doesn’t stop. His power rises, slamming into me until I fall to my knees, gasping for breath. My eyes lower in submission of their own accord, staring at the Persian rug beneath me. My mind searching for anything to help keep me from losing consciousness. On my twelfth birthday, my father had caught me and my best friend, Lacey, in here sampling his expensive scotch. The way his soulless black eyes had glanced at my friend had turned my stomach, and I had vomited all over it. He had backhanded me so hard across the face I thought I was going to pass out from the pain. I remember screaming at Lacey to run, to save herself. But like the true friend she is, she remained and watched as my father beat me. Not being able to do a damn thing but letting me know that she wouldn’t abandon me.
I would never forget that day. It’s the day my seizures had started. I’d curled into a ball in the middle of the floor, trying to protect my fragile body from my father’s vicious assault. White light flashed behind my closed eyelids, and a growl resounded around the room. It was the last thing I remember. The next day, I woke up in my room to my father handing me my medication.
The high-pitched shrill of his office phone pulls me from my memories as I hear my father curse, his power slowly leaving me. I slowly lift my eyes, watching as he answers.
“Very well,” he mutters as if he isn’t vaguely interested in whoever is on the other side of the phone. But I can see the way his shoulders tense up. Whoever it is, has my father rattled, and I can’t help but smile. “I will be there tonight as requested,” he barks, slamming the receiver back into its cradle. I watch as he brings his fingers to his forehead, rubbing them back and forth rhythmically, deep in thought.
This is my chance.
Climbing to my feet, I head towards the big oak doors of his office, wanting as far away from this room and the nightmares they hold.
“Danika,” he calls out just as I reach the handle.
With a sigh, I turn around, meeting his cruel crow black eyes once more.
“Your fate is sealed.” He smiles, holding the contract high up in the air, waving it around like a victory flag. “There’s nothing you can do about it now.”
I turn away, hoping he doesn’t notice the uncontrollable shudder running down my spine at his words.
***
“Your father is going to kill you one of these days, Dani,” Lacey warns me.
I pick up the concealer off my dressing table, applying it under my tired eyes. After leaving my father's office, I had come straight up to my bedroom, calling her. She had come straight round after hearing my father's latest news.
“I mean, what is he thinking, ordering you to marry Drake? He’s like what 30?” she continues, undeterred by my silence. “You deserve so much better than that sadistic asshole.”
I lift my eyes up to meet hers in the mirror, and I can tell she means every word. I loved Lacey dearly, but she’s still too innocent when it comes to my father. I honestly believe that deep down, she believes that my father will change and let me lead my own life one day. It’s all lies, and yet it’s one of the reasons I
love her. She always believes in the good in people, even those who can’t be saved.
Sighing, I place the concealer down. “Have you met my father, your alpha? He doesn’t give a damn what I want; he never has.”
“But surely, there must be something we can do to get you out of this. You’re only 19 and haven’t even shifted yet. How can he expect you to marry?” she snaps, pacing the floor.
“I have no doubt my father has something invested in this marriage, which means he can’t kill me. Not yet, so stop worrying.”
“Ugh, why are you accepting this?”
Groaning loudly, I pinch the bridge of my nose in a feeble attempt to stop the migraine I can feel coming on. “I'm not. I just need time to think,” I reply as my phone beeps loudly beside me. I quickly pick it up, grateful for the distraction.
Everything okay? I haven’t heard from you in days D x
I smile as I read Daniel's text. We met six weeks ago on an app created by the Shifter Council, designed to encourage communication between the packs. As a rule, packs didn’t get along. Too much testosterone is my guess. Most of the Alpha’s were opposed to it, mine included. Luckily, I had a secret burner phone that Lacey had sneaked in for me after my father confiscated my last one.
Not really. I could use a drink x
I reply, placing my phone back on the dressing table before continuing to get ready.
“So, what’s the plan? Where are you going tonight?” Lacey asks, finally dropping down on my bed.
“I don’t know,” I reply honestly. My father and Drake left about an hour ago. I’d overheard him explaining to Terry, our packs tracker, that they wouldn’t be back until at least the early hours of the morning. That meant for the next few hours, I was free.
“Anywhere that isn’t here,” I answer as my phone beeps again.
Meet me tonight? D x
Where? x
The Warehouse D x
I can feel the goosebumps as they rise on my arm—the Warehouse. The one place forbidden by my father. Situated on the outskirts of Stone Valley, it’s home to the Sun Sinners Motorcycle Club. A group of vampires that ran most of the businesses in the area, legal and otherwise. The Warehouse clientele isn’t your everyday Club full of underage teens. It’s home to the dark underworld of the Valley. There are many rumors about the place, from illegal fights to the death to the selling of black-market body parts. I nervously nip at my bottom lip, wondering just how pissed I am at my father to risk taking such a chance. That’s easy. I’m super pissed. I quickly type my reply.
See you at 8 x
Placing my phone down, I head over to my closet, searching for something to wear.
“I’m going to the Warehouse,” I say to Lacey as I pull out a short black dress that left little to the imagination.
“The Warehouse. Are you Insane? It’s-it’s not safe,” she stammers, looking at me as if I’ve clearly lost my mind. Maybe I had.
“No, but it’s the perfect place,” I answer. “Who’s going to see me?” I head into the bathroom, not waiting for her reply. She knows better than to try and talk me out of it.
The dress clings to my body like a second skin as I carefully pull up the zip at the side. Turning around, I check out my reflection in the full-length mirror. My silver-blonde hair hung in loose waves down my back, and the sultry dark makeup I’d added earlier completed the look. I was almost unrecognizable even to myself. Lacey was right. If my father could see me now, he probably would kill me.
“Wow, you look amazing,” Lacey says as I stride back into the room.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I ask, although I know she would never betray an order from her alpha. He terrified her, and she had every right to fear him. I’d always tried my hardest to keep Lacey away from him. Away from trouble. I was only asking to be kind. If I thought for a minute she would have agreed, I would never have asked. My father had never used her against me, but I wouldn’t put it past him.
“No, I’ll stay. Someone needs to deal with your father’s spies,” she warns me.
“Remember, if my father or Drake rings, I'm in the shower or-”
“Gone to bed early, I know,” she finishes for me. “It's not the first time. I still don’t like the thought of you going alone.” She braids her hair nervously from where she sits on the bed.
“I won’t be going alone,” I say, as I slip my feet into a pair of four-inch stilettoes with a frown. I hated wearing heels. At 5ft 2, I was relatively short, and if the Warehouse clientele were as bad as I’d heard, I didn’t want to look small and weak any more than necessary. “I’m meeting Daniel.”
Lacey knew all about Daniel and our texts, but judging by the tense look on her face, I can tell she doesn’t approve of me running off to meet a stranger. I don’t blame her, but as strange as it sounds, I trusted him.
“Don’t worry,” I say, smiling confidently to ease her nerves. “I promise I won't be late.”
“Fine, just promise me if he gives you any serial killer vibes, you’ll get the hell out of there. I don’t want to see you on one of those murder documentaries you love so much,” she grumbles as I laugh. I did have an unhealthy obsession with murder porn. Maybe it’s the fact that my whole life was one big mess of violence and despair. I could relate to why half of these people became murderers. After all, in most cases, it was their upbringing, their parents' fault. And I can so relate to that. Lacey, on the other hand, fainted at the slightest hint of blood.
“I promise,” I say, going over and giving her a hug before heading for the door. “Don’t worry, Lace. I’ll see you later.”
I practically jog my way downstairs as I head for the exit through the kitchen, leading into the underground garage. My old 1964 red Ford Mustang greets me as I climb inside. I start the engine, hearing her purr, as I nervously shiver in anticipation of what lies ahead. As I wait for the garage door to open, I quickly check my phone—one new text.
See you at the bar at 8 D x
My smile widens as I slip my phone back into my purse. Exiting the garage, I ease down the road, following the signs for Stone Valley.
Chapter 2
Lautner
My eyes scan the room from where I sit at the packs usual table nestled in the back corner of the Warehouse. Destiny, one of the Sun Sinner's whores, astride my lap, whispering her dirty fantasies in my ear. Gripping Destiny’s hips roughly, she eagerly grinds against me, begging for my attention. Usually, I hate being touched. Prolonged touching was reserved for fucking or fighting, and this is neither. This is business.
“Are you ready for tonight?” Seth asks, dropping down in the booth beside me. Destiny stops her gyrating just long enough to throw him a dirty look before continuing to rub herself against me. Seth is the closest thing I have to a best friend; he’s also my pack brother. He’s looking rather happy tonight, which makes a change from his usual brooding.
“I’m always ready,” I reply, as Destiny ups her game, stroking me through my jeans with deft fingers. She can try all she wants, but I’m not getting hard. Not yet. Business first, pleasure later. The Warehouse on a Friday night meant only one thing, fight night. The illegal cage fights hosted by the Club brought in a shit ton of money, and as the undefeated champion, Cal paid me five grand a fight. Don’t get me wrong, his choice of fighters were getting better, but I’d grown up fighting. Fighting to survive. It was second nature. Violence ran in my blood, and I didn’t get my reputation as the youngest pack enforcer for nothing.
Relieved at Seth's interruption, I remove Destiny’s eager hand, nudging her off my lap. “Leave us.”
“But Lautner,” she whines, her long fake nails clawing their way down my naked chest, leaving little red streaks in their wake as if staking her claim. “I thought you wanted to play?” she raises her eyebrow suggestively.
“Later,” I say, forcing a smile on my face even though I want nothing more than to throw her off me. “Right now, we got business.”
She relucta
ntly moves from my lap, taking extra time to rub herself against me in all the right places, before heading back to her pole in the middle of the dance floor.
“You do realize we’re supposed to be looking for signs of the hunters? Not getting our dick wet,” Seth reminds me with a laugh.
“You know as well as I do, Destiny has very loose lips,” I remind him, pulling my black wifebeater back over my head.
“And even looser hips by the looks of it,” he remarks as we watch her perform a crazy move on the pole.
Tearing my eyes away from Destiny, I glance around the room. “Where’s Daniel?” I ask, hoping he’s keeping out of trouble. Daniel is nineteen, the youngest of our pack and our alphas only son. He’s your typical technology-obsessed teen. Always with his head in his iPhone or iPad.
“Off meeting some female he’s been chatting to on that shifter app he’s been so obsessed with lately,” Seth replies, clearly bored.
Great, that’s all we need—a loved-up teenager hanging around the place. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against love; It’s just not for me. I fight, and I fuck, and depending on the night, not necessarily in that order.
“Anyways,” he continues regaining my attention. “Did you find out anything useful from Destiny? Or just her fees for tonight,” he quips.
“Ha-ha,” I reply at his dry humor. Destiny may be a Club whore, but she is damn good at getting men to talk. It’s one of the reasons the Sun Sinners paid her so generously.
“A few days ago, two members of the South River Pack came in. Cal sent her over with a couple of free beers as she worked her magic. It wasn’t long before they started talking. According to the men, they were running an errand for their Alpha and were a little late for their weekly meet. By the time they got back, it was already too late. They said it looked like a massacre had taken place.”
“That must be what the meeting is about tonight. I take it there were no other survivors?” Seth asks, raising his brow.
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