by Jane Perky
Wolves of Emerald Valley 5
Taming His Wild Heart
Dreading his arranged mating to an abusive werewolf, Omega wolf Six decides to sneak out of his pack’s compound for a one-night stand with a sexy stranger. Dante’s different from any other man he’s ever met. Six knows there’s an unexplainable connection between them, but he flees the next day, knowing they can’t be together because of his strict pack.
Alpha werewolf Dante can’t stop thinking about his hook-up with a feisty yet sweet Omega, but Six disappears on him before they can start anything good. When Six arrives in town looking for him, bruised and pregnant with Dante’s kid, Dante knows luck is on his side. This time, Dante isn’t about to take any chances.
Dante knows Six is meant to be his, and he’ll do anything to protect his mate and pup—even start a war with an entire werewolf pack.
Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 24,098 words
TAMING HIS WILD HEART
Wolves of Emerald Valley 5
Jane Perky

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TAMING HIS WILD HEART
Copyright © 2017 by Jane Perky
ISBN: 978-1-64010-401-3
First Publication: June 2017
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
During the day, Jane is a teacher, wife and mother. At night, Jane’s a scribbler of erotic gay romance. She can’t enough of demanding alphas, werewolves, and happily-ever-afters.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
About the Author
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Landmarks
Cover
TAMING HIS WILD HEART
Wolves of Emerald Valley 5
JANE PERKY
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
Six Sullivan took a sip of his third drink—or was it his fourth? He couldn’t even remember. Six never liked the taste of beer, but he must have drink a lot since shifters, even Omega wolves, didn’t get drunk easily. Country music pounded against his ears. Normally, he loved country music, but the sound hammered at his ears.
He should get his ass back to the compound, pronto. If one of the pack enforcers found out he slipped away without permission, Six would be punished—or worse, sent to the cage, where all the wolves who misbehaved were taken to think about their sins.
Omegas in the Ridgeback Pack weren’t allowed outside of the compound without an escort. Six should know better, but he didn’t care. He’d always wanted to find out what it was like, ordering a beer at a dirty bar like the Flying Monkey, getting hammered and finding a guy to screw.
The first task was easy enough; the second was proving to be a challenge. Six understood why. He still had the Ridgeback pack tattoo on the side of his neck and the letter ‘O’ there warned any townsfolk that he was one of the pack’s prized Omegas.
Not that Six ever did anything bad. No, he’d been good, obedient, the best son he could ever be. What had his parents done in return? When Spike, the Alpha’s brother, had started sniffing around the compound and Six caught Spike’s interest, his parents had offered him on a silver platter.
Six stared hard at his beer, wondering where all the contents had gone. He should give up this ridiculous quest except he really didn’t want to surrender his virginity to Spike. God. He knew he never had a choice in choosing a mate, but Spike? Spike was twice his age and had mean eyes that said he had zero tolerance for mouthy little Omegas who had opinions of their own.
Six groaned. By now, his parents would find out he wasn’t in bed and would start searching for him. Fuck that. Six was twenty-two, practically an adult, and one of the few unmated Omegas in the pack. Why couldn’t Spike pick someone younger, better-looking?
“I’m screwed,” he whispered.
Some part of him had snapped when his parents told him he was about to mate Spike. So Six had planned on sneaking out, giving up his virginity to some hot and sexy stranger, and finding out what sex was like. He had a feeling Spike was the sort who rutted without feeling, who would fuck without care, and who considered banging Omegas like Six a duty to the bloody pack.
Six had feelings, thank you very much.
He sniffed.
“Did you say something about being screwed?” an amused voice asked.
Six was about to tell the stranger to fuck off, let him stew in self-misery some more before he dragged his sorry ass back to the compound, but he stopped, staring. Instead of urging Six to run in the presence of a huge, dark-haired, and handsome Alpha, his Omega wolf wanted to linger and flirt.
God, but this guy was eye candy and he wore his grin so naturally as if the stranger were used to picking up guys all the time. He was an Alpha though; Six’s Omega could tell instantly from the aura emanating from the man. What was a lone Alpha doing in their small town?
Any supernatural visitor, be it shifter or other species, had to get permission from their pack before they could enter their territory.
“You’re one of Randall’s wolves, aren’t you?” the man asked.
Jesus. Why couldn’t he speak?
“Omega?” the guy prodded, which finally made him break his silence.
Randall was the pack Alpha and Spike’s brother. If this stranger was friends with Randall, then Six was no longer interested, no matter how good-looking he was. “Why does it matter? Are you good friends with my Alpha?”
“Randall owes me a favor.” The stranger shrugged, not caring to elaborate, but he did give Six a once over. He shivered, not understanding why. The room seemed to become hotter, and yet he wanted to edge closer to this strange Alpha. “I thought Randall kept all his Omegas in the compound.”
There was something about the way this Alpha said those words that made Six think the stranger disagreed with Randall’s methods.
“I wanted some air, beer, and a good fuck.”
Saying those
words was easy enough, but Six didn’t know what was wrong with him. He was usually more behaved than this. Six was the kind of guy who followed all the rules—but look where being good had led him?
It was worth it, being reckless, though, because the Alpha’s smile widened, and God. Dimples. Shit. Six had a weakness for dimples, and he had a feeling that for the first time the Alpha wore a genuine smile.
“I thought Randall and his enforcers beat all the fight out of their Omegas.”
“You thought wrong.”
“I guess so.” The dark-haired hottie didn’t even bother hiding that he was checking Six out, and the hunger in those blue eyes pinned Six in place. “Do you have a name, mystery Omega?”
“Six Sullivan.”
The Alpha raised his brows. “Six? Really?”
“My parents weren’t creative with names. I was their sixth kid and the only Omega. Maybe they knew they’d eventually have to give me away, so they didn’t bother.” He sounded blasé when he said it, although the truth still hurt.
A growl trickled out of the Alpha, and he jumped in his seat, suddenly worried, scared he’d gone too far, thinking he could flirt with an Alpha. In his pack, clear boundaries were drawn between the strong and the weak. A pecking order existed for a reason, because Omegas couldn’t survive on their own without the pack looking after them.
Six was beginning to think that was bullshit, that Randall only wanted to keep all of them in line.
“Sorry,” the guy muttered, and changed his tone back to his amused one, as if intent on covering his slip. “I’m Dante. Can I buy you another drink?”
Six’s stomach rumbled, much to his embarrassment.
Dante chuckled. “Or maybe some nibbles instead?”
“I want dinner.” He blurted those words out loud without thinking.
“Good. I know a decent steak place nearby. Come on.” Dante turned without waiting for his reply, as if he knew Six would follow.
Arrogant Alpha. But Six couldn’t explain the strange magnetism between them. He was drawn to Dante, at the Alpha’s envious confidence, and his audacity to go where no one would dare—to take an Omega from the Ridgeback pack. He trailed after Dante, feeling like he was stuck in some strange, wonderful dream.
Horror stories of what happened to weak shifters taken advantage of by stronger ones lingered in the back of his mind, but his wolf told him Dante was safe, different. Special. No, he couldn’t afford to think of this strange Alpha that way, because—whatever this was—it was temporary, a fluke of some sort, because guys like Dante usually didn’t pick up average nobodies like him.
Cold air hit his face, and he took a couple of seconds to drink in the sight of the Alpha in front of him. Dante walked up to an old but well-maintained Harley Six assumed belonged to him. Of course a bad-ass Alpha like Dante rode a motorcycle.
Six must have lingered on outside the bar far too long, looking lost, because a shadow fell over him.
“Alone, little Omega? I’ll show you a good time,” a muscled man in a cowboy hat drawled.
Goosebumps appeared on his arms. His wolf didn’t like this stranger, not like Dante.
His chest constricted. Before he could start hyperventilating, Dante was suddenly right behind him, placing one muscled arm over his shoulders. Dante let out a low, warning growl.
“Fuck off, he’s mine.”
The other shifter heard the threat in his voice and wisely gave up. “I’m not here to start a fight, man. If he’s yours, put a collar on him.”
Then the guy walked away. Dante touched his shoulder, turning him so they looked each other in the eyes. Was that concern on the Alpha’s face, or was Six imagining things?
“You okay?”
He nodded. “I was just lost in thought awhile there.”
“Rethinking your decision?” Dante flashed a toothy grin.
“Nope, admiring you with your bike. I’ve never ridden one before,” he said quickly. Six wasn’t about to tell this Alpha about what he’d really thought, terrified Dante would somehow wake up and realize Six wasn’t worth pursuing.
Dante raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Never? First time for everything then.”
Dante held out his hand, callused and huge compared to Six’s slender, smooth one. He took Dante’s hand, letting the Alpha lead him to the Harley. His heart thumped furiously. Blood rushed to his head.
Never before had he felt so wild, so free. For someone who’d lived in the compound all his life, all his comings and goings monitored, this experience still didn’t feel quite real. Dante’s warm hand confirmed this was reality, though.
Dante let him go to take out a spare helmet from the back of the bike and helped him put it on.
“Thanks,” he whispered. Dante buckled the strap, fingers lingering on his jaw. Even the Alpha’s touch felt electric.
What was happening to him?
Dante put on his own helmet and mounted the bike. “Come on, little Omega. Let’s get to that dinner so you can tell me all about yourself.”
“I don’t think you’d find me all that interesting.”
Dante let out a laugh. “Let me be the judge of that.”
“I thought you only wanted to fuck.” Just saying that word made him blush.
Dante studied him. “Oh, little Omega. We’re going to have one hell of a ride tonight.”
With nothing else to say, he hopped on the back of Dante’s bike and beamed. “Okay. Show me.”
Chapter Two
Dinner turned out better than Dante anticipated. Usually, he didn’t care for a lot of talk during jaunts like this. As a lone Alpha, he had no obligations to a pack or a group. He traveled where he liked, fucked whoever he wanted, and seldom anyone rejected him. Something about Six was different, though.
The shy Omega barely spoke throughout dinner, more eager to hear about Dante’s adventures on the road, how he ended up back in his hometown to solve a murder. Words poured out of him with ease. Dante didn’t like talking about himself usually. When it came to sex, most lovers wanted the package, his looks and aggressive personality in the bedroom. That was all.
Revealing bits and pieces of his soul hadn’t been an option, but it wasn’t that way with Six.
“So, what about you?” he drawled. “Tell me more about yourself, mysterious, sexy Omega.”
“Me? There’s nothing remotely interesting about me,” Six mumbled. “I build websites. Most of the time I’m back at the compound. The pack considers me an inconvenience.”
Dante let out a pissed-off rumble. He didn’t like how Six talked about himself at all. From the moment they met, he knew this Omega needed a huge confidence boost, and Dante decided he was the right Alpha to show Six just how special he really was.
Dante noticed Six playing with his fork. The Omega finished up everything on his plate—including the mixed vegetables that came with his steak. Damn, but he loved men who had an appetite, although in his opinion, Six could eat a little more.
At his stare, Six fidgeted in his seat, before glancing to his left and right, clearly terrified of being caught. Dante knew Omegas in Six’s pack were closely guarded. They were also timid, taught to be submissive and reliant on their dominant mates. Six, though, he’d seen a glimpse of steel under his skin. Those eyes could turn fiery with a defiance that made his dick rock-hard, his body strung out with need.
“Want to head out?”
Six nodded. “I’d rather spend some private time with you.”
At that admission, Six blushed. Dante grinned, paid for dinner, before closing a hand on Six’s nape and leading the Omega outside. Six didn’t protest, didn’t push him away. In fact at his touch, Six relaxed even more.
An unexplainable wave of possessiveness filled Dante. Six was a stranger, and yet the Alpha wolf in him wanted Six to be something more—no. Dante didn’t do relationships for a reason. Giving away his heart could wreck a man, and years ago, Dante had made that mistake once by dating a human he thought was his mate. In the end,
Dan cheated on him and married another. Never again.
“What’s wrong? Your face suddenly turned scary and serious,” Six murmured in a soft voice.
He was stuck by how sensitive and observant Six was, but quickly recovered. “Nothing. Hop on.”
This time, Six put on his own helmet and didn’t need a lot of coaxing, as Dante mounted the bike. The Omega put his slender arms around his waist with more resolve, determination. Dante started the engine and steered the bike out of the parking lot.
“Where are we going next?” Six sounded breathless behind him, excited. Dante could feel Six’s elevated heartbeats on his back.
Six’s enthusiasm was contagious. Dante knew by taking Six, even for a night, he was playing with fire. Randall, Alpha of the Ridgeback Pack, wasn’t someone he should piss off. Dante had done all kinds of odd jobs over the years; one of them was hunting rogue shifters down for packs. Randall did owe him a favor for hunting down an enforcer who’d lost control of his wolf and murdered two women, but the Alpha wouldn’t be pleased if he knew Dante would take Six as payment.
Didn’t matter and he didn’t care. Six’s body was warm against his back, comforting. He arrived at the motel he was currently staying at. The Cloudy Day Motel didn’t look like much, but that didn’t seem to dissuade Six. Dante found a parking spot and waited for Six to dismount and take off his helmet.
“How many days are you in town?” Six asked.
“Tonight’s my last night. I’ve completed what I came here to do for Randall, so tomorrow, I’m heading home.”
Six’s face fell at that, but then the Omega swept it away. “That works for me, too.”
“I wanted some air, beer, and a good fuck.”
