The Alpha's Mate (8 Sexy, Powerful Shifters and Their Fated Mates)

by Lynn Red

  Kyle was eager to run with Katherine, and they took off at a brisk pace through the trees.

  "Change your mind about your competition?" Jordan asked. His voice was cautious.

  "I wanted to talk alone," Damien said. "But first let's go closer to the house. You visited it yesterday?"

  "It's old, ready to be torn down," Jordan said. "Shouldn't be too much of an issue, except that the sellers are stubborn."

  "That's what Kyle said," Damien said. They wove their way through the trees toward the clearing. The rising sun sent rays shimmering warmly through the branches over their heads, and small flying insects swarmed in clouds, reflecting the light of dawn and tickling their fur whenever they moved through a bunch of them. Suddenly Damien heard the crack of a door opening, and the smell of violets grew stronger. His heart swelled with the now-familiar ache for a mate.

  "Who is that?" he asked, knowing already what the answer was going to be.

  "It's a girl," Jordan said. He sensed the change in Damien's demeanor, and his fur bristled. "Why are you—"

  "It's her," Damien said.

  "Who?"

  "The girl I met at the library."

  Jordan turned his eyes back to the house.

  "She's not a wolf. She has no scent," he said.

  "You're probably right."

  "I know I'm right," Jordan said. He sniffed. "She didn't want to sell the house."

  "What does she look like?" Damien asked. Desperate hope flooded through him, despite Jordan's words. She might not be a wolf, but she was his mate. He knew it now more than ever, in his wolf form.

  "She's not very tall," Jordan said, smelling Damien's lust and realizing on the surface what it meant. "Red hair. Green eyes. A bit on the heavy side. Fair skin with freckles. Damien—"

  "I just want to know," Damien said.

  "Well, it's no wonder she's attracted to you," Jordan said, sniffing. "You're out of her league."

  Damien growled, and Jordan stayed silent for a moment.

  "She doesn't want to sell the house?" Damien asked.

  "It's a foreclosure. Two months before they even start the eviction process," Jordan said. "I'm guessing they'll stay as long as possible, but they'll be kicked out eventually."

  "That's a shame," Damien murmured.

  "She could be persuaded," Jordan said. "You could convince her."

  "We can find another place," Damien said. He couldn't manipulate Julia.

  "We need a place now, and none of the others border the state park," Jordan said. "This area is perfect."

  "Then we could stay here for a while," Damien said.

  "Stay here? Where? In the woods?"

  "We could camp out until they're evicted. We don't need to force her out."

  "If you want to settle down here, Damien, you need to settle down."

  "I want to settle. More than you know."

  "To ask the pack to wait another month or two, when we don't have to... it's unwise."

  "They'll do what I tell them to do," Damien said.

  "You've always done what's best for the pack," Jordan said. His voice growled low, a warning. "And what's best for the pack right now is for you to settle down with Katherine and start your family. This is the only place we've found worth settling on."

  Damien closed his mouth. He had been going to say something, but he knew Jordan would not want to hear his protests.

  "Damien—"

  "You're right. I'll talk to her," Damien said. He would have to figure something out, and fast. Katherine was already beginning to bother him about mating.

  "Good."

  "This is a good place," he said, nodding slowly. "A good place for our pack."

  "Let's go find Kyle and Katherine before they run off together," Jordan said. Damien growled but followed him. The pack was thrilled to have found a place so suitable, and they spent the rest of the day relaxing in celebration. Damien begged off of going out with the rest of them, saying that he needed to figure out how to best organize the move. Jordan lingered behind in the room.

  "You'd better decide what you're going to do," Jordan said, a pointed tone in his voice.

  "About?"

  "You know damn well what about. The girl. The one who's not a wolf."

  "I'll do what's best for the pack," Damien said dryly. "Don't I always?"

  "I'm worried about you," Jordan said. "And I'm worried that you've stopped keeping an eye on Katherine and Kyle."

  "I trust you to do that," Damien said, the finality in his voice telling Jordan that that was the end of the conversation.

  That night he tossed and turned before falling asleep, memories of the pack and of Julia swirling in his mind. When he finally closed his eyes, he dreamed about finding Katherine in the snow.

  In his dream, it was a year and a half ago, and the scars through his eyes had not yet healed. Damien and Jordan had been walking the edge of two territories, trying to avoid either pack. Damien would often stumble over rock outcroppings. He had not yet grown accustomed to navigating with his other senses. The snow made the progress slow going, but they needed to avoid going through any territories owned outright by a wolf pack.

  Their plan almost worked, except that the two adjacent packs had been fighting on the border. When Damien and Jordan began to smell the scent of blood and wolves more strongly, they almost turned back. But there was no better path, and the winter had made them weak. Damien's eyes leaked, his fur sticky.

  "The scent is strong," Jordan said.

  "It could be the fight," Damien said. "That would release more scent into the air. They could already be gone."

  "Perhaps," Jordan growled. "I hope you're right."

  "If anything happens, run north," Damien said softly.

  "And you?" Jordan asked.

  "I'll follow you," Damien said. He knew that Jordan was a faster runner, and that there was no way he could keep up. Jordan knew it too, but he kept his mouth shut.

  . Although at the time he had been blind, he saw himself now in his dream as though he was an invisible bystander. In bed, Damien twisted the sheets between his hands. He knew what he would see soon, and it wasn't a nice picture.

  They stopped to roll against some small pine trees. The sharp smell of the pine might help to camouflage them in case the packs hadn't yet gone far. They walked on resolutely. The scents grew stronger and stronger, and any crackling of a branch stopped them in their tracks. It was slow going. In one narrow passageway, the scent of wolves grew so strong that Damien thought that he might bolt at the slightest sound. There was no other way. They padded through the snow in silence, rounding the corner where the passageway opened up.

  It was the scene of the fight. Blood had stained the ground in dark puddles and bright splashes where the snow drifts hadn't yet melted, and the smell overpowered Damien's nostrils. Dead bodies of wolves lay strewn across the clearing, their fur damp with blood and the sweat that had not yet dried from their bodies. As they stepped slowly through the clearing, Damien's paws occasionally brushed against the corpses and he would draw back.

  "Recent fight," Jordan said.

  Damien sniffed the air, swiveling his head. He thought he scented—he thought he heard—

  "Wolf," he said, moving closer to Jordan. "Somewhere close. Do you hear the breathing?"

  Jordan paused and listened. Damien's muscles were tense, his body crouched and ready to fight if need be. The breathing grew louder, and then there was a whimper.

  "Is that...?" Jordan said.

  "What? What is it?" Damien twitched, his tail bristling, his teeth bared.

  "It's one of the bodies," Jordan said, and then he trotted away from Damien's side. Damien followed his footsteps towards the source of the breathing noise.

  "She's not dead," Jordan said, stopping short of the body. "She's a young one."

  The wolf was laying on her side. Damien pushed past Jordan and sniffed over her wound. It was deep. She had been sliced open the entire way across her stomach by sharp te
eth or claws. Her intestines were exposed, blood puddling and matting her fur down. Damien could smell her fear.

  "Please—"

  Damien flinched at the sound. He had not expected her to be able to talk. From the wound, she seemed close to death. She growled softly, a low purr that made its way through Damien's nerves and tore at his heart.

  "If you want to eat me, please kill me first."

  "Where did the other wolves go?" Jordan asked. "Which direction?"

  The female wolf breathed sharply in, wincing in pain.

  "We can help you," Damien said. He turned his head to Jordan. "You can help, can't you?" He could hear Jordan beside him, examining her wound.

  "You can't help me," the girl wolf said. "I'm dying. I tried to shift..."

  "Why? You would die of cold," Damien said, confused.

  "That's what I'd hoped," she said. Despite her pain, there was a note of humor in her voice. "Better than dying of this."

  "What's your name?" Damien asked.

  "Katherine." Katherine lay her head back onto the snow, breathing deeply. "It's almost time."

  "What can you do?" Damien asked Jordan.

  "You can't do anything," Katherine said. "I saw what happened. I won't live. My stomach..."

  "I might be able to help," Jordan said, licking the edge of her wound. "I'm a doctor. What direction did the other wolves go?"

  "Northeast," Katherine said. There was a hint of fright in her voice, as though hope had given her reason to fear. "The other pack went due south; that's where their territory is."

  "We need to get her somewhere warm," Jordan said. "I need to be able to shift. This is going to be delicate work."

  "There was an empty cabin a few miles back," Damien said. "I could carry her."

  "You'd shift into human form?"

  "Can you think of another way?"

  Jordan paused.

  "No. Alright. Let's go fast; you'll freeze to death if we don't. Do you remember the way?"

  "I'll just follow you back."

  Damien breathed in and shifted, feeling his fur dissolve. He quickly pulled on the cloak he kept in his pack, but he had nothing for his feet. No matter. He bent over and picked up Katherine, making sure to press her wound tightly so that her intestines would not spill. She yelped as he picked her up. She weighed nearly nothing.

  "Are you alright?" he asked.

  "My stomach—" Katherine said.

  "I'll hold it." Damien clutched her tightly to his chest. She grabbed his wrist, her fingers slippery with blood.

  "Help me," she said. Her voice was scared, and Damien realized that she was younger than he had thought. A teenager. "Don't let me die."

  "We won't," Damien said, although the front of his cloak was already soaked in blood and he wasn't sure he was telling her the truth.

  "Thank you," Katherine said, nuzzling his arm. He began to walk.

  Here the dream departed from reality. That day, Damien had carried Katherine over three miles of snowy terrain to an empty cabin nearby, and Jordan had worked for hours to clean and stitch up her wound while Damien had warmed his feet back from the threat of frostbite. They'd caught food and lived there in fear for two weeks, until Katherine was healthy enough to walk. She'd insisted on coming with them, and they agreed readily. A female in the pack was more than welcome.

  Ever since they'd saved her life Katherine had clung to them and obeyed Damien without any hint of protest. He and Jordan had brought her back from the razor thin edge of death, and she was theirs forever, loyal to Damien's pack, if you could call three straggling wolves a pack.

  In this dream, though, the wolf in his arms shifted back into human form as he walked through the snow.

  The human form was not Katherine's. It was a different girl, one with fiery red hair and bright green eyes. She reached out one hand and touched his eyes, and suddenly Damien could see again. He turned his head down toward her in awe. Her eyes found his and a sense of pure peace swept through his body.

  "You're the one," she said. "You're mine."

  Damien's eyes opened. His hands clenched at the sheets on top of him and he breathed slowly until his heart stopped pounding in his ears. It was her. He knew it was her. And at that moment, lying in bed with the traces of his dream still floating through his eclipsed vision, he was not sure whether or not he had truly woken up.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Julia

  Julia woke up from sleep and for a terrible second thought that the events of yesterday might just have been a dream. Then she remembered the touch of his hand on hers and sighed with renewed pleasure at the happy thought that reality had for once exceeded her expectations. Her life had been a series of tragedies and disappointments, and she was due for something positive.

  She brushed her teeth with her cell phone balanced on the edge of the sink, waiting for him to call. She ate breakfast staring longingly at the screen, hoping that it would light up with his name, even as Granny Dee made small talk with the guests who were staying at the bed and breakfast. When he finally called Julia jumped out of her seat and was outside on the porch to answer it before the second ring.

  "Hello?'' she said.

  "Hi, I'm calling for a sexy librarian; I think her name is Julia?"

  Julia laughed and sat down on the porch step.

  "Hi Damien," she said, the name coming off of her tongue as sweetly as if she were tasting an exotic fruit. "It's early to get up, isn't it?"

  "Were you asleep when I called? I waited as long as I could."

  "No, I was up!" Julia blushed at the thought of Damien waiting in anticipation. "What are your plans for today?"

  "Well, I was hoping to take a sexy librarian out on a date," Damien said. "If she's free, of course."

  "She's free," Julia said, fanning herself with her free hand. "Free all day."

  "Wonderful! I wanted to do some hiking, but it's so hot outside. Someone at the cafe told me that there was a lake next to the state park around here. He said it was good for swimming."

  "That's right near my house!" Julia said, catching herself gushing. She didn't want to sound too eager, did she? God, she didn't know how to flirt, especially over the phone.

  "Perfect. Can I meet you at your place? Sorry, my guide isn't going to be able to drive me after noon or so—she has work to do later today. But if you don't mind being my escort, she can drop me off."

  "Of course! I don't mind at all."

  "I can be there in an hour or so. Sound good?"

  "Sounds great!" Julia couldn't keep the goofy grin off of her face as she ran upstairs and changed into her hiking clothes. Or should she wear a dress? It wasn't a long walk to the lake; she didn't really need hiking gear. She changed into a sundress and sandals. Perfect. She had already put on mascara before she realized that they would be swimming. Once she'd wiped it all off with makeup remover, she put on waterproof mascara. Then she realized that Damien wouldn't be able to see her anyway. She smacked her forehead and looked at herself in the mirror.

  "Oh well," she said, sighing to herself. "I feel pretty, and that's what matters most."

  The minutes she waited felt like an eternity, but finally Julia saw the car pull up on the road out front. The blond girl was sitting in the driver’s seat, sunglasses covering her eyes. Damien got out of the passenger seat and began walking up the path to the house. Although he used his cane to sweep the path in front of him, Julia had the odd sense that he could see more than he was letting on. The way he walked so confidently, not even bothering to use his cane when he went up the steps. Up the steps—

  Julia fixed her hair one last time in the mirror, and the doorbell rang. Granny Dee opened the door as Julia was walking down the stairs, and Damien stood in the entryway.

  "Hello, I'm here to see Julia?"

  "She's right here," Granny Dee said. Julia realized it was up to her to make the introductions.

  "Hi Damien," she said. She wanted to lean forward to kiss him on the cheek, but she thought that it m
ight be presumptuous. "This is Granny Dee. Dee, this is Damien."

  "Pleased to meet you," Damien said.

  "Pleasure's all mine," Dee said breezily. "Come in, won't you?"

  "Thank you," Damien said.

  "Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee?"

  "I'd love a cup of tea. Say, I ran into a sign out front. Are you selling or renting? I don't know if Julia told you, but I'm looking for a place to move into."

  Julia and Dee both froze.

  "We're...we're not doing either," Dee said. "Let me get you that tea." She scurried out of the room, and Damien's eyebrows knitted together.

  "Did I say something wrong?" he asked.

  "No, it's just...we're getting foreclosed on," Julia said.

  "Oh! I'm so sorry." Damien reached over and put his hand on hers. "I wouldn't have asked."

  "We're trying to make the payments," Julia said. "But it looks like we only have a couple of months before we're going to be evicted. The house is already listed as a short sale."

  "That's terrible. Is there anything I can do?" His face twisted into an odd expression that lasted for only a second.

  "No, no, it's okay. There's nothing worrying about it will fix," Julia said. Dee came back with tea, and they changed the subject to more pleasant topics. Damien praised Granny Dee's tea and soon they were talking and laughing like family. By the time Damien and Julia headed out the door, Julia was certain that Dee had forgiven him.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Damien

  As they hiked out to the lake through the pine trees, Damien could smell the traces of wolf faintly. He wanted to shift into his wolf form—there was no way he could discern the danger with a human nose—but he couldn't come up with a pretext for leaving Julia. No matter. Normal wolves wouldn't want to come close to his scent anyway, and Kyle and Jordan had assured him that there were no other shifter packs around.

  The branches overhead cleared and Damien could feel the sun shining down on his face, along with a cooler breeze. Sweat trickled down his face, stinging his eyes, and he wiped it away.

  "We're here," Julia said. Damien reached out and took her hand. He had grown accustomed to the presence of her emotions, and now her happiness extended outward in a bright halo, enveloping the both of them. Katherine's face appeared briefly in his thoughts, and his heart tore at the idea that he might have to hurt her. To hurt either of them. He'd hated lying to Julia, pretending not to know about their house being foreclosed.