by Becca Van
Alaskan Sabears 4: Match Point
All Pepper Silverton has ever wanted to do is fly planes. When she successfully lands her de Havilland plane without any landing gear in the middle of a blizzard on a small remote Alaskan Island, she’s thankful to be alive. What she doesn’t expect is the strong attraction she feels for Calloway Walden and Finbar Stark when she sets eyes on them for the first time—but she plans to ignore it.
Cal and Fin know Pepper is their mate from the first moment and hope to court her into falling in love with them before the mating heat kicks in. However, the fates have different plans, and within hours of seeing their mate, all three of them are burning up with desire.
When twenty kilos of amphetamines are found hidden in Pepper’s plane, she’s knows trouble is brewing.
Her guilt over inadvertently bringing trouble to Savoonga won’t let her jeopardize innocent people, and she makes a spontaneous decision that could end up getting her killed.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 63,641 words
ALASKAN SABEARS 4: MATCH
POINT
Becca Van

Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK
ALASKAN SABEARS 4: MATCH POINT
Copyright © 2017 by Becca Van
ISBN: 978-1-64010-352-8
First Publication: May 2017
Cover design by Harris Channing
All art and logo copyright © 2017 by Siren Publishing, Inc.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.
If you find a Siren-BookStrand e-book or print book being sold or shared illegally, please let us know at
[email protected]
PUBLISHER
Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Becca Van. I live in Australia with my wonderful hubby of many years, as well as my two children.
I read my first romance, which I found in the school library, at the age of thirteen and haven’t stopped reading them since. It is so wonderful to know that love is still alive and strong when there seems to be so much conflict in the world.
I dreamed of writing my own book one day but, unfortunately, didn’t follow my dream for many years. But once I started I knew writing was what I wanted to continue doing.
I love to escape from the world and curl up with a good romance, to see how the characters unfold and conflict is dealt with. I have read many books and love all facets of the romance genre, from historical to erotic romance. I am a sucker for a happy ending.
For all titles by Becca Van, please visit
www.bookstrand.com/becca-van
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
About the Author
Prologue
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
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
Landmarks
Cover
ALASKAN SABEARS 4:
MATCH POINT
BECCA VAN
Copyright © 2017
Prologue
Darryn Blackburn glanced about the hangar, and when his eyes alighted on the only plane in the large shed, he hoped that was the one he was looking for. It had to be since it was the only aircraft here. His new boss had ordered him to plant the drugs in the lining of the cabin, and after the craft landed in Russia, they were to be picked up by one of his boss’s men. It helped that there was a storm crossing the Russian Continent, which would make it easier for Fyodor to retrieve the stash.
After making sure no one was about, Darryn opened the cabin door and pulled the steps down. He hurried inside, pulled his tools from the belt he had wrapped around his waist, which was hidden by his trench coat, and moved toward the back of the aircraft. It didn’t take him long to unscrew the panels, and after ripping the plastic wrap, which was securing the bags of ice amphetamines to his body, he shoved the twenty kilo bags into the lining of the wall, being careful to place them so the bags wouldn’t rip open, and secured the paneling back in place. He screwed the plastic wrap up into a ball and shoved into his pocket before pulling his shirt back down to cover his tool belt, glanced about to make sure everything was back where it had been, and then hurried toward the doorway.
He wasn’t an aircraft maintenance worker, but he’d made sure to study the workings of the de Havilland, before heading toward the private airport on the outskirts of Anchorage to carry out his orders.
His foresight was a godsend since he’d been told to make sure the plane couldn’t take off after unloading and loading up again with cargo. He crouched down and crawled under the belly of the craft and mentally pictured the landing gear schematics he’d studied intently online. He grabbed the cutters from his belt, shoved his hand up into the hole where the wheels would retract to, and snipped through the hydraulics line nearly all the way. He hoped like hell the craft didn’t have any problems bringing the landing gear up after takeoff. If that happened, the pilot would turn the plane around and the drugs would never get to their destination. And he would be a dead man.
Darryn had always walked on the wrong side of the law, but he’d made a fatal mistake by hooking up with Borya Ivanov. That fucker had lured him in by daring him to steal, and his crimes had quickly escalated to breaking and entering, and eventually murder. He hadn’t realized at the time that Borya was working for a new up-and-coming drug lord in Russian until it was way too late. Darryn was in over his head with no way out except in a box.
He pushed his anger aside and crawled to the other rear landing wheel and, after snipping at the hydraulics line, he moved to the front wheel. If the information on the Internet was correct, the hydraulic fluid would eat into the remaining line until the landing gear failed. That would mean the pilot wouldn’t be able to head back home to Anchorage until the problem had been fixed. He just hoped that the pilot was skilled enough to land the craft without too much damage to the aircraft. He didn’t give a shit about the pilot. All he cared about was that the upcoming drug lord, Fyodor Bazanov, got the drugs. Maybe after that Darryn would be able to talk the leader into letting him go.
“Fucking Russian pricks,” he muttered as he hurriedly folded the steps to the cabin and shut the door. He was on his way out when he heard footsteps heading in his direction. He glanced about for a hiding spot, but there was nowhere to run. He’d already checked the side office door earlier but found it locked. He’d intended to break in and steal
any cash or other valuables after he’d finished his task, but his plans had just gone to shit. He tugged his shirt down over his tool belt and pulled his coat together as he spun around to gaze at the sexy woman strolling toward him.
His cock hardened, and he licked his lips as he imagined the beautiful bitch under him with her legs spread wide while he fucked her.
“What are you doing?”
Chapter One
“What the fuck?” Pepper Silverton muttered when she saw the shady character turning away from her de Havilland Canada DHC-6 Twin Otter. That aircraft was her bread and butter, and she’d been piloting it for nearly two years. She hated when people she didn’t know got to close to her craft.
“What are you doing?” Pepper asked as she came to a stop several yards away from the tall expressionless man. The hair on her nape stood on end when he smiled at her. The smile didn’t reach his eyes, and a shiver raced up her spine when she stared into those light-blue cold orbs.
“I was just admiring the plane.” He shrugged casually, but Pepper wasn’t fooled. “I’m actually booked to fly on one of these in a couple of weeks and wanted to see how big it was.”
“No one is allowed back here. The hangars are off limits to the public. You need to leave.”
He narrowed his eyes on her, and though the smile remained on his lips, his body was taut as if he was about to pounce. Pepper tensed, ready to defend herself if necessary, and watched as the man began to walk toward the opening, turning to keep him in her sight since she didn’t trust him as far as she could kick him. She sighed with relief when he disappeared and then turned to go over her plane. There was nothing out of place, and after searching inside and out, she didn’t find any tampering, but the ball of her anxiety wouldn’t diminish even if her hackles had settled down again.
Maybe she was feeling a little uptight because this would be her first flight to the small island off mainland Alaska. Jarvis, one of the other pilots, had taken time off for vacation, and Pepper had been scheduled to fly his route. Usually she flew all over Alaska delivering goods and passengers and occasionally she was chartered to North America, but for some reason, this trip had her excited and trepidatious at the same time. She had no idea why. Maybe the sinister-looking man had upset her equilibrium somehow.
She shook her head and sighed again. That was true, but she’d been on pins before that. She’d only managed to doze most of the night instead of going into her usual deep, exhausted sleep.
Pepper didn’t have a social life and liked it that way. Work was the only thing she lived for. She hated interacting with people because she was always worried she’d say or do the wrong thing. She liked being in control of every minute of every day, and loathed feeling as if she were adrift at sea barely keeping her head above water.
A psychiatrist would have a field day with her, but she didn’t give a shit.
As long as she was working and flying, she was happy. She knew her antisocial tendencies were a result of an abusive father and scared, timid mother, but she’d put all that behind her and hardened her heart. There was no way in hell she was ever going to let someone close to her heart only to end up getting hurt.
Pepper was content with her life and who she was and wouldn’t change for anyone or anything. She had goals, and she wasn’t going to stop striving for them until she’d achieved her dream. She lived in a small room above a run-down pub in Anchorage, saving as much money as she could. She was determined to buy her own plane to be her own boss, and then she wanted to start up her own charter company.
Although she was only twenty-five, she’d been flying planes since she was sixteen years old. She’d started out as a student pilot and diligently worked her way up until she had her commercial pilot license. It had been a hard slog going to school as well as working long hours with only a few hours’ sleep, but Pepper hadn’t let anything stop her from reaching her goals. Her hard work had paid off and was still paying, and would for years to come if she had anything to say about it. Which she did since she was the only person in control of her life.
Pepper shook her introspection away as she went over the craft with a fine-tooth comb, and once she was satisfied nothing was untoward, she climbed into the cockpit and started her preflight check. Once she was done, she started up the engines and eased the plane out of the hangar. The cargo, to be delivered to Savoonga on St. Lawrence Island off the mainland of Alaska, had been loaded the night before, and she was lucky enough not to have any passengers booked to travel. The passenger seats had been removed, except for the first row, and now the belly and the cabin of her craft was filled with supplies. She’d already double-checked the boxes and crates to make sure everything was tied down tight. The last thing she needed was for the cargo to shift if she encountered turbulence, which would cause her a world of trouble.
In the next ten to fifteen minutes, it would be her turn to taxi down the runway and lift the plane into the air. She was looking forward to the four hours or so of blissful peace and quiet as she flew the plane among the clouds and blue sky. Pepper had already checked the weather forecast and knew she shouldn’t have any trouble since the radar hadn’t shown any rain or snow for at least another day. If everything went according to plan, she would be back home in time for dinner at the pub, and then she’d read before getting an early night, ready to be up in the air the next morning.
Flying was her life and a freedom she never intended to give up. Pepper only ever felt truly relaxed when she was in the air. It was also the only time she could tolerate being close to people since she didn’t have to talk or entertain them when she was in the cockpit.
Maybe one day she’d be able to interact like a normal person without being so tense or apprehensive, but she wasn’t going to hold her breath.
* * * *
Fin glanced over to the doorway as Cal entered the small traffic control tower. His usually stoic best friend looked down right pissed. “What’s up?”
“My sabear’s giving me fits.” Cal rubbed at the back of his neck.
“Pacing, moaning, and trying to get out?” Fin quirked an eyebrow.
“Yeah, exactly. You, too?”
Fin nodded.
“Any idea why?” Cal walked over to the instrument panel and sat in the chair beside him.
“Not a clue,” Fin replied. “Maybe when our day is done, we should head out of town and shift. Letting our inner beasts out for a run might settle them down some.”
“I fucking hope so,” Cal said in a growly voice. “He’s driving me fucking insane.”
Fin nodded. He had a feeling he knew what was bothering his sabear. His inner polar bear mixed with the extinct saber-toothed tiger was picking up on the man’s restlessness. Or maybe it was the other way around.
Ever since Celeste had mated with his alpha, Tarik, and Tarik’s best friend Hodge, the rest of the stealth—another word for pack—had been falling like flies. All the men were happily mated except for him and Cal. He wanted to meet his mate, too, but he wasn’t about to hold his breath.
There was no way in hell he ever wanted to leave their small hometown of Savoonga on St. Lawrence Island ever again. He and Cal had done so years before to get their college degrees, and while they’d achieved their goals, it had been hell on earth. Their sabears had loathed being surrounded by so many people as well as the stink of a polluted city. Add in the fact that they couldn’t shift into their animal forms to release some of their tension had just amplified their tetchiness. He and Cal had put everything they had into getting their degrees faster and had walked away with those pieces of papers in their hands eighteen months early. They’d both vowed to never leave the island again, but if they didn’t, they might not ever meet the one woman meant to be theirs.
“Jarvis has taken some vacation time,” Fin said as he glanced at the cargo schedule.
“How long has he taken off?” Cal asked.
“According to the manifest, four weeks.” Fin rubbed a hand through his hair. �
�Last time he was here, he said he was going to propose to his girlfriend. I guess she accepted. Maybe they’re getting married.”
“Maybe.” Cal sighed before muttering, “Lucky bastard.”
“Yeah. Everywhere we look people are falling in love.” Fin frowned. “Do you think we’ll ever…”
Cal shrugged and then his shoulders slumped with dejection. “I wish I knew. Who’s taking over Jarvis’s schedule?”
“P.J. Silverton. Ever heard of him?” Fin met Cal’s gaze.
“Nah.”
“Wonder if he’ll be as friendly as Jarvis?”
Cal’s lips twitched. “No one is as friendly as Jarvis.”
“You might be right.” Fin nodded.
“When’s the plane due?”
“Later today. Around midday I think, unless something happens to delay the flight.”
“There’s a cold front coming in.” Cal glanced out the window.
Fin did, as well, scanning the clear blue sky. The sun was almost blinding shining off the snow and ice on the ground, causing it to sparkle. He and his sabear loved winter. When he’d been younger, before he’d hit puberty and made his first change into his animal, he’d been worried that he would end up hibernating for months on end. Luckily, Talon and Royal, their retired alphas, had set him straight. Polar bears didn’t hibernate and were, in fact, active all year round. Plus, there was the bonus benefit of having the DNA of the saber-toothed tiger added to the mix. Being a mix of two animals gave them enhanced senses beyond what a polar bear would normally have. They were faster and stronger with amazing senses of smell, eyesight, and hearing. He didn’t think that any other animal shifter would have a hope in hell of taking him or the rest of the stealth members out. Tarik killed a rogue wolf shifter when then the fucker had tried to kidnap his mate. It had been no contest since his alpha won and offed the prick with virtually one swipe of his claws.
