The Reckoning (Tundra Wolves Book 2)

by Maggie Walsh

  The Alaskan Tundra, a cold and desolate place where very few creatures can live under the harsh conditions found there. But one group of wolves known as The Alaskan Tundra Wolves, thrive in the region. With very few females of their kind willing to settle in such a harsh environment, the males of the breed learn to adapt, and for generations, male on male mating’s are the norm.

  Also what is normal within this breed is their place in the pack. Depending on what they were born as, Alpha, beta, delta, gamma, omega, makes them either dominant or submissive, or any of the levels in between. For the Tundra Wolves, this is not a lifestyle choice, but how they were born. It is inbred in their DNA to either dominate or submit and is completely natural for them.

  Jag is first beta for the Heart Pack and has an insatiable sexual appetite. As a beta he loves to dominate, but wants more than just a willing submissive. He dreams of having what his alpha and best friend Ridge has with his mate Caleb. A mate to share his life with. An equal partner in life, but someone who will give themselves to him freely in the bedroom and can keep up with his every need and desire.

  Bo is an enforcer and delta with the York pack, so he is tough and not afraid to go into battle. As a delta it is ingrained in his DNA to submit to a more dominant wolf, but to also crave sex. It’s what deltas are known for. But, as Bo’s twenty-fifth birthday approaches, he realizes he wants something more and those dreams scare him.

  When the two get together for a meeting for their alphas, the attraction they have for one another is so strong that it comes to a head and they spend a night in sexual bliss. When the dawn of day comes, the two must return home to their lives, but neither can get the other, or their night together, out of their thoughts.

  Jag is sent to the York pack for his alpha and when he sees the sexy delta of his dreams again, Jag knows he has to have the man and somehow make Bo his.

  To find out that they are actually true mates is a big surprise to both of them, but as wolves, they know the gift they have been given and grab onto it with both hands. However, when they learn the truth of true mating’s and something called The Reckoning that is coming to their world, both Jag and Bo hold on even tighter to one another as forces they have no control over conspire to rip their world and future apart.

  The Reckoning

  Tundra Wolves 2

  by

  Maggie Walsh

  MM, SHIFTERS, PARANORMAL, BDSM,

  ANAL SEX, SEX TOYS, AND SCENES OF VIOLENCE

  A Maggie Walsh Book

  www.maggiewalshauthor.com

  A MAGGIE WALSH BOOK

  The Reckoning

  Tundra Wolves 2

  Copyright © 2019 by Maggie Walsh

  Edited by Ann Attwood

  First E-book Publication: May 2019

  Cover design by Maggie Walsh

  All cover art and logo copyright © 2019, Maggie Walsh

  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.

  All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

  Dedication

  As with the first book in this series I would like to thank Miss Stormy Glenn for her inspiration in the creation of this series. I also want to again thank Master Black, Master Jeff, Jen, Nick, and Mike G for all your help with the BDSM aspect of this story. You all gave me some wicked ideas, were so helpful, and pointed me in the direction of some of the most amazing toys and devices I didn’t even know existed. I hope I continued to do you all proud.

  AREA OF INTEREST. ALASKAN TUNDRA WOLVES DOMAIN

  WARNING: This book may contain triggers for some readers. M/M, SHIFTERS, PARANORMAL, ANAL PLAY, BONDAGE, SEX TOYS, SPANKING, SCENES OF VIOLENCE.

  Table of Contents

  A MAGGIE WALSH BOOK

  Dedication

  AREA OF INTEREST. ALASKAN TUNDRA WOLVES DOMAIN

  PROLOGUE

  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

  Also from Maggie Walsh

  About the Author

  PROLOGUE

  “Lousy, fucking, beta. Who the hell asked him to come into my life anyway?” Bo grumbled to himself as he walked patrol of his pack’s lands.

  He was a delta for the York pack. A pack of Alaskan Tundra wolves that lived in the Northern Slope of Alaska, not far from a human town called Gordon along the north shore of Alaska in the Arctic Circle and bowing down to a pushy ass beta was not his idea of a good time.

  Okay, so who was he trying to fool? He fucking loved sex more than air, and if he had his way, he would be tied to someone's bed twenty-four seven as they fucked him senseless over and over again. It was who he was, but Bo was having a really hard time with who he really was lately. As far as anyone knew, even his alpha, Dell, his best friend Caleb’s brother, Bo was a delta and deltas were enforcers for their packs, but they were also horndogs who loved sex. But, what they didn’t know about Bo, and what he had been lucky enough to keep hidden since he hit eighteen, was that he was a mix of gamma.

  Gammas were the perfect submissives for alpha and betas, because of their submissive tendencies. Gammas loved to submit to their mates and would do pretty much anything their mates wanted in the bedroom. Not that Bo was opposed to that, but he had yet to find an alpha or beta that he would be willing to give that kind of control to.

  Sure, Dell was hot, a nice guy, and a fantastic alpha, even though he had only held the title of alpha for their pack for a little over six months now, Bo had absolutely no sexual interest in the man. Maybe it was because he and Caleb had grown up together. Bo had spent so much time at Caleb’s house during their lives and he looked at Dell more as a brother than anything else. Bo had no idea what it was, but Dell just didn’t do it for him.

  Then there was Jude and Kitka, they were both Dell’s betas, but Bo had no desire to be with either man. He looked at Jude the same way he did Dell, as a big brother. An annoying big brother, but a big brother all the same. And as far as Kitka was concerned, he was just like Caleb, a mix of beta and gamma, although he didn’t seem as fierce as Caleb in anyway.

  Because they were betas, they were good soldiers, warriors for their pack and great fighters and as gammas they were very submissive in the bedroom. Most alphas looked for this mix when choosing a mate, because they got two for the price of one.

  Now, Caleb was a great warrior, one of their best when he was part of the York pack, but now that he had met his mate in Alpha Ridge Heart of the Heart pack, Caleb lived there with his mate, helping Ridge run their pack. From what Bo had heard, Caleb was training Ridge’s warriors and enforcers to make them all better fighters and was doing a kick ass job of it. As far as the bedroom and total submission was concerned, he had no fucking clue if Caleb was embracing that part of his life, but Bo figured with an alpha and mate who looked like Ridge, Caleb was bowing down to his every wish and keeping that hot piece of meat very happy.

  Now Kitka was a different story. He hadn’t grown up around these parts and had only moved to their pack when their old alpha Mark, Dell and Caleb’s dad, stepped down, handing over the pack to Dell. Then he and his mate, Dell and Caleb’s mom, moved south to
be with the southern Tundra packs for the remainder of their years. As part of the bargain for their moving there, the alpha down in the southern pack, sent up one of his betas in training and was promised that Kitka would be Dell’s other beta. But so far, Bo wasn’t impressed. Everyone could scent that he was a beta/gamma like Caleb was, but he had yet to really show what he could do.

  Kitka was a pretty good fighter, but he still needed a lot of training to get anywhere near the level of Caleb, Dell, or Jude, and as far as the bedroom, Bo had asked around and Kitka hadn’t been with anyone since his arrival, so no one knew what he would be like between the sheets.

  Now, as far as Bo was concerned, that gamma part of him still remained hidden from everyone but him and his fathers, but the cat, or wolf as it were, would be out of the bag soon. When their kind hit their twenty-fifth birthday, their scent changed to signal all available mate prospects of who exactly they were, which made it easier for anyone who was interested in mating with him to be sure they were compatible.

  His father Nathan, was a beta and his other father, John, was a delta, but seeing as they didn’t have many females in their packs, homosexuality was the norm. When his dads wanted to have a child, they did as all the other male couples did and had requested a surrogate from the southern packs, which had large amounts of Tundra wolf females. The females of their kind didn’t like living this far north. They couldn’t handle the extreme cold, barren terrain and months of dark and light, so they settled in southern Alaska where female/female mating’s were the norm. So, when his dads wanted to start a family, a surrogate was found, but they didn’t have any say over who the surrogate was, or whether the female was alpha, beta, delta, gamma, or omega. His surrogate mother happened to be an omega.

  So, with his father’s beta genes and her omega genes, he ended up being a delta/gamma. When Bo hit eighteen, his father’s sat him down and explained all of this to him, how they could now sense his gamma deep inside, and knew that by his twenty-fifth birthday his scent would change so that everyone else would know as well.

  Up until now they had all agreed to keep it quiet. His dads were afraid that if the more aggressive, dominant males were to become aware before he became legal at twenty-five, that some of them would try to force themselves on him and claim him for their own—especially if it was a wolf from another pack. Being a gamma of any kind was highly sought after for their kind, but him being a delta as well and loving sex like everyone knew they did, his dads had a real fear of something like that happening and wanted him to have the choice of mates when he came of age. It was only because they were his fathers that they could scent a hint of gamma on him once he hit eighteen. The alpha, or any alpha for that matter, all had a very powerful sense of smell so any of them would also know, but no other wolf would be able to tell until his full maturity at twenty-five.

  In their world it was extremely rare for anyone to find their true mate, so like the humans, they found someone they were compatible with, started dating, and let their relationship grow, or not. If it did and they decided to make it official, then they would mate and claim each other, but it wasn’t as strong a bond as a true mated couple. Those who did mate with a bite, the bite only lasted until the wound healed, because they weren’t true mates. They chose their mates or threesomes, he had even seen one foursome when he went to a meeting with Alpha York a year ago with the Southern Pack alpha.

  It wasn’t considered cheating if all the parties involved agreed to the mating and they each claimed one another, then after they claimed each other, anyone else sniffing around them, or trying to come between any of them, would be frowned upon and that person would be sent away. And if anyone in the mating did step outside of their partnership, it would be cheating and it would be up to their mate as to what would happen to them.

  Now the time for him to start releasing his true scent was quickly approaching, and Bo was less than thrilled about it. Not that he didn’t want to find someone, someday, he just didn’t want to be tied down yet. He liked his life just the way it was and didn’t want to change anything. Being a delta as everyone thought he was, made it so easy for him to run around fucking like a dog. It was what a delta was known for, but if an alpha or beta came sniffing around, because they smelled the gamma in him, Bo might be screwed.

  It would still be up to him if he chose to mate someone and tie himself to them, but if that person went to the alpha and put in a claim with him, Dell could always step in and overrule the freedom of choice clause they had. Bo didn’t think Dell would ever do that to anyone, but if some alpha or beta came along and officially petitioned Dell, then he would have no choice but to ask if there was anyone else interested in claiming Bo as a mate. If there was, then the two would have to battle, and whoever won, would win his ass as the prize and he would have no say. If there was only one candidate that officially petitioned and no one else was interested, then the petitioner would have three months to convince the alpha that he was the best person to claim Bo, and that having Bo as his mate would be an asset to either his pack or his family.

  Seeing as there were only four Tundra wolf packs in northern Alaska and two of those were more extreme into the old ways of only male on male mating’s, Bo really didn’t want someone from one of those packs coming to sniff his ass and declare their interest. Bo had been told that the males from those two packs really followed the old ways and the more dominant partner demanded their more submissive mate bow down to their every whim. So if one of them came to claim him, they most likely wouldn’t allow Bo to be an enforcer any longer or to create his art.

  Because of the gamma in him, they would make him their sex slave or all around slave for the rest of his days. There were also the two packs in southern Alaska, but Bo didn’t think there would be much chance of one of those alphas coming along to claim him either, but stranger things had happened.

  As much as Bo loved sex, and secretly loved to submit to a lover, he couldn’t see himself giving himself over to a mate and completely submitting, and that was exactly what an alpha or beta would demand of him. Bo loved a good hard pounding, although he was yet to find anyone who could satisfy him in that department, well, anyone but... no, he wasn’t going to think of that asshole. Bo loved to fuck as well. He loved the feel of a man’s hot ass surrounding his cock and was terrified of having to give that up if an alpha or beta wanted to claim him.

  So, now Bo was working hard to find someone like another delta or gamma that he could attach himself with before his birthday next week, but he had already had most of the available ass in his pack and going to another pack could get him killed. That’s the only excuse he had for losing his damn mind and jumping into bed with Jag, the beta from Caleb’s new pack.

  The guy was sexy as all fuck and checked off every box for Bo. The sex was out of this world, and to his surprise and delight, the sexy beast of a man had no problem with Bo fucking him the one time during that wild night they had together. But the man was a beta, through and through, so once Jag found out that Bo was a delta/gamma, he just knew that whole switch thing would totally go out the window and the guy would want Bo to submit all the time.

  Bo sighed as he turned left and made his way back onto the main street of his pack. Thoughts of Jag and their night together swirled through his head and his cock began to thicken. Bo would do almost anything to have another go with that man, but only if it could be done before his birthday, which he didn’t see happening.

  His cock was now uncomfortable behind the zipper of his cargo pants and Bo grabbed himself, adjusting his package as he tried to keep the moan to himself. If his enforcer partner, Crosby heard it, he knew the prick would tease him over it, and Bo was just not in the mood for Crosby’s crap today.

  Since his night with Jag, Bo had not been in the best mood and ended up snapping at pretty much everyone, and he had no idea why. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, he did have an idea. Ever since the morning after when he had jumped into his vehicle and headed home, h
is damn wolf kept scratching and clawing to go back and find the asshole and offer up his ass. His wolf was acting like a total slut and Bo wanted to slap the beast on the nose with a rolled up newspaper and tell him to back down. It was the reason why he had been so on edge lately and attacking people for no good reason.

  Damn it, he really needed to get that sexy asshole out of his system and move on. Jag was great in bed, but the guy had an ego the size of the sun and knew he was a stud in the sack. The asshole actually peacocked around the cabin they had shared, showing off his fit bod and thick as hell cock. Bo couldn’t get over how fucking huge the man’s dick was. Bo had seen a lot of cocks in his life, but no one had ever come close to the gorgeous beta. Jag had to be at least ten to eleven inches long, and his cock was as thick as a baseball bat at the tip end. It had felt so damn good splitting him open. That extra wide stretch it gave him had Bo’s head soaring in the clouds.

  “Mmm.” Fuck, the moan just slipped out thinking about the pounding he took with that extra-large piece of man meat and now his cock was straining his pants. Great, now everyone who looked at him would know he had a woody.

  “Problem over there, stud? Need a hand with that pole you’re sporting, sport?” Crosby teased, as he gave Bo a sideways glance and smirked.

  “Shut up. You couldn’t handle my cock, man,” Bo grumbled.

  “You never know. You’ve given pretty much everyone in this pack a turn, but you haven’t given me a go yet,” Crosby said in a low, husky voice.

  “And I never will, man. Thank god we’re back. It’s all yours, guys,” Bo said and stopped as they met with the two other enforcers who would now take a patrol shift.

  “Have a good night, guys,” Jael said as he and Brooks turned and headed out for their shift.

  Bo didn’t wait around to hear if Crosby had anything else to say. He wasn’t interested and was in great need of some relief. There was a sexy little gamma he could always go see. The thought brought a smile to his lips, but instantly his wolf started to growl and snarl, refusing to allow him to do anything but either go home or go hunt for Jag. The beast was becoming a real cock-blocker these days. Bo grumbled under his breath, threatening the animal, as he headed toward his house.