Feral (Wolf Ranch Book 3)

by Renee Rose

  Wolf Ranch: Feral

  Wolf Ranch - Book 3

  Renee Rose

  Vanessa Vale

  Wolf Ranch: Wild

  Copyright © 2020 by Bridger Media and Wilrose Dream Ventures LLC

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author's imagination and used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  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

  Epilogue

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  1

  ROB

  My best friend and ranch hand Clint slapped me on the shoulder as we made our way up the walk to the front porch of our neighbor’s ranch. “Maybe she’s cute.”

  I hadn’t been to the Shefield house since the old man passed away. The concrete heaved in spots, and weeds sprouted from the cracks. The place needed tending, and hopefully, the niece, Natalie, would tackle it. It was the second week in August, and snow was known to fall in early September. That seemed downright impossible with the ninety-degree weather we were having. At least the hard storms from last month seemed to have ended.

  I gave Clint a look that as his boss and alpha should have made him cower, but he only grinned. “What?”

  “Cute? Seriously? Are we back in middle school?” I took off my hat, wiped my brow with the back of my hand, then stuck it back on.

  “You thought Brittany Simms was cute. Remember that hard-on you got in the cafeteria? Your eyes glowed so bright it was a wonder the humans didn’t notice.”

  I swore under my breath at the embarrassing memory as I climbed the porch steps.

  “I have to wonder if your dick ever got hard again.”

  I gave him another look. Most of my pack members, especially the guys who lived and worked on the ranch, didn’t push their luck with me. Clint and I, though, had been friends since birth, raised in the pack together. Still, I was fucking sick of anyone thinking my dick’s prerogatives were their business. If I had to go to one more pack’s mating games and deal with the heavy expectations that I leave with one of their she-wolves permanently claimed as mine, I was going to shoot myself.

  Especially after what happened last time.

  “I don’t see a mating bite on any female you’ve dated, asshole,” I grumbled.

  “I’m playing the field,” he replied, offering a small shrug of his broad shoulder.

  “More like playing with yourself,” I muttered.

  He snorted a laugh. “The difference is I’m not alpha. Much less chance of moon madness hitting me. Plus, no one gives a shit if it does, and they have to put me down when I go feral.”

  “Being alpha’s one thing, but everyone keeping track of where my dick’s been and where it needs to go is annoying as fuck.”

  He studied me, then nodded once. “All we know about Natalie Shefield is that she’s in a masters program for music somewhere in California. If she can take care of your problem, then what’s the hang up?”

  “You know what the problem is. She’s human.”

  My brothers might have been able to mate humans, but I couldn’t. I was the alpha of the Cooper Valley pack. My pups had to shift, had to be pure. I, personally, didn’t give a shit about this, but I knew others did. The grumbling had begun a few years ago when I crossed age thirty without mating and became high risk for moon madness. As time passed and I had yet to find a mate, the muttering got louder, the concerns grew. My pack respected me, and they didn’t want to lose me. I had to ensure the line continued. Find a mate—a wolf mate—and breed her.

  “That makes her off limits,” I countered. “If you think she’s cute, then you can have a go.”

  As he opened his mouth to say something, most likely stupid, a female cry cut through the quiet.

  I tensed and looked to Clint. Clint looked at me. His blue eyes widened in surprise then concern. A female in trouble raised every one of a shifter male’s instincts to help. To protect. To destroy whoever was a threat.

  My hand shot out to try the front door. Unlocked. That made it easy, but I wasn’t past kicking it down if needed.

  Throwing it open, we stepped into the entry. It looked exactly as it had the last time I’d been in, as if my old friend was still around. Old Man Shefield had handed down his house, furnishings and all.

  To the right was a family room with a stone fireplace. To the left, a dining room with an antique table and chairs. Directly in front of us was a central hallway that led back to the kitchen and also a staircase that led to the second floor. It turned to the right at a landing halfway up. I’d never been on the second floor, but based on the size of the house, I had to assume there were four or five bedrooms.

  “Take this floor,” I told Clint. “I’ll head upstairs.” Another cry bounced off the walls. I went up the steps two at a time as my friend headed toward the kitchen.

  At the top, I looked left and right. Six doors, all closed. I stilled to use my wolf hearing. I picked up ragged breathing from the right.

  Shit. She was hurt, perhaps panicked, judging by the pace of her inhales and exhales.

  I stopped in front of the first door. Listened. No.

  The second. Again, no.

  A whimper came from behind the third door, and I threw it open.

  Uh… well.

  A bedroom. Tan walls. Two windows with cream curtains, wide open to try and cool off the room. A rag rug on the floor beneath a brass bed. None of that caught my attention for more than a quick glance.

  No.

  It was the woman lying on top of the unmade bed who had my attention. She must’ve come from the shower because a towel was wrapped around her, and her red hair lay in wet tendrils across the pillow. Her knees were bent, her feet planted on the bed nice and wide, and her hand was between them. She was holding a dildo, and it was cr
ammed nice and deep in her pussy.

  I couldn’t miss the patch of fiery red curls above that well-endowed toy or the way her slick pussy lips were stretched around the latex cock.

  It was big, but not as big as me. Especially not now when I was instantly hard as a fucking rock.

  As for Clint’s comment earlier, yeah, my dick still got hard. Even for humans.

  For her.

  I was hot all over and not because of the weather.

  Holy. Fuck.

  She startled and gave a small shriek. Before I could blink, she yanked the dildo from her pussy with one hand, reached up and grabbed a gun from the bedside table. With the agility of a panther, she hopped to her feet and pointed it at me.

  Somehow, the towel was still wrapped around her.

  I held up my hands. “Whoa there.”

  “Who the hell are you?”

  Even though she was armed, I gave the dildo on the bed a quick glance. It was shiny and slick with her arousal.

  Fuck.

  I stepped into the room, and she took off the safety.

  “Easy.” I soothed. “I’m Rob Wolf, your next-door neighbor. We heard you cry out and wanted to make sure you were all right.”

  “As you can see, I’m fine.”

  She was fine. Her cheeks flushed as red as her hair. Her ragged breaths made her lush breasts rise and fall over the top edge of the towel. Now that she was standing, I could see freckles across her bare shoulders. The taut muscles in her arms and thighs. She wasn’t a small thing like Colton’s mate, Marina. Natalie Shefield was sturdy, solid, and had a fire in her eyes.

  Oh, fuck yes. That was all for me. So was the loaded weapon aimed at my chest. I wasn’t worried about being shot, unless it was in the head. Otherwise, it would hurt like hell, but my body would work the bullet out as part of the healing process. Pretty quickly… depending on where the bullet entered, it would pop right out. Still, there were other things I wanted Natalie Shefield to do to me while she was naked besides shoot me.

  I took a deep breath to calm myself, hoping not to blow my load in my pants and… Holy. Shit.

  Holy fucking shit.

  My wolf howled and practically preened.

  This woman was my mate.

  I just knew. Her scent was masked by soap and shampoo, but it was undeniable. Sweet, tangy and as bright as her hair. It smelled right. Familiar, even though I’d never picked up the scent before.

  Natalie Shefield, who had no qualms about self-satisfaction, was my fucking mate. She didn’t have dainty little toys to get her off. Instead, she went all out.

  “Now get the hell out,” she said. Her gaze didn’t waver, neither did her gun hand.

  I heard Clint’s footsteps coming down the hall, and I turned around and met him in the doorway.

  “Is everything—”

  “Look at her and die,” I growled with full alpha menace.

  His eyes widened at my tone—mostly snarl. He tipped his head to the side to see around me, clearly not understanding what was happening, that I’d just met my fucking mate, but I stepped back and slammed the door in his face. Me in the bedroom with Natalie, Clint alone in the hall.

  Turning back around, I faced her.

  “You’re on the wrong side of that door, neighbor.” She wasn’t sweet like Audrey. She wasn’t sassy like Marina. Hell, no. This woman had fucking attitude.

  “Maybe you should tell me why you have a gun next to your bed. Who hurt you?”

  The idea of someone scaring her enough for her to need protection like that had my wolf snarling, ready to rip someone’s throat out.

  “Said the trespassing neighbor,” she countered, raising one red brow.

  I took another deep breath. I’d seen how wet she was, but I could scent it too. I’d know her anywhere now, even blind.

  “I’m not going to hurt you. Never,” I added, my voice fierce. “If you’re in danger, if someone’s threatening you, I want to know.”

  She nodded once. “Got it. Now get out.”

  Yeah, she was pissed. She had a right to be. I’d broken into her house, come upon her in a compromising position, and scared the hell out of her. I was lucky I didn’t have an extra hole in my body.

  Still… she was my mate, and I didn’t want to walk away. Ever.

  But telling her what she was to me after one sniff would definitely get me that bullet hole.

  “Yes, ma’am.” I had the she-devil cornered, and her claws… and weapon were out. It was time to retreat. While it wasn’t strange to have a weapon in Montana, it was having one beside your bed while masturbating. I’d find out why she was armed at a time like this then go take care of it for her and bury a body. Then I’d get her beneath me, show her she was mine. “I’ll go, for now,” I told her, taking a step back.

  “Knock next time,” she warned.

  “I would tell you not to scream so loud, but that would be a crying shame.”

  Her mouth fell open, and she stared at me. I tipped my hat and left, smirking a little as I went.

  I’d met my mate, and she wasn’t just cute, she was fucking hot. Passionate. Spirited. Feisty. The fact that she aimed a gun at me only made me practically cream my pants.

  I stopped halfway down the stairs with a sudden realization.

  Natalie Shefield might be my mate, but she was human.

  Maybe she should have shot me. It would have been less painful. I was fucked and not with a dildo.

  2

  WILLOW

  Cocky cowboy asshole.

  Rob Wolf was hot as hell, admittedly, but a total dick. How dare he barge into my house… into my room? I set my gun back on the nightstand. Humiliation made my anger burn as I dropped the towel and pulled on my panties.

  Dammit. I came to Cooper Valley, to the Shefield property, to entice the neighbor, but not that one.

  The other asshole. Jett Markle.

  I stood at my window and watched the two cowboys mount their horses—a delicious sight, not only for the sheer grace of their movements but also for the way their asses filled out their jeans. Well, Rob’s ass. I wasn’t even watching the other guy.

  I wasn’t surprised when Rob looked back. I’d just given him an eyeful of my twat stuffed with a vibrator. God, I could just die. I should have shot him. That would have felt good. It would have been messy though. Not just a dead body but explaining it to my boss.

  He lifted his chin at me from his saddle. How could he even see me? The sun was reflecting off the pane of glass and should have made me invisible from the outside.

  Strange.

  He tipped his hat next, a sexy smirk on his rugged face. He didn’t seem the least bit bothered I’d aimed my service pistol at him.

  Damn hot cowboys in general, but damn him, especially. Although his arrogance was a better response than getting all embarrassed and awkward and running out stammering after my little show or piss his pants at having a gun pointed at him. Not that I believed a man like him had ever stammered or pissed himself. He didn’t even blink when he came through the door or when I’d removed the safety. My nipples hardened at the size of his figurative balls. I hadn’t seen his actual ones, but I hadn’t missed the thick outline of his dick in his jeans. It had gone down his leg! What guy was that big? How’d he walk with that thing? Or ride a horse?

  I groaned, my pussy unfulfilled, now considering what it would be like to ride him to my finish. That thought made my inner walls clench, and I was hornier than ever.

  What the hell was wrong with me? The guy had barged into my house, and I was fantasizing about the size of his dick. Of using it instead of my toy to get off.

  I was losing it. The only good news was that I’d hopefully snuffed out his interest. I pulled a gun on him and had been bitchy as hell. Rob Wolf probably wouldn’t be coming back. Had he honestly thought I needed protecting? I wasn’t sure if I should find that appalling or sweet. It didn’t matter either way.

  I was here for the job. I had to focus on the investigat
ion. On Jett Markle.

  I had to blend in though, and I sure hadn’t done that with the welcoming committee from the Wolf Ranch. I grabbed said dildo and went across the hall to the bathroom to clean and sterilize it before tossing it back on the bed. It made no sense to put it away. I’d have to use it again later, this time to ease the ache Rob Wolf brought about.

  “Fuck,” I whispered, pushing the confrontation away. I’d been in tenser scenes than that. I needed to get a grip. And an orgasm. I groaned at myself.

  I still needed to clean out the drawers in the dresser to make room for my things… clothes and not just my small sex toy collection. I was a loner and a woman has needs. As for the rest of the place, I would’ve liked to clean out the whole house, but I didn’t want to overstep. This place wasn’t mine. I wasn’t Natalie Shefield. I was Willow Johnson, DEA agent.

  The real homeowner would arrive when the case was over, and I couldn’t very well tell her I’d donated her uncle’s things, even though that’s exactly what should be done for most of it. The house hadn’t been updated since the sixties, and I had to be thankful it was too damned warm to need hot water. The place needed work—a gross understatement—and I’d have to tackle some of it while I was here or else it would seem strange.

  I pulled my damp hair up into a ponytail and slipped on a pair of cowgirl boots to go with my jeans and tank top. It was time to meet the neighbor, and not the sexy one. I was cranky because while Rob Wolf was a tall drink of water—as they said in Montana—I hadn’t gotten off. He’d interrupted me right before the big finish, and now, I was not only hot but horny too.