Exiled by his pack as a teen, Omega wolf Simon Moorehead learns to bury his gentle nature in the interest of survival. When a hulking, rough-faced Alpha catches Simon on pack territory, he tries to escape what he"s sure will be imminent death. But instead of killing him, the Alpha takes Simon home.
A man of action, Mitch Grant uproots his life to support his brother in leading the Blue Mountain pack. Mitch lives on the periphery, quietly protecting everyone, but always alone. A mate is a dream come true for Mitch, and he won"t let little things like Simon"s rejections, attacks, and insults get in their way. With patience, seduction, and genuine care, Mitch will ride out the storm while Simon slays his own ghosts and Mitch"s loneliness.Books in Series:Pack Series by Cardeno C.Books by Author:Cardeno C. Books
"Trick or treat!"
"We"re coming!" Frederick hustled to the front door of the Alpha house, his white lab coat billowing behind him. "Happy Halloween." He opened the door and smiled down at the young ones crowded on the mat.
"Who"re you dressed as, Alpha"" asked the latest princess to grace Frederick"s doorstep. This one wore a green dress.
"He"s a doctor!" said a tiny zombie. "See, he has a doctor uniform." He tugged on Frederick"s white lab coat as he spoke.
"Billy!" The cub"s mother rushed forward and dragged him aside. "We don"t touch people." She looked up at Frederick from underneath her lashes, keeping her head respectfully lowered. "My apologies, Alpha."
"Nothing to be sorry for." Frederick waved her off casually. "I am a doctor," he said to the children as he crouched down to their eye level. "But not just any doctor."
Through the large picture window at the front of the house, Mitch could see their eyes widen with interest. That was his cue. With a sigh, he got up off the living room couch, picked up the giant bowl of candy, and then walked to the front door, slowing his pace and making his steps jerky as he neared.
"What kind of doctor are you, Alpha""
"I"m Dr. Frankenstein," Frederick said. "Do you know who that is""
"Frankenstein"s the big monster," said a little girl.
Rolling his eyes, Mitch began stomping loudly to get the children"s attention. He had told his brother the young ones either wouldn"t know who Frankenstein was or wouldn"t know enough to understand the concept of the doctor and his monster, but Frederick had always been a bookworm and a fan of old movies, and he was sure they were the perfect choices for Halloween costumes.
"Argh." Mitch walked over to the children with his arms straight out in front of him.
"Frankenstein is the doctor," Frederick explained patiently. He scooted back, pulled the door all the way open, and pointed at Mitch. "That"s my monster."
All eyes turned to Mitch, and it was a toss-up as to who was more frightened"the children or their parents. The all-black suit, green face paint, and bolts glued to the sides of his neck made him look like a scary monster to the cubs. His six foot seven inch, two hundred twenty-four pound hulking frame, coal black eyes, shaved head, rough face, and history as the person responsible for eviscerating the three men who had served as their Betas while his brother killed the previous Alpha made him the stuff of nightmares to their parents. The fact that Mitch and Frederick hadn"t asked for the battle and that the men had all been abusive to their pack wasn"t enough to completely eliminate their fears.
The children, at least, were easily soothed. Mitch gave his best monster growl, thrust the bowl at them, and within seconds, he was surrounded by costumed cubs grabbing candy. The adults stood a few feet away, tight smiles on their faces. When all the kids had shoved handfuls of treats into their pillowcases and bags, they turned on their heels and ran off, presumably heading for the next house.
One of the parents reminded them to say thank you, and without slowing down, squeaky voices yelled, "Thanks, Alpha! Thanks, Mr. Grant."
"You can call me Mitch," he said for what felt like the thousandth time.
"That was fun." Frederick closed the door. "I"m going to call Donia before the next wave of kids hits."
"You called after the last group left and that was less than five minutes ago," Mitch said pointlessly. His brother"s protectiveness became more pronounced when his mate was carrying their young, and Donia was five months along with their second child.
"Lucy sounded tired," Frederick said about his three-year-old daughter. "You know she can be a handful, and in Donia"s condition, she might be too much to handle."
Mitch snorted and shook his head. "I dare you to tell your mate she can"t handle her own daughter."
Never mind that Donia was smart, capable, and an excellent mother. She was also the biggest, strongest woman Mitch had ever seen. At five foot eleven inches, she was only an inch shy of Frederick"s height, and though her build was more feminine, she was just as muscular as her mate. On top of that, Donia was an Alpha wolf in her own right, something rare in females.
When Kristof, the previous Alpha, had refused to release ebony-skinned Donia from the pack because he had issues with her mating ivory-skinned Frederick, she had been ready to challenge him. But Frederick got there first and walked into an ambush no person could have survived alone. Fortunately, Frederick hadn"t been alone. His twin had been by his side as usual. So when the Alpha and his three Betas attacked Frederick, Mitch had killed the Betas and stepped aside to let his brother get rid of the Alpha. Together they had sent a clear message that underestimating the Grant brothers was a very bad idea. And they had inherited a pack in the process. A pack in a remote mountain town hundreds of miles away from the nearest big city.