“You must have some kind of a death wish to come to my house. Pretty sure I’m going to have to teach that guard at the gate some manners,” he crossed his arms and stared at Connor with his one good eye.
“You’re lookin’ for the man who killed your wife,” Connor said. He tossed Torque to the floor in front of the alpha. “This man knows who did it. I’ve seen him, and if you want my help, I’m here to offer it to you. This needs to be made right.”
The alpha glared at Connor, then at Torque who watched on with wide eyes.
“Now, what makes you think I even want to make a deal like that?” He waved a wrinkled hand which caused one of the bears at the front door to take Torque away.
Connor was silent.
“He isn’t lying, grandpa,” Samantha said.
Grandpa?
Connor and Tess both turned to Samantha, their mouths agape.
“They’re just trying to make it right. They almost died trying to get him out. You wouldn’t let that go to waste,” Samantha continued.
The alpha rubbed at his scraggly chin. The wheels were turning in his head. He was close to seeing their point of view and Tess decided she’d try to double down on it.
“The bastard is our enemy, too. He almost killed me,” she showed the scars on her neck from where Eli’s knife had cut into her skin. “For the sake of your wife’s memory, end the fighting with the wolves so we can go after the one person you really want.”
The alpha scratched at his chin as he walked to the edge of the patio. He looked down on the trio of adventurers that risked life and limb for the sake of their families. He exhaled the fire from within his chest.
“You all are lucky that Samantha likes you. Let’s talk,” he said. The alpha disappeared into his house, but left the door open for them to join him.
If Tess had a tail she’d be wagging it. Talking was better than fighting any day. Connor lifted her hand and kissed it.
“Good girl,” he said. Connor and Tess walked hand in hand into the house, following close behind Samantha. The worst was behind them now.
Alpha Wolf Champion
Alpha Wolf Series Book 3
Emilia Hartley
Copyright © 2016 by 9591451 CANADA INC. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
CHAPTER 1
“Papa Connor!” Greta shouted. “Got you!” She leapt on Connor’s leg, grasping it tightly. As she did, he screamed then fell to the ground playfully. Greta’s laugh was infectious. The two rolled around on the fresh cut grass of the field.
So cute!
Tess could barely contain herself. Seeing Connor taken down by such a small bear cub was funny no matter which way you looked at it. His shirt was getting dirtier by the second. Going from a light grey to any shade of green you could imagine. She could see him rolling around with his own child like that someday.
Greta was so tiny compared to him. He was well past six feet tall with a v-shaped torso that would make any woman squirm in her seat. His bulging pecs were barely contained inside his shirt, even when he kept the top two buttons closed. Tess had to wipe away some drool from the corner of her mouth as she watched him. That was the man she was lucky enough to have for a mate, the alpha of the pack, Connor.
Greta barely came up to his knee; her short, brown, shoulder-length hair danced around her round face. Beth, her mother, watched the little scene unfold; allowing herself a moment to be happy for the first time in days. She’d gone from bad to worse, then to rock bottom.
“They’re cute together,” Tess said, breaking the silence between them.
“He’s a good man,” she replied, “Make sure you don’t let him go. It’s a dangerous world.” She continued to watch, but it was clear to Tess that she was distant. Her mind had wandered off in the moment.
“It’s over, Beth,” Tess said, “She’ll be safe. Your husband made sure of that.”
“I know,” she replied, “It’s just.” Beth couldn’t hold back her tears. It had only been a few days since her husband died before her eyes. Her face was still red from mourning her loss.
Tess threw an arm around the woman, but her gesture was turned down.
“I’ll be alright,” she said, “I just need some time.” Beth turned to keep her flowing tears from Tess’s prying eyes. Hastily she walked back toward the house behind them.
Tess let her go without a word. There wasn’t anything that needed to be said. Beth just needed time to grieve. The least that Tess could do is keep an eye on her daughter, Greta.
“Tess help!” Connor shouted. Greta had Connor lying face first in the grass. Greta stood triumphantly on her conquest, stamping muddy footprints all over Connor’s back.
Laughing, Tess joined the pair, taking Greta by the hand. She led her off Connor’s back.
“I think it’s time for some lunch,” Tess said, she bent at the knee and squatted low to the ground to meet Greta face to face, “Are you hungry?”
“No,” Greta said, she was already eyeing Connor who was just getting back to his feet.
“Does that no mean yes?” Tess asked.
“Yeah,” Greta replied. She wiped at her nose which was dripping with fresh snot. Tess pulled an old kerchief from her pocket to wipe her nose clean.
“There you go,” she said, “next time you need to keep that nose clean you just come to me. Okay?” Greta nodded. “Let’s go inside,” Tess continued, “Race you!”
Greta got excited, sprinting toward the house without a second thought. Tess didn’t even need to run to catch her. She stayed back with her man to talk.
“Seriously, gross,” he said.
“What, wiping up snot?” she asked heartily. They followed Greta back toward the house but took their time walking. “You know, when you’re a father, you’ll have to do all the gross stuff, too.”
“Isn’t that your job?” he asked, knocking some loose dirt off his shirt.
“I hope you’re joking,” she replied.
“Yes?” he laughed awkwardly. Tess puffed out a breath of frustration and stopped in her tracks.
“Connor, I love you. But, if we’re going to be parents we need to be in this together. Through dirty diapers, and even through the first shift. You know what that was like,” she said.
Connor stood beside her, scratching at three day old stubble.
Dammit, he’s so sexy with that stubble.
“I’m in this, with you, together,” he said. He held out his arms as a peace offering. Tess looked him up and down, he was filthy from playing but she was never one to turn down one of his hugs. He was so warm. His hard body cradled her softly. She could have stayed there the whole day.
“Dammit!”
Together they loosened their grasp, turning toward the source of the commotion. On the patio of the house stood the bear alpha talking to another one of his pack; he looked ready to murder someone.
“How the hell did he get out?!” he continued.
Connor and Tess half-jogged up to the patio. Tess could just make out the topic of conversation.
“I don’t know what happened. Went to bring him lunch and he was gone. The lock was still there, someone must have slipped him the key,” the bear said.
There was only one prisoner right now, Torque, the bastard that led the biker gang that almost killed Connor. Tess threw a hand up to cover her mouth from the surprise.
“He can’t have gotten far,” the bear continued, “I already sent out a bunch of guys to look for him.”
“Well you better find him,” the alpha commanded, “cause if you don’t, you’ll be eating your lunches through a straw.”
“What happened?” Connor asked. The alpha they’d come to know as Henry was red faced and furious.
“What happened? That asshole Torque managed a miracul
ous escape,” he said. “Maybe it was even one of you that let him out!” Henry furiously stamped toward Connor who made no effort to move away. The bear held his hand up to stop his alpha.
“Let me past, you stupid sonovabitch,” Henry said.
“They haven’t left the yard all morning,” he said, “That was the first thing I checked. They couldn’t have helped him out. If it was anyone, it was one of ours.”
Henry clenched his teeth, the veins popped in his neck, it looked like he was about to shift into his terrifying bear form. Tess hid behind Connor who still didn’t move.
“This changes nothing,” Connor said, “We already got the information we needed from him. If anything, he’s a liability to the rest of the wolves he used to work with. If they find him first, there’s a good chance we’ll find him dead in a bush somewhere.”
Henry’s hands were so tightly balled up that his knuckles were turning white, but it seemed that Connor’s words were having an effect. He breathed deeply then exhaled the fire in his chest.
“If I find him first, I’ll kill him myself,” Henry said, “But, I know you’re right. We got everything we needed out of him before he ran.” His right hand man patted him on the shoulder before stepping off the patio. “This shit needs to be over with soon. Tomorrow we find that damn hunter and I get to have my revenge.” He disappeared inside.
Tess still held on to Connor’s meaty arm.
“It’s alright, Tess,” he said, “You know how us alpha’s can get. When shit doesn’t go right, it’s kick ass first then ask all the questions later.” He chuckled, “Does my vein pop out of my neck like that?”
Tess slapped him on the shoulder. Together they walked inside the large house. The house itself was bigger than the farmhouse in which she grew up. Over two stories tall but the space was expansive. Most of it seemed hand built from wood nearby, but the size of the logs would have taken two people to lift, or one bear. The solid oak door shut behind them with a solid ‘thunk’.
The interior was tastefully decorated. A grandiose stone fireplace dominated the center of the house, pushing up through the second story. A round hood sat over the top of the open cage and the heat filled the entire house with ease. To the right of the front door a simple staircase climbed to the second floor landing. The walls were white, covered in old family photos. These photos were the only way that Connor and Tess had come to know Henry’s wife, may she rest in peace.
The alpha was standing over the round kitchen table in the back of the house, entertaining a few of his bears. Each one of them eyed Connor with anger. Even thought he’d done his best to befriend them, there was still a lot of animosity. Even the alpha, Henry, showed his discontent.
“As you all know, we got a madman on the loose. Torque confessed that this hunter … Eli,” Henry enunciated his name sharply; “He’s the one I’m supposed to be after. I’ll question him myself.”
“Don’t forget, he’s got a lot of tricks up his sleeves,” Connor added.
“I know,” Henry replied, “which is why if you spot him, don’t go after him alone.” Henry paced around the table as he talked. “There are three places those bikers have to fall back to. We beat their locations out of Torque before he escaped. We’re going to hit all three at the same time.”
Connor flexed his muscles under Tess’s hand. She could tell he was ready for a fight. However, it felt to Tess like someone was missing. She scanned around the room, at first she couldn’t put her finger on it, but had an ‘aha’ moment when she realized. She leaned close to Connor’s ear.
“Where’s Samantha?” she whispered, “She’s supposed to be here too, isn’t she?”
Connor shook his head no, and then whispered back.
“She was excited to join in the raids, but her grandpa won’t let her go. She got upset about not being able to help so we gave her a mission. She’s gone to Cliff Walker den to relay our plan to Alex.”
“Oh,” Tess replied. She liked Samantha. The more she got to know her, the more she felt like the younger sister that Tess never had. “You should have told me so I could have said goodbye,” Tess scolded.
“Are you two going to share with the rest of us, or do we have to sit here and wait for you to finish your conversation,” Henry asked with his arms crossed and stern faced. “We can wait.”
Connor coughed into his hand. Tess hadn’t felt so embarrassed in a while. Not since one of their first dates, anyway. The memory flooded back to her and she couldn’t hold back a giggle which she tried to stifle by holding her hand to her mouth.
Henry continued to stare.
“Sorry!” she said. Tess waved her hand while backing out of the dining room, trying to hold her laugh in the entire way. Only when she was back outside on the patio was she able to fully allow herself the chance to let it out.
A few passing bears gave her some awkward glances, but she paid them no mind. She was still too caught up in her own stupid memories. She didn’t even notice Connor walk up behind her.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she replied, still giggling beneath her breath.
He rubbed at the bridge of his nose, a habit that Tess was getting used to seeing. It usually meant that he was thinking about something, so she would do her best not to bother him when he held that posture.
“Since it’s probably our last night in the bear den, I have a surprise for you,” he said. He took Tess by the hand and stepped down from the patio. She smiled at the idea of a surprise. The gears in her mind started turning, trying to figure out what it might be. She leapt from the patio, into his arms. He was a beacon of warmth in the cold early afternoon.
“Onward,” she said. She planted a kiss on his cheek as he started his way toward the edge of the thicket. The surprise didn’t matter so much as the company, so she already had her present.
CHAPTER 2
She smelled intoxicating. He could have just held her all day, like they had in the past. The past few months had been frustrating, but having her around made them tolerable. His own stress would melt whenever he had her in his arms, or whenever she would stand on her tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek. There was no other woman alive that could make him feel that way, which is why he wanted to make her feel like the queen that she was.
He’d spent the last couple days gathering what little he could to surprise the woman in his life. Even Henry was willing to lend a hand, albeit reluctantly. There was something about Henry that was still not forthcoming. Connor could see Henry’s feelings for his wife being worn proudly on his sleeve. But, anything past that was enigmatic. He was like a riddle; Connor hated riddles.
He carried his beloved past the rows of tents where the bears had setup a makeshift campsite. There were so many of them. If what Samantha said was true, bears don’t stick together. They compete for the same resources. Sure, they come from the same blood, but none of them stick together for long. They’re an independent breed, which is why it was so odd that there were so many here.
It wasn’t only the adults either; whole families were camped in the back of trucks or under hastily built huts. Nothing looked permanent, everything temporary. The mood around the camp was solemn every time Tess and Connor would walk through. Even now they knew they were in enemy territory, they were only alive by the grace of the alpha.
For Henry to have as much command of the bears was astonishing. This many families for this long would be a nightmare to manage. Connor was already feeling that with just a few extra shifters setting up camp near the farmhouse. Henry must have been something special.
The thicket itself had a dense canopy that blocked out almost all sunlight. Tiny pin pricks of light pushed through, appearing as stars amidst a night sky. The bears didn’t seem to mind the darkened space. They’d sleep for hours without a care. A luxury not afforded to the wolves.
“Are we almost there?” Tess asked.
“Almost,” he replied. He could hear the guards that were assigned to th
em following close behind. Connor hated that he couldn’t spend five minutes with Tess alone, but at the same time he knew he would have done the same thing in Henry’s position.
The camp ended at the edge of a fresh water stream that ran through Henry’s property. At about twenty feet across it was large enough to provide water for the entire camp with ease.
“We’re here,” Connor said, releasing Tess to the ground. He’d brought her to a small blanket, strewn out over thick dirt and solid sand. On top of the checkered quilt was a bundle of hastily prepared food. It was nothing special, but Tess was excited nonetheless.
“Connor! It’s great,” she said. She hopped over, taking a seat on the blanket, then falling to her side to get comfortable. She still continued to giggle for whatever reason.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“It’s nothing,” she replied.
Connor eyed her suspiciously.
“Honest!” she said, “I was just thinking about one of our first dates.”
If she was laughing then there was only one that she would be thinking about.
“Remember when you took me out to see that herd of horses?” she asked. She continued to laugh to herself while she opened the bundle of food.
Connor rolled his eyes; yes, he remembered. It was a disaster for them both. He’d tried his best to forget, but it was not so easily forgotten. She’d told him on their first date how she loved horses and wanted to learn how to ride someday.
He remembered that little factoid. It took him a couple weeks to prepare everything for her; he wanted to impress her after all. One of the local farmers owned a large herd and had a vast property for his animals to run. It was perfect; Connor could have taken her there. She could have spent as much time as she wanted just running around and playing with the object of her desire. Meanwhile, he had prepared a small feast for them to enjoy.
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