by Amber Kell
“To jail. Another judge will decide her sentence.”
Mila approached with her head hung down. “I’m sorry for the trouble I caused. I’m glad you didn’t die.” She gave Dallas a shy smile.
“Thank you,” Dallas responded politely.
“I want us to be married,” Angela announced. “You’re a judge—you can marry us.”
Laurence smiled at the gasp Mila gave.
“Call me and I’ll arrange a date. Marriage is a commitment you shouldn’t jump into.” Laurence didn’t bother reminding himself of that.
“What about your pup? You going to marry him?” Mila challenged.
Laurence glared at the presumptuous girl. “Although it isn’t any of your business, I’ve already bonded with Dallas and connected our life forces. Marriage is only a formality.”
The witches quickly departed after that announcement. As soon as they’d left the house, Rolf stepped forward and met Laurence’s eyes. “If you ever hurt him, you’ll know how it feels to be torn apart by a pack of angry wolves.”
“Understood.” He wouldn’t say more. Laurence didn’t need to challenge the alpha. He had what he’d wanted.
“Come on, love.”
Dallas went to Rolf and brushed cheeks in some weird wolf parting. Laurence didn’t object but he couldn’t say he liked the two men touching. A wave of warm contentment drifted over him and he knew he was sharing Dallas’ emotions. If his little wolf needed his alpha wolf fix, he’d indulge him. Up to a point.
Rolf’s eyes met his over Dallas’ shoulder and an unspoken agreement was reached between them. They both wanted the best for Dallas.
“Let’s go home, pet.”
Dallas eagerly went into Laurence’s embrace. Satisfaction sank into him as he realised he could finally take his wolf lover home…and keep him.
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The Underwolves: A Gamma’s Choice
Amber Kell
Excerpt
Chapter One
Kaden Danes stood in the doorway of the kitchen tent and peered inside at the hustle and bustle. He’d waited years for this moment. Finally at eighteen, the age of consent, he could become a kitchen hand. Unfortunately there were two small problems—his feet refusing to enter and the swirling nausea churning around his stomach with tornado-like velocity.
“Don’t just stand there, boy! If you want something come inside.” Denel Jackson, the kitchen manager, flashed him a disapproving look with his sharp brown eyes. Kaden had studied the man before applying, determined to learn all he could about the person who could shape his future. He’d talked to people who’d worked with Denel in the past and had researched the man’s reputation online. Everyone had told him the manager made a fair but tough mentor and Kaden would be lucky if he could convince Denel to take him on.
“Sorry, sir.” Kaden cast his eyes respectfully downward. “I’ve come to work in the kitchens if you’ll have me.”
He forced his fidgety muscles to remain still while the manager looked him over. He knew what Denel saw when he looked at Kaden but he hoped to get the job anyway. Kaden bit his lip trying to hold back the urge to plead with the manager. If Denel didn’t want him he’d try to leave gracefully.
“Kind of pretty to work the kitchens, aren’t you?” Denel asked after a minute that felt stretched to eternity.
“Yes, sir.” Kaden couldn’t deny the facts. His mother’s genes had made him delicately built, and by everyone’s account, too pretty for a man. Hopefully it wouldn’t hold back his career. Kaden swallowed the lump of nerves in his throat, not daring to look up. His entire life hung in the balance of the manager’s decision.
Most gammas raced to be part of the sex squad as soon as they came of age, eager to service all the beta soldiers. Kitchen work generally went to omegas and older, mated gammas. But Kaden dreamt of cooking. Mixing flavours, toasting spices and cooking meat until it reached its pinnacle of taste—those were the hopes filling his head at night.
“I-I’ve always wanted to cook, sir,” Kaden confessed. He blushed beneath Denel’s intense stare but refused to back away. He needed this. He had to get this position. His entire life depended on the kitchen manager’s answer.
“Really?”
Kaden glanced up in time to catch the look of surprise in the manager’s eyes before returning his gaze to the floor. He nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Denel folded his arms over his chest. Kaden’s heart sank. “Have you cooked before?” Denel asked.
Kaden couldn’t blame the man for his disbelief. Most male werekin didn’t want to become cooks. It didn’t fit the tough alpha mould. However, Kaden had never been the stereotypical werekin and he refused to give up on his dream. If he had to, he’d pursue his goals in the humans’ territory.
Participating in the war and doing his part were important to Kaden, but he’d never be a fighter. Violence didn’t settle well with his naturally passive nature, even though he knew the wolves couldn’t let the vampires win. Shifters would be endangered if the vampires had their way. The war between the two forces, now in its sixth year, had no end in sight and since the vampires truly wanted all werekin dead, Kaden didn’t anticipate it ending soon.
“My nana taught me how to cook.” Kaden smiled at the memory. As the youngest grandchild by a wide margin, Kaden had always been the one left behind when the others ran off to hunt. His grandmother, a human, had kept young Kaden busy preparing food for when the others returned. When she’d died last year, he’d vowed to keep his promise to her and follow his passion. The rest of his family had thought he’d lost his marbles. None of them would stand in his way, but they didn’t outwardly support him either. He had to do this to honour her. Still looking respectfully to the side, he could only hear the manager come forward.
“The alpha’s rules are anyone can try an occupation they feel capable of, so I’m willing to give you a chance. Here.” A green band appeared in Kaden’s line of vision.
Heart pounding, he grabbed at the bracelet knowing the colour indicated that Kaden now belonged to the kitchen group.
“Th-thank you, sir.” Smiling widely, he slid it over his hand and onto his wrist. A rush of excitement burned through him. He’d successfully made the first step. Nana would’ve been proud.
“Go over there and peel potatoes. We’ll see what you can do.” Denel pointed to a mountain of potatoes near a sink in the corner.
“Thank you, sir.” Kaden eagerly rushed over to his assigned job. He didn’t care what the manager wanted him to do as long as he could work in the kitchen. Sitting down on a stool, he quickly set to peeling.
“You’re new here, aren’t you?” a strange voice asked nearby.
He looked up to see that an omega had approached him while he had been focused on daydreaming and potato peeling. The man was thin with a long scar on one cheek, brown eyes and thick black hair pulled back in a ponytail.
“Yeah, I started today.” Kaden smiled, the joy spilling out of him.
He peeled several potatoes before he realised the other man was still watching him.
“I’m Conley,” the omega offered his hand.
“Kaden.”
They shook hands.
Conley picked up a potato peeler, then grabbed a spud. Without bothering to ask, he started peeling. “I generally help out a bit everywhere around here,” he explained as he expertly separated the vegetable from its skin. They worked in silence for a bit until Conley asked the question Kaden knew he’d be answering for years to come.
“Why would a gamma want to peel potatoes instead of having hot sex with the beta wolves?”
Conley didn’t appear to have any of the attitude that Kaden had experienced from other wolves. So Kaden sighed and prepared to explain. Conley would be his first attempt at discussing his goals with a non-family member. Maybe a stranger could understand better than his family.
“It’s not that I have anything against sex, but I’ve dreamed all my life
of being a cook. It’s my first love.” Sex with someone sounded good but Kaden hadn’t found the right person yet.
Conley shook his head. “I’d rather be having hot sex with the betas.”
Yeah, a stranger didn’t understand any better. “Then why don’t you?” Kaden hated this sort of conversation. He might be predisposed to being a gamma but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have other goals. He hated being pigeonholed.
“I’m not pretty enough to make the cut. Not like you—they’d snatch you up in a heartbeat.” Bitterness coated Conley’s tone but the man’s expression wasn’t unfriendly when Kaden gave him a cautious look.
Kaden shrugged and reached for the next potato. “If I found the right guy I’d be open to sex. I guess I just don’t have a very high sex drive. I’d rather cook.” He’d heard of some gammas who couldn’t get enough of being touched or having sex. There was nothing wrong with that, but it wasn’t him.
“Huh.”
Conley dropped the subject and their discussion moved on to their families and the state of the pack.
“Alpha Gage is a strong leader. You’ll like it here.”
“I hope so.” His research into the local packs had led him to pick Gage. There were three packs in the area to choose from, even though his unaffiliated family didn’t approve of him joining any of them. But the werekin soldiers needed support in the war and everyone knew an army moved on its stomach.
The pair worked in tandem until all the potatoes were peeled.
“Good work.” Denel nodded at the pile of vegetables. “Now make me a soup with all those potatoes and show me what you’ve got.”
Pleased to have some cooking to do right away, Kaden turned to Conley. “Could you cook me up a couple pounds of bacon?”
“Sure.” A wide smile crossed Conley’s face as he rushed to do as Kaden asked. He had a feeling the omega was one of those wolves who was happier when told what to do. Kaden could sympathise. It was nice to know your place.
* * * *
“Harder, oh yeah, right there.”
Gage Sommerton thrust into the hard body beneath him, giving his lover the pounding he’d demanded.
The smell of lust filled the room as Gage struggled to keep his grip on his mate’s sweat-slicked body.
“Come,” he demanded. His lover’s body jolted at Gage’s command, giving up his release and pulling Gage’s orgasm along with him.
Exhausted, Gage slid out of his lover and toppled to the side.
“We’ve got to find your mate before we kill each other,” he muttered even as his heart ached at the thought.
Russ Smith, Prime Beta of the Winston pack, looked over his shoulder at Gage. “I know. But hell, Gage, I checked out all the gammas in the barn. Not one of them called to me.”
Gage closed his eyes against the familiar rush of pain. In a rare quirk of fate, although Russ was Gage’s mate, he wasn’t Russ’. The man who held Gage’s heart still sought the one to complete him. After two years, it had become apparent that Russ couldn’t give up on finding a mate of his own. As much as it hurt to see his mate want another, Gage would have done anything to stop the constant pain that appeared in Russ’ eyes when he saw other mates together. He didn’t doubt Russ loved him, but his mate didn’t yearn for him like he would a mate of his own.
Slapping Russ on the ass, Gage climbed out of bed. “Come on—let’s take a shower and get some dinner.”
* * * *
Sitting down at the head table, Gage looked over his pack. Everyone looked healthy and happy, or as well as they could during wartime. The battle currently ran in their favour and spirits were high. His stomach growled as the food carts started rolling out.
The stillness of his mate’s body alerted him to trouble.
Gage scanned the room but nothing jumped out at him as different. “What’s wrong?” he asked in a low tone.
“It’s him.” The note of wonder in his lover’s voice raised Gage’s hackles.
“Who?”
“My mate.”
Gage’s vision snapped to where Russ’ eyes were glued to a slim wolf pushing a food cart. His silvery blond hair glowed like a shimmering curtain in the dim dining room light.
Beautiful.
Gage snapped out of his admiration to ask. “Are you certain?”
“Oh yes, can’t you smell him?”
Gage took a deep breath. The scent of wild flowers and honey reached his nose.
“That’s your scent?” Every man’s mate smelt like his perfect scent. Gage’s heart sank as he realised that he smelt wrong to the man he loved.
Gritting his teeth, Gage waited until the man Russ truly wanted approached. Holding his composure challenged his wolf, especially while his mate was pumping pheromones into the air like chimney smoke.
“Good evening, Alpha Gage,” the smooth tenor of the gamma’s voice soothed Gage’s wolf. His inner beast settled immediately, happy to listen to the young man.
“Good evening. What’s your name? I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before.” Not to mention the kid was awfully young to be working the kitchens.
With shaking hands, he placed a bowl of soup on the table before Gage. “I just joined. I’m Kaden.” He flashed Gage a nervous smile, his eyes lowered, as if worried the alpha would bite.
“What am I having?” Gage asked, wanting to hear the kid speak again.
Kaden’s eyes, a startling grey, warmed as he looked up at Gage and talked about his food. “I made a baked potato soup with bacon, sour cream and chives.” Dimples popped into each cheek giving him an adorably gamin expression.
“You made this?” Russ asked, breaking into their conversation and drawing Kaden’s attention away from Gage.
Kaden shot Russ a quick glance. “Yes, sir.”
Oh, the kid had unknowingly hit one of Russ’ hot spots. He loved a submissive man…which made his relationship with Gage that much more difficult.
“I’ll take a bowl,” Russ said.
Kaden gave Gage a graceful bow before moving on to the prime beta. Those same slim hands placed a bowl in front of Russ, no longer shaking. Gage felt an odd spurt of resentment at the loss of the gamma’s attention.
Russ immediately ate a spoonful. “Excellent job, Kaden. I’m Russ, by the way.”
Holding out his hand, the beta shook hands with the chef. Kaden’s eyes widened at the contact. “Th-thank you.”
Gage could practically feel the young man vibrate from nerves as Russ leant down and kissed the back of his hand.
“I-I’ve got to feed the others.” The little gamma rushed off to finish serving his soup.
Russ leant back in his chair. He scooped up another spoonful as a pleased expression crossed his face.
“Still think he’s the one?”
“I know it.”
For the first time Gage could remember, the underlying tension always running through Russ had vanished. Despondent that he wasn’t the one responsible for the change, Gage ate some more soup.
“Damn, this is amazing.” At least he would be well fed in the future. Maybe it would help temper the pain of his heart being ripped out of his chest. Gage watched the gamma as Kaden passed out bowls of soup. Three omegas followed behind him with the rest of the dinner. Gage didn’t give them or the food they presented much attention. He lingered over the potato soup as if he could feel the gamma’s soul in his food.
“What are you going to do?” He couldn’t look at his mate. He didn’t want Russ to see Gage’s sorrow, not on the happiest day of his life.
“Hey…” Russ called to him, his voice unusually gentle.
Gage took another sip of soup.
“Look at me.”
The imploring tone had him turning to face his mate. Fury stung him hard like an angry bee. “What do you want from me? My blessing? To tell you I’m fucking happy for you?” He tossed his spoon into the empty bowl and stood up. “Fine. Enjoy yourself and have a fucking good time.”
Gage walked away fro
m the table and stalked out of the room.
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