Feral Passions - Complete

by Kate Douglas

  Chelo nodded, though she still didn’t look convinced, but she went about closing down the shop. Elle called Tuck, and when he answered she laughed. When Chelo came back into the office, she caught Elle heading out to the showroom. “He’s outside. Been sitting in the truck waiting for me. He’d already scented you and knew I was with a shifter, so it’s been driving him nuts. I figure that’s a good thing to do to my man every once in a while.”

  She waited while Chelo locked up the shop. Tuck was leaning against the hood of his pickup but pushed away from the truck and walked across the road to meet them. He winked at Chelo and then grabbed Elle up in a very hot hug and a kiss.

  It always happened this way when she and Tuck had been parted for even a brief time, though not usually in front of someone who was essentially a stranger. Blushing furiously, Elle finally broke the kiss. When she glanced at Chelo, the other woman was smiling.

  “That’s the way it’s supposed to be, right?” Holding out her hand, she shook Tuck’s big mitt. Her fingers disappeared in his grasp. “I’m Consuela de los Lobos. It’s very nice to meet you. Please, call me Chelo.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chelo.” He glanced at Elle, and she nodded. They’d only been mated a short time, but already it was as if they read each other’s minds. “Are you able to come out to Feral Passions with us now? And don’t worry, one of us will give you a ride home.”

  “I guess now’s as good a time as any.”

  Chelo didn’t sound all that certain she believed what she was saying, but then Tuck smiled at her, and Elle wanted to hug the big man when he laughed. “Don’t worry, Chelo. I know it’s got to be scary, coming into a strange pack’s territory, meeting the alpha and the rest of us, but it’s a good pack, and I know they’re going to be really excited to meet you.”

  Opening the back door on the club-cab pickup, he cleared some boxes and a cat carrier off the backseat, brushed the leather seat to make sure the dust and papers were cleared away, and then helped Chelo into the cab. “Sorry,” he said with a quick glance at Elle. “Elle’s always telling me my housekeeping is impossible. I don’t think she means it as a compliment.”

  “I don’t,” Elle said, climbing into the front passenger seat. She fastened her seat belt but turned around to look at Chelo as Tuck pulled away. “But you have other redeeming qualities so I plan to keep you, anyway. If it’s okay with you, Chelo, I want to call the pack office and let them know we’re coming in with a shifter. This isn’t something you want to spring on the guys, but it’s merely a formality. We’ll bring you back after you meet everyone, or I’m sure we can find a place for you to spend the night if you want to stay.”

  Chelo looked a bit dazed. Blinking rapidly, she nodded. “Thank you. I apologize if I seem a bit out of it, but this is more than I’d hoped, to meet other shifters somewhere, to have the chance to plead my case and not immediately be run out of their territory. Or worse.”

  Tuck glanced over his shoulder after he pulled onto the main road. “I can guarantee that’s not going to happen. We’re a small pack, but we look out for each other. We’ve managed to avoid a lot of the issues that bedevil other packs. Strong leadership is the reason. You’ll like Trak. He’s one of the best.”

  Trak scooted his chair into the shade on the deck and looked over the paperwork Cherry’d dropped on the table in front of him. She’d been such a find—the girl was a whiz on the computer and seemed to grasp everything about how to successfully run and promote a business like Feral Passions. She’d already put together plans for a new Web site should they decide that the wedding destination concept was the direction they wanted to take.

  Plus, she kept both Brad and Cain smiling all the time, something any alpha enjoyed seeing in his pack. The phone rang inside the lodge. He waited to see if Cherry would take the call and relaxed when she did. But a moment later she was standing out here on the deck, handing the phone to him.

  “It’s Elle,” she said, but she was smiling, so it couldn’t be anything too bad.

  He held the phone to his ear. “Trak here. What’s up?”

  “Tuck and I are coming in with a female shifter who’s left the Rainy Lake pack from northern Minnesota. Just wanted to let you know we’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”

  His heart actually seemed to skip a beat. Women never left packs. What could have sent her here? Was she leaving her mate? Running away from a bad situation? He didn’t know much about the Rainy Lake pack. They summered on the Canadian side of the border, came south to an area southeast of International Falls in the winter. A tough breed of wolves who clung to the old ways, from what he’d been told. He wasn’t really sure—he’d never met any of them.

  Well, he was about to.

  “Excellent,” he said, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake. He’d have to trust Tuck and Elle on this one. “Please tell her she has my permission to enter pack territory.”

  “Will do. See you in a bit.”

  He got up to take the phone back inside to Cherry. Both Brad and Cain were in her office, and the three of them were laughing when he handed the phone over.

  Cherry took it and set the thing back in its cradle. Then all three of them stared at him.

  “What?” he said, folding his arms across his chest.

  Cherry laughed. “We heard your conversation, you know. It sounds as if it’s a female shifter we’re waiting on. I’m just wondering if I’m going to have to take back my ‘last man standing’ comment.”

  This he could handle. Trak merely shrugged, as if he hadn’t already had the same thought himself, though he’d never admit it. “As Cain can tell you, whenever any wolf leaves their pack there’s some kind of trauma involved. We don’t know anything about this woman, why she’s a rogue, how long she’s been on her own, what the circumstances are that brought her here. Once we find out, see what she’s like and if she wants to stay, what she’ll need to help her assimilate into our pack, then you can start teasing me. But not until, okay? I don’t want to do anything to add stress to a woman who’s already in a stressful situation.”

  Cain hugged Cherry close. “Trak’s right. When I joined this pack, I was literally at the end of my rope. Trak made it work, when I’m sure a lot of the guys would rather have had me just go away.”

  Trak laughed. “Including me, more often than not.” And there were still days, but … “The thing is, Cain, when someone saves your life, it’s really poor manners to treat him like a pariah.”

  Cain’s green eyes twinkled. “There is that.” He glanced toward the door. “Is that them already?”

  Trak spun around. “Shouldn’t be. Nope. Looks like Evan’s truck. Crap. He’s got Darnell, and she has no idea what we are. Make sure none of you slip. Pass the word. Cherry? Call Elle and warn them. I forgot to say anything. And if Darnell is still here when the wedding happens, we’re going to have to have a talk with Meg and Zach, too.”

  As he walked back outside to meet Evan and Darnell, Trak heard Cain’s soft comment to Brad. “It looks like things are going to get a lot more complicated at Feral Passions this week.”

  Chuckling, Trak held his arms out for a hug from Darnell. Cain was right, but one thing he’d learned about this resort. At Feral Passions, nothing was ever boring.

  CHAPTER 3

  They’d gotten word out to the entire pack just in time. Trak heard Tuck’s big truck coming up the drive and glanced at the group up on the deck. It didn’t take long for Trak’s pack to come up with a reason for a party, especially since the women had joined. The end of a successful season in the resort business plus Darnell showing up were both good reasons to break out the margaritas and munchies. Christa and Steph, Cherry’s sister and her girlfriend, had just arrived but already had drinks in hand. Cain had a towel around his waist, playing the proper bartender and pouring refills for Darnell and Cherry. Jules had walked down to Growl to get Drew, Manny, and Lawz.

  And Evan? Well, Evan looked as if he’d finally found his slice o
f heaven in a cute little Hollywood makeup artist who seemed awfully comfortable—not only with Evan but also with the folks who’d shown up to greet her. She already knew most of them, and there wasn’t a shy bone in her body, as far as he could tell. But the best part? Evan.

  Evan had a blissed-out expression on his face, sitting beside Darnell, his beer untouched, his smile unwavering.

  Trak envied him. He wasn’t sure if he was looking forward to the next few hours or dreading it. A rogue female wolf. He’d never heard of such a thing, but he trusted Elle and Tuck. He’d decided to close the bar, since the party was obviously here at the lodge, and figured Growl would be the best place to have a talk with the woman. Consuela de los Lobos. He’d had Cherry do a quick search for her, but she hadn’t had time to go very deep. There’d possibly been a flower shop in Washington State, but they’d find more out once she arrived.

  He was definitely curious to hear her story, and a little apprehensive as well.

  He couldn’t let any of the guys pick up on that—alphas were never supposed to show any weakness, though his pack had certainly rallied round when he’d been recovering from that bullet wound. Still, the last time he’d brought a new member into the pack, it had been Cain Boudin. For many years, that had not gone well. He remembered it like it was yesterday, even though it happened back in 1948, shortly after Cain got out of the military. He’d served honorably with the U.S. Army in Europe during World War II, but Cain wasn’t welcome back to his home pack where he’d challenged his alpha when he’d still been a cocky young man with more balls than brains.

  The alpha had graciously spared Cain’s life with the caveat that he get the hell out of Idaho and never come back. The army took Cain first and then Trak had taken him in, but he and Cain had never gotten along well, something that only Cain, and possibly Brad, understood.

  Cain was an alpha. A much stronger alpha than Trak, who had feared for years that one day the younger wolf would challenge him and most likely win. Instead, Cain had saved his life this summer when Trak was shot by poachers. And finally, in that single selfless act, Cain had convinced Trak that what he’d been saying all along was true—he might be a powerful alpha, but all he wanted was a home with Brad Martin, the man he loved, and the woman they both adored and shared as their mate.

  Trak hoped this rogue wouldn’t be as big a pain in the ass as Cain still managed to be, though at least he didn’t drive Trak batshit crazy the way he had for so many years. In a way, it was nice to have the understanding they now had, though it was hard to break the habit of blaming Cain for everything.

  Trak was going to have to think about that for a while, but right now he needed to walk out and meet a woman with the potential to become another new member of their pack.

  Chelo sat in the truck as Tuck and Elle climbed out, but she waited. Waited and watched the man coming down the steps from the deck that surrounded a beautiful lodge, walking with the easy, sexy swagger of an alpha in his prime. He was absolutely beautiful. Even at this distance she felt his power, felt the alpha strength of him merely sitting here, inside the truck, so scared of what could happen that her knees were knocking.

  She remembered a young man coming to their alpha, asking for sanctuary. It was a right that every rogue had, to go to a pack alpha, immune to injury while they asked for permission to stay as part of the pack. The rules were that you could not be harmed, that you had the freedom to leave should you not be welcome.

  Jorge, her mate, his brother Rube, and their alpha had torn the poor kid limb from limb. She’d had to stand there, her knuckles jammed in her mouth to keep from screaming as they killed without mercy, turning his death into blood sport while the women and their young watched.

  She was almost sure that wouldn’t happen to her, but she couldn’t get that horrifying visual out of her head. Then Elle reached for the door handle, opened the door, and Tuck held out a hand to help her down. Trembling, Chelo took his hand and stepped carefully out of the truck.

  They were all such large men, these shifters. The men of her pack were big, though not as tall. Broader in the shoulder, thicker bodied—brutes, every single one. Even Tuck, for all his size, was a handsome man. There was nothing brutish about him.

  Neither was there anything brutish about the one who was their alpha. He was absolutely gorgeous. Refined, almost regal looking. She’d never seen a man like him, standing there smiling at her, as if waiting to see what she would say. Except she couldn’t say anything. It was as if her jaws were locked.

  Thankfully, Elle seemed to realize something was wrong. Smiling, she took Chelo’s icy hand and rubbed it between her warm palms. “Trak, I want you to meet Consuela de los Lobos. She wants us to call her Chelo.”

  Trak held out his hand. He was smiling; his dark eyes actually seemed to reflect his humor. Trembling, Chelo slipped her fingers into his hand, and the oddest thing happened.

  Her trembling stopped. Immediately.

  “Welcome, Chelo.” He glanced at Elle. “Darnell arrived just ahead of you folks, and the party is already rolling. I thought maybe I’d introduce Chelo to the group and then we can go down to Growl where it’s quiet.” Gently, he tugged her around to his side. “Chelo, the young African-American woman at the left end of the table is human. She has no idea who or what we are, so please be circumspect whenever you interact with her.”

  Elle laughed. “From the look on Evan’s face, I don’t imagine Darnell’s going to be human much longer.”

  “I have a feeling you’re right.” Trak grinned. He had a beautiful smile. “Lucky bastard.”

  Chelo wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but Trak was still holding her hand. She couldn’t take her eyes off their clasped fingers. His grasp was strong, but so gentle. She couldn’t recall any gentleness. Not since she’d been kidnapped by the man who raped and then mated her back in 1930.

  “Elle and I are going to head on down,” Tuck said. “I could really use a cup of coffee.”

  “Sounds good. Get a pot going. Chelo and I will be there in a couple minutes.”

  Tuck waved and, taking Elle by the hand, walked back the way they’d driven in. Chelo watched them go, envious of the obvious bond they shared. She’d never seen that. At least not among any of the shifters she’d known.

  “C’mon. They won’t bite.” Trak tugged gently, adding softly, “And neither will I.”

  Chelo followed him up the stairs. She was so relieved that he didn’t let go of her hand, so afraid she’d start trembling all over again, and she didn’t want to do that. She was tired of being afraid.

  “Everyone. Heads up. I want you all to meet Chelo. She’s a florist in Weaverville and we’re hoping she’ll do the flowers for Meg and Zach’s wedding next week. Chelo, you’ll get to know all these reprobates before too long. They’re basically harmless.” He named off everyone at the table, though Chelo knew she’d never remember all their names, but they were all smiling and so nice she wasn’t sure how to behave.

  She hoped she said all the right things, but she was really nervous. She didn’t know how to act anymore around decent people. Would she ever have a normal life again? She glanced at the alpha. He smiled back at her and tugged her hand, said good-bye to the ones at the table.

  Then, still holding her hand, he led her down the stairs and back down the road she, Tuck, and Elle had just driven in on.

  She felt so relieved, she had to remember to breathe.

  This was nothing like the Rainy Lake pack. Nothing at all.

  Chelo wanted to stay. She wanted to stay so badly she was ready to beg for the privilege.

  Evan watched Trak head down to Growl with the little shifter in tow. He’d been absolutely shocked when Trak introduced her as the florist. Obviously the man knew she was a shifter, but with Darnell sitting here sipping on her margarita it wasn’t like he could announce it to them.

  Evan wished he knew her story. She seemed like such a timid little thing, and she had to be rogue to be here in their ter
ritory without a pack. Trak would let them know when he could. That was one thing about this pack. They really were more of a democracy. Unusual among werewolf packs. Generally the alpha was the supreme commander of his pack. He wielded the power of life or death over each of the members.

  Trak wasn’t like that, thank goodness.

  Darnell’s fingers wrapped around Evan’s wrist and she leaned close to whisper something. He tuned out the others at the table. “Cherry asked me if I wanted to stay in one of the cabins.”

  She glanced away, like she was checking to make sure no one was listening. Evan wasn’t about to tell her that with their werewolf hearing she might as well have been using a megaphone. “I’m probably being pushy, but I was really hoping to stay with you.”

  He nuzzled the soft skin just under her ear and wished he’d kissed her earlier when he’d had the chance. Having her this close to him, breathing in her scent with every breath he took, was killing him. “Since I’m really hoping you’ll stay with me, I figure we’ve got that covered. My cabin’s not far from Growl. We’ll take the truck down later tonight, so you don’t have to unpack your stuff until we get settled. You okay with that?”

  Darnell nodded, but her stomach actually clenched. She’d known from the first moment she saw him out by her car that she’d be in Evan’s bed tonight. Wasn’t that what she’d wanted all along?

  Hell, yes! She’d wanted it badly enough to blow off a decent contract for an upcoming film, pack her suitcase, stop the mail, and leave town. She’d never done anything like this in her life, but she had to know. There was something about Evan, something that hadn’t let her forget him. Something that, even now, merely sitting beside him, had her more aroused than she could recall. She’d fantasized about him every day, every night, since the first time she saw him.

  The time to second-guess herself was over.

  Trak tried to remember the last time he’d walked along a country road holding a girl’s hand. Maybe he never had, but for whatever reason, Chelo’s small hand in his much larger one was the most erotic experience he could recall. She’d been trembling—obviously terrified—when he first took her hand back by the lodge. Within seconds, the trembling had ceased.