BOX SET: Shifter 4-Pack Vol 2 (Wolf Shifter, Dragon Shifter, Mafia, Billionaire, BBW, Alpha) (Werewolf Weredragon Paranormal Fantasy Romance Collection)

by Candace Ayers

  Not that she needed to know that. Any endearments he conceived, he kept to himself, until he could tell them to her in the privacy of the woods or in the apartment they shared off-campus. Now, Professor Donovan shook out his shirt sleeve and glanced at the face of the watch she had given him for their first anniversary. They didn't have a date officially set for when they had started dating—as with most things, they counted in full moons.

  "You're late," he observed. Kira stopped beside him, and stood a little too closely as she pretended to scrutinize the hands of his watch. When she dipped her head, he was treated to the perfume of her hair, and a low growl of desire rose in his throat. While their situation—that is to say, their forbidden relationship—had certainly changed since her graduation, having her for his student teacher had ushered in a new set of all-too-familiar problems. With Kilman gone, there was no one who knew the true nature of their relationship… although he thought that Shannon Drieling, Kira's former roommate, probably suspected. They both thought it best to continue to keep their secret under wraps, at least for now. Some days were more trying than others.

  "If I'm late, what does that make you?" Kira's eyes flickered upward to fix him from beneath the frame of her glasses.

  "Fashionably late," Donovan answered easily. They were outside his old classroom, the classroom they now shared. Donovan pulled the door open for her, and Kira offered him a poised, polite smile as she entered first.

  It was the start of their first semester teaching together, and with the advent of the school year came a fresh batch of students. As Kira made her way to the table set up beside his desk, Donovan set his briefcase down and crossed to the board to write their names. Kira was already dividing a pile of syllabuses to pass around.

  "Welcome to English One-oh-One," he stated. The greeting was automatic by this point. He looped his name in big, bold letters on the whiteboard. "I am Professor Donovan, and this is my sidekick, Miss Bentley." He knew without turning back around that Kira would pull a face at that. She hated being referred to as the 'sidekick' or 'assistant' in their duo, but he would continue to milk the terminology for as long as she taught beneath him. If she wanted to get even with him later, well… Donovan certainly wouldn't mind being the one occupying a position beneath her for a change.

  "Would someone mind cracking a window?" He was certain it wasn't just the ferventness of his imagination that was making the room warm. One eager-eyed student toward the back complied, and quickly turned to work the window crank. A cool summer breeze blew in, fluttering Kira's papers, and carrying with it a familiar scent that froze them both momentarily to a spot.

  Kira straightened, and Donovan's gaze snapped upward over the rim of his glasses. Sitting beside the eager student was a fellow freshman, a boy—or at least, Donovan assumed he was a boy. The second student had his hood drawn so far down that his face could hardly be seen, and was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses that succeeded in hiding the remainder of his features. He was slumped forward across his desk, as if hoping his poor posture would help him escape detection… but there was no escaping the wild musk that the breeze carried with it, nor any of the other all-too-familiar symptoms.

  Donovan looked at Kira.

  Kira looked at Donovan.

  "This semester is about to get a lot more interesting," he muttered below his breath.

  The End

  DRAGON’S CLAIM

  STORY DESCRIPTION

  Zedekiah has inhabited his mountain for centuries. Long before the miner 49ers came to town.

  Now, brokering out sections to miners, he aims to blend with the townsfolk. Only, Zed harbors a dark secret. Revealed in rumors around town, whispers of the “monster of the mountain”, tales of screeching cries heard in the night.

  Paulette’s husband died on their journey west, just shy of reaching their destination. Paulette is left in a strange mining town with an infant and dwindling finances.

  For Paulette and Zed, a marriage of convenience is a perfect answer. A business transaction.

  Only, hearts have a way of following their own path.

  Can a young, widowed mother find love with a dragon intent on guarding the gold running through his mountain during the California gold rush of 1849?

  Chapter One

  Zed paced the length of the cavern, stone walls arching up around him, cool and damp.

  He knew it was well past time to go, that he would need to make his way out of the mines and back to town. But it was hard to leave the hoard he’d spent centuries protecting, monitoring, adding to. It was his, and his alone.

  And now this — the gold rush. People from all over the country — the world — arriving to pillage his mountains until they found their wealth and there was nothing left. It didn’t matter who they were taking it from. The Earth. A dragon. A man. It was all the same to them — as long as they walked out with what they’d come for.

  He took one more spin through the cave, pausing at the juncture that led back toward his prized possessions. He itched to go back. To watch them. Touch them. They were what got him through the day. Reminded him why he put up with the headaches of his brokering business.

  Zed had spent a lifetime protecting his treasures. When he wasn’t in the cave, he was at the office, leasing out other parts of his mountain, demanding a percentage of whatever the miners came home with, knowing he was earning back the smallest amount of what was already his while directing miners to places that held little of what the mountain had to offer. He supposed he should feel bad for requiring them to pay a monthly fee to use his property, knowing all the while that they would find little in their allotment.

  He supposed he should have — but he didn’t. After all, they weren’t looking to share the wealth either. Everyone was out for themselves. And, as Zed saw it, he was the only one actually losing in the deal.

  He had only memories of the hours, weeks, months, years he’d spent uninterrupted, at peace. Mornings and nights seeping into one another. But now he was reduced to this — a man denied his other form. His animal within struggled to be free, to clamber to the surface, to take control and reduce the man Zed to nothing more than a vague memory.

  Zed fought for tenuous control over the urge. His hoard, everything he cared about depended on his ability to keep his dragon suppressed. As it was, the people spoke of the “monster in the mines”. Zed had overheard their whispers about what they had heard, what they had seen silhouetted against the sky. Awe. Fear. Those were the moments he’d lost control and couldn’t keep the dragon at bay. He knew it was only a matter of time before his luck ran out, before his dragon would take control and he would never have the chance to turn back into a human.

  But sometimes, even that seemed preferable to living like this. Caught between two worlds.

  He emerged from the cave, the roses and golds of early dusk created a dramatic backdrop for the mountain side and the little town at its feet. The scent of pine was heavy and crisp. Zed was contemplating his fate when he came to the fork in the path that signaled he would soon be at base of the mountain path, and in just a short time, the edge of town.

  He heard the rustle before he saw them, not with his ears, but with every fiber of his being, a sense of ambush scurrying along his spine, dancing over his skin. Inciting his flight or fight response.

  But it was too late. They were on him before he could spin aound, before he could let his beast fly forth, his wings whipping into the night, his teeth on display, his flames ready to boil.

  And all it took was that first good hit, to send Zed to the ground, the fight slipping out of him before he’d even had the chance to harness it.

  In this body, he was only a man, and it was bound to be his downfall.

  Paulette brought the infant up toward her, inspecting her still sweet-smelling milky pale skin for any signs of illness.

  She couldn’t stop checking. It was almost compulsive. Even though she knew the babe was healthy. Beyond healthy. Perfect.

 
But she was all Paulette had left, and she wasn’t willing to lose her over something that could be prevented. Paulette was counting every penny, worried she would run out. Worried she would need something for Abigail she wouldn't be able to afford.

  The fear was a legitimate one. She'd watched others succumb to mere fevers, to infections that would have been easily overcome if they'd had the money for the treatments, for fresh food, the ability to rest and heal. The trip to California had been long, hard, and sorrow-filled.

  Paulette pulled Abigail closer to her, tucking her securely into the curve of her arm, drawing the blanket around her more tightly, unable to get over the small heft of her, how solid she felt in her arms.

  Things were going to have to change. With Robert gone there just were no other options. Here, she’d come all this way with him, striking it rich in the gold rush the one thing he seemed able to focus on. They’d left Boston in early spring. They’d spent another early spring en route. Abigail had joined them.

  They had been happy, all things considered, for people traipsing across the country, ill-equipped and with bad luck. And they had been so close to that next big step in achieving all their dreams and goals. Paulette could almost see the beautiful home they would have had, taste the sweet meats and freshly grown vegetables they would have endless access to.

  And then, in the cruelest of Fate’s tricks, with only a few weeks left in the trip, Robert had been crushed by one of the wagons in the small train as he and the other men struggled to repair it.

  And just like that everything was gone. Taken. Taken from her. And from Abigail. They had put everything they’d had into that journey. It had lasted longer than they’d thought it would. It had cost more than they had thought it would. They hadn’t factored in Abigail. There was nothing left, and Paulette and Abigail were alone on the West Coast, thousands of miles away from any family or help. There was no way to go backward. There was only forward, and she wasn’t sure how to go about moving in that direction.

  Paulette worried on her lower lip. She’d been doing it a lot lately. There were so many things to worry about, and working her teeth against her lip made it easier to forget that she had forgone the last two meals because she’d needed to buy milk for Abigail.

  She was running out of things to trade. If she wasn’t careful, the only thing she’d have left to barter was her body.

  She stared down into her sweet baby’s face. Abigail’s eyes were closed, her lashes little smudges of light brown wisps against the cream and peach of her face, her mouth working in her sleep, the littlest burst of a contented sigh escaping her as she burrowed one fist more tightly into her cheek.

  It couldn’t come to that. She knew prostitution only led to one place — illness and death. And without ever making it out of poverty, no doubt. She wouldn’t leave Abigail to that fate. With no one to raise her she would end up the same way, and that simply wasn’t an option. Paulette wouldn’t have it.

  But then, what were the options? She could look for work as a scullery maid or a house keeper, but Abigail would complicate things there as well. She had failed as a producer, so wet nursing was equally improbable. To darn or wash she would need to be settled in a place where she could bring in work. And this wasn’t a place filled with people looking for that kind of work.

  Of course, prostitutes were in fairly high demand here, miners on their own in their little caves most of the nights. Lonely. Frustrated.

  Yes, the prostitutes were quite popular here.

  She went back to chewing on her lip.

  She was running out of time. Time and options. If she waited much longer, there would be nothing left. There would be no choices for her at all.

  The wagon train had fractured from her, thrilled with their good fortune at having finally made it to their destination. They muted their joy when they were near her, conscientious of the fact that there was little joy to be had for her here, but nonetheless, they spilled from the group and off into their lives, little waves and that annoying jaunt to their step Paulette had tried to ignore.

  And Paulette was left behind, the little town barely a street wide or long, offering little to her.

  Chapter Two

  When Zed awoke he was alone, the dull throb across the back of his shoulders and head reminded him that he had been hit with something very hard. With a groan, he pulled himself up, taking a moment to regain his feet and let the world settle into an uncomfortable equilibrium. He was angered by the attack, frustrated by how easily overcome he had been. Shame and disgust flared inside of him.

  He raised a hand gingerly to the back of his head, exploring the tender flesh there, looking for more than just a knot. But his fingers came back bloodless, and he was thankful the men hadn’t been more successful with their attack. It was bad enough to have been a victim – he didn't want to imagine what it would feel like to have been significantly wounded in the process.

  He scowled into the blackness, unsure how much time had passed since he’d been intercepted, unsure why they had attacked him just to leave him where he lay.

  He’d seen just one face, out of the corner of his eye, before that block of wood had connected with the back of his head. The miner with the full beard streaked with blonde and white.

  The man tickled something at the back of Zed's mind, like he recalled a time a similar man had put him on edge, had eyed him suspiciously. He had overheard him telling the others that Zed was a cheat who kept the best of the mountain to himself. He couldn't remember the miner’s name or where to find him, but he was certain those impressions all stemmed from the same man, and he wouldn't have been surprised to learn a man like that was behind such an attack.

  Zed wasn't a cheat, despite what that man said, despite the grumbling he had heard from others. Everything he did was by the book, designed to give the miners what they paid for. Though, it was true, he supposed, that he kept the best of the mountain to himself. The mountain was, after all, his. Had always been his. The gold had always been his. Always. And here he had so generously let them have some of it. For a fee. But, even so. It wasn’t theirs to have.

  Every step jarred his skull in a way that made him think he wasn’t going to make it out of the office in the morning. But he wouldn’t know how bad it was until he made it inside and could examine himself in the light. See if anything was missing.

  But this night he had had nothing on him to take. His key slid into the lock, popping open the mechanism and flung the door open, not caring when the heavy pine bounced back off the wall, clattering loudly in the relative quiet of the early morning. Not caring, until a painful throbbing immediately set in the back of his skull.

  His watch was gone, he realized when he went to pull it from his pocket and check the time. They hadn’t gone away empty-handed after all. Bastards. Zed knew not every miner was a problem, but those certainly were. He would ferret them out – he had to if he wanted to be able to remain in relative safety, if he wanted to be able to maintain the delicate facade he had made for himself.

  It hadn’t been the first time he’d been singled out by men, and Zed was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the last. That miner had an evil edge to him, an extra mean glint in his eyes — he wasn’t going to stop until he was stopped. Zed had enough experience with humans to know that was the case.

  But stopping him was something Zed was willing to do. The time would come, he had no doubt, where it would be just him and that miner… and Zed hadn’t lost yet.

  The morning came early, and as Zed had expected, he wasn’t fit to start his day when he normally did.

  He slept little. Most of his kind were the same. They could certainly hibernate, but mostly nights were short. Rests were brief. Their recharge was intense.

  He lingered on the small sofa, his head still throbbing, every movement a fresh reminder that he hadn’t been on top of his game the night before. That was what happened when you allowed yourself to live closely to the humans.

  Anger welled within
him. He did not like to be made a fool of, and being assaulted on the mountain, giving no resistance, achieving no damage, falling to the ground like a felled tree, certainly counted as being made a fool.

  That man’s face was etched in his mind. He would know him the next time he saw him. There would be no mistaking him in the future, and there would be hell to pay then. That miner would live to feel Zed’s wrath.

  And would live not much beyond that.

  It was obvious that Zed’s current system wasn’t working. He couldn’t keep traipsing back and forth between the office and the mountainside He needed a better way to keep tabs on his hoard while still managing the office. What he really needed was a person to work the office while he kept his days and nights up on the mountainside.

  Yes, as the morning sun began to bleed into the muted light of afternoon, he was determined he would hire someone to sit behind the desk, to field the needs back at the office, and he would be able to go on almost as he had before this had all started — when it had just been him and his hoard, and that beautiful mountainside, untainted by the humans and their own special brand of greed.

  There was no choice, she reminded herself again, the word becoming ugly and monstrous in her head. She had never had any choice — why should this be any different.

  She paused in front of the little building with the embossed Broker sign hanging above the door.

  If anyone could point her in the right direction for a boarding house or work, it would be the town broker. She took one more deep breath of resolution, held Abigail close to her heart, and swung the door open.