by Cara Adams
Werewolf Castle 2
Two Wolves and a Builder's Daughter
Werewolf shape-shifters Brody Dietrich and Roman Meyer “borrow” a gigantic yellow tractor-scraper to stop the SUV following their Alpha. Leonie Baum’s father owns the vehicle, and she is not happy. But the board of directors say a woman’s place is not in construction, so Leonie’s career has come to a grinding halt anyway—just like the construction vehicle.
With the death of the Supreme Alpha of Europe, the werewolf packs are vying to take control. Roman and Brody just want to go home to Werewolf Castle in the mountains, but their Alpha loans them to the Alpha of Vienna. At least this means they have time to get to know Leonie a little better despite their dramatic first meeting. They invite her on a hot air balloon flight, which they all enjoy, but their erotic sessions stop dead when they arrive for their first day of work and learn who their supervisor will be.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 35,957 words
TWO WOLVES AND A BUILDER’S DAUGHTER
Werewolf Castle 2
Cara Adams
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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TWO WOLVES AND A BUILDER’S DAUGHTER
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
About the Author
TWO WOLVES AND A BUILDER’S DAUGHTER
Werewolf Castle 2
CARA ADAMS
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
Brody Dietrich stared down at the joystick and pushed it forward. If only this was an Xbox or a PlayStation he was sure he could do far better than he was managing right now. Nevertheless the huge construction vehicle was going in the direction he wanted it to, which was some kind of bonus, he supposed. As long as he timed it just right.
Roman Meyer was sure the black SUV was chasing after their Alpha and it had to be stopped. Roman was riding a motorcycle following both the Alpha and the SUV, giving Brody a running commentary via an earbud plugged into his cell phone, of where they were and where he, Brody, needed to be when the SUV reached him. He’d have only nanoseconds to push it off the road and into the ditch and it wasn’t like the huge yellow tractor scraper would be maneuverable enough to chase after the SUV and have a second attempt if he fucked up the first one.
Sweat was pouring down his back, making his one and only dress shirt stick to his hired suit coat. That was another thing. He was damn well going to have to pay a cleaning fee for the fucking suit as well as try to find bail money when he ended up in jail for doing this.
Brody inched the tractor scraper closer to the edge of the road. He didn’t want it so close it would alarm the driver of the black SUV but he was very aware of how much slower he’d be traveling compared to the other vehicle. He wiped his sweaty palms on his suit pants. Since he was going to have to pay a cleaning fee and since his shirt was soaked in sweat already and he couldn’t wipe his hands in it, there was no sense in risking his hand slipping on the joystick when his pants were right there to dry his hands on.
“Five cars.” Roman’s voice echoed in his earbud.
“Four.”
Brody placed one hand firmly on the joystick and the other on the steering wheel, one foot resting lightly on the accelerator, the other flat on the brake.
“Three…Two.”
Brody hit the gas a bit harder. The engine was already so noisy it wasn’t exactly a secret this machine was here.
“One.”
Brody took his foot off the brake and stomped with all his weight on the gas. He pointed the nose of the construction vehicle straight ahead and hoped to hell that he could do what was expected of him. What he had to do. What the Alpha required of him.
The yellow monster lumbered across the packed dirt beside the road. He could see the oncoming flash of black out of the corner of his eye and pumped the gas pedal up then all the way down. Pointing the nose of the vehicle immediately in front of the black SUV, Brody hoped the driver would expect him to stay on the dirt, not drift into the traffic lane.
He was almost too slow. The SUV was flashing past him as he clipped the back fender and pushed it off the road into the dirt. He took his foot off the accelerator but kept the giant yellow truck pressed against the SUV so it couldn’t easily escape from him.
The driver was trying to open his door but the impact of the construction vehicle hitt
ing the SUV must have buckled it as he couldn’t seem to force it open. A buxom blonde woman climbed out of the passenger door, followed by the driver, a man in an expensive-looking suit. Brody just had time to realize the woman was Kersten Pichler, daughter of the dead Supreme Alpha of Europe, when she unleashed a tirade of Austro-Bavarian at him. Although it wasn’t his native language, and nor was German, either, he understood enough to know his family history was being called into question. He had to suppose that was fair enough since he’d just damaged their car. But hey, he couldn’t think of any other way to prevent them following the Alpha, and the Alpha didn’t want anyone knowing where he lived.
“No one else is following them. I’ll turn around and be there in five,” came Roman’s voice in his earbud. Since this was a divided road, Roman having passed them, would have to go a couple of miles before he came to a legal place to cross to the opposite side of the road and turn back, then cross again to get back to where he was.
Brody wasn’t sure whether or not he should climb down out of the cab of the vehicle. The SUV driver looked like a big strong man. Well, likely he was a wolf, but either way, human or shape-shifter, Brody didn’t plan on having his nose broken or his ribs either. Jail was going to be tough enough to survive without him being injured as well.
But it was Kersten, who apparently tired of screaming at him in Austro-Bavarian, hitched her already far-too-short-for-a-funeral skirt even higher up her thighs and jumped up onto the bottom step of the construction vehicle. Brody just had time to snap the door lock down before she took the other couple of steps bringing her face level with his. She switched to German and continued yelling at him, her mouth only inches from his on the other side of the window. He could hear her perfectly, even over the rumbling engine of the tractor scraper, and he was beginning to think the words he hadn’t understood before must have all been swear words, judging by her language now. What she was saying was basically a long, long string of adjectives. All of which would have gotten him thrown out of class if he’d tried them at the University of Vienna where he and Roman were studying business.
Another car stopped. Oh shit! Not the police!
The woman who got out of it was blonde, but there her resemblance to Kersten ended. She stepped daintily across the dirt, and handed a business card to the man. In cool, clear tones she said, “He probably doesn’t speak German. These workers come in on short-term migrant workers’ visas to drive the machinery for us. Apparently he’s not as competent as he should be. I’m sorry you’ve been inconvenienced. Get your insurance company to send the account to us.”
Kersten had clambered down off the tractor scraper and was about to burst into words again, but the other woman stood beside the machinery where he could clearly see her and she said in Alemannic, “Return the vehicle to the compound. I’ll talk to you later.”
She spoke slowly and clearly and even though he knew little of the language her message was perfectly clear. Get the hell out of here now.
He really would have loved to know who she was and how she’d turned up, but leaving seemed to be an excellent idea. He moved the joystick into reverse and backed away slowly, enjoying the grinding sound as the SUV’s fender was ripped off. He continued reversing then turned the vehicle and headed back to the construction compound, driving on the dirt beside the road.
He tucked the earbud back into his ear, and hit the speed dial for Roman.
“Who the hell is she?” Roman asked.
“Fuck if I know, but I’m getting out of here as fast as I can.”
“Good plan. Ditch the monster truck as soon as you’re hidden from their sight and I’ll pick you up on the motorcycle and take you back to collect your own motorcycle.”
“What about the other construction vehicle we left on the other road in case the Alpha went the other way?” asked Brody.
“Oh, yes. I’d forgotten about that for the moment. It can stay there. I’m sure they’ll find it sooner or later. We need to get the hell out of this area and back to the university where we belong.”
Brody couldn’t argue with that idea. It sounded good to him. The University of Vienna was arguably the largest university in Central Europe and it was very easy for them to disappear among the more than ninety thousand students there. He drove about a mile then pulled the huge vehicle off into a cluster of trees. It wasn’t precisely hidden but it’d have to do. He left the key in the ignition, where he’d found it, and climbed down, highly relieved to hear the motorcycle coming toward him.
Ten minutes later he was reunited with his own motorcycle and the two of them obeyed the speed limit all the way back to the student neighborhood where they shared a room. Less than a minute after they’d parked their motorcycles, Brody realized he was about to get his wish and see the sexy blonde again as he recognized her car approaching them. And probably the inside of a prison. She stopped her car beside their bikes and climbed out standing with her hands on her hips.
“Would you care to explain what the fuck you were doing with my tractor scraper? My two tractor scrapers?”
* * * *
Leonie Baum didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It wasn’t even two in the afternoon yet, and already her day had gone from shitty to shittier. And that was before she saw some moron taking a half million Euro piece of equipment for a joyride.
The fact that said moron had turned out to be the prettiest piece of man candy she’d ever seen didn’t alter the fact at all.
At eight this morning her father had called her into his office to tell her the Board of Directors had refused point-blank to let her take on a management role in Baum Construction. Construction was a man’s world, they’d said, and no woman, even the daughter of the founder who’d been driving the heavy equipment on her school vacations since the day she was old enough to get her license, could be seen as knowing what she was talking about, or gain the respect of other construction companies or suppliers. “Go find a girl job” had been their message.
He’d followed that up by telling her, first, that two of their very expensive machines had gone missing from a construction site overnight, and second, to represent him at the funeral of some businessman she’d never even heard of. So she’d dressed in a black suit and silver jewelry like a girl, and signed the memorial attendance register as Leonie Baum, Baum Construction, predicting that she’d likely never use the title again after today.
Despite the misogynistic and outdated ideas of the Board of Directors, Leonie had learned a lot about construction over the years and not just in her academic studies. She’d worked in the company office for months at a time on her vacations since she was thirteen. She’d driven all the heavy equipment and knew how it worked and she’d spent endless days, even weeks, out on various jobsites with the—mostly male, she admitted—work crews.
Since she had no idea who the man was whose ceremony she was attending, and was almost half convinced it was just her father’s attempt to get her out of the way so she didn’t argue with him, she’d spent quite a bit of the time letting her gaze drift over the assembled crowd to see if she knew anyone. There were a few other business leaders she recognized, but the one thing that really caught her attention was that the front few rows were mostly filled with people who’d come from other countries. Their German was accented and it wasn’t because they were more comfortable speaking Austro-Bavarian or Alemannic either. English was spoken a lot, but so were French, Spanish, Italian, and a whole range of other languages she couldn’t identify. It was almost as if the dead man had been some kind of royalty.
She stared at some of the men in the pews. There were probably twice as many men as women present, and that was unusual as well. Most men who came to these events were accompanied by their wives. It was a social gathering after all.
She turned her head to the side and scanned the back rows of the church. It was a large building, likely seated four hundred people, but the place was filled and men were leaning against the back wall and the side walls.
The priests had even set extra folding chairs up along the aisles and behind the final row of seats.
Leonie’s gaze settled on a large man with black hair. She knew him. Oh, not his name, but the man was one who’d worked for her father for many years. He was a supervisor and assembled crews for her father when he needed extra helpers for a specific project. And he was a wolf. A werewolf shape-shifter.
Leonie closed her eyes and remembered. She’d been eighteen that summer and determined to get her license as a crane operator. She’d studied the handbook, and then climbed up into the crane one evening after the work crew had finished for the day. She’d been identifying all the various knobs and dials when she’d seen this man, with two others, walking across the work site and into the trees. Surprised, she’d sat still and watched. When she’d seen three dogs come out of the trees and run through the dirt of the construction site she’d thought the man cruel to have kept his pets chained up all day while he was at work. Except the man wasn’t with them. The dogs were alone.
It was an hour or more later when she was about to come down from her perch in the crane and demand that her father let her operate it now, and practice for her license, that she saw the dogs returning into the trees. Just minutes later three men appeared and walked to the parking lot, then left. She’d sat in that crane cab for hours trying to make sense of what she’d seen because the only answer that was logical was also insane. The men were the dogs.
She’d watched them night after night and everything always happened in exactly the same manner. So she’d gone online and started researching shape-shifters. Finally she’d decided that despite almost everything she’d read and heard, shape-shifters were real. And he was one of them.