The Wolf’s Mate Book Five: Bo & Reika
By: R.E. Butler
Copyright 2013 R.E. Butler
The Wolf’s Mate Book Five: Bo & Reika
by R.E. Butler
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
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Chapter 1
Reika plopped down on the couch next to her younger brother, Ben, and peered over his shoulder. He was glued to the eBook reader, a digital cookbook page displaying a vivid picture of a bubbling dish on the screen before him. He loved to cook and had taken culinary classes at Columbus State Community College. Ben worked at a greasy-spoon as a cook, but one day he wanted to work in an upscale restaurant. For now, he was also the family cook, which their mother was thrilled with.
“What’s on the menu tonight?” Reika ruffled his short black hair.
He patted down his hair with a scowl and then tipped the reader so she had a better view. “Spinach and ricotta manicotti.”
She looked at the dish, a cheesy, gooey masterpiece of pasta and sauce. It looked delicious.
“Cool. Can you make me a peach smoothie for dessert? You know I love them.” She grinned at him and stood.
“Isn’t it a little cold for icy drinks?” He looked out the window towards the snow that blanketed the yard. They lived in a suburb of Columbus, Ohio that had seen more than its fair share of snow this past January.
“Never too cold for peach smoothies, Bro.”
“They’ll have to be canned peaches, Sis.” His upper lip curled in disgust. To Ben, using anything except fresh produce was a culinary sin. Reika didn’t care. He was a master in the kitchen and could make even canned peaches taste amazing.
“You’ll make some woman a really great wife someday.”
“Oh, ha ha, Kiki.”
She enjoyed teasing Ben. Although they argued from time to time, they had a loving relationship. He was sweet, funny, and protective, even though Reika was almost three years older.
“Hey, I’m making your cake for tomorrow. What kind do you want?” he called to her as she walked towards the stairs.
Her steps faltered and she froze, her hand tightening on the pale oak banister. Her twenty-third birthday was tomorrow. Maybe they’ll forget about me, she thought.
“Chocolate.”
“You got it,” he answered lightly.
She knew Ben also remembered that Saturday wasn’t just her birthday, but he didn’t say anything more, and she was relieved. The less she thought about the noose that tightened around her neck, the better.
Her footsteps felt suddenly heavy as she made her way up the stairs to her bedroom. She had spent her whole life in this home. She loved everything about it — the vanilla candles her mother liked to burn, the scent lingering in the air long after they had been snuffed; the height marks climbing the wall in the pantry, marking Ben and her as they grew; and the bay window in her bedroom with the specially made pillow her grandmother crafted before the arthritis stole her abilities.
She pulled her sweater tighter around herself as she hugged her arms around her middle and sat down, pressing her forehead against the cold glass of the bay window.
Sixteen years had passed since the incident. Even though she had a fleeting thought that they might have moved on, she knew in reality they wouldn’t have changed their minds. Were-lynxes didn’t forget their debts.
Were-lynxes were the gypsies of the were-world. The Cullaga lynx clan had traveled through Central Ohio when she was seven and took over the wooded area surrounding Buckeye Lake. Reika’s wolf pack had been there for the Fourth of July, celebrating with a cookout, swimming, and boating. Reika’s alpha, Grim, had warned their people to stay clear of the lynxes, but little Ben had been only four and fascinated with the horses tied up around their camp.
He’d unintentionally opened the makeshift gate of the horse pen, and the king lynx’s prized Arabian had been injured when it escaped and had to be put down. Ben had been terrified. Hell, they all had been. Reika remembered when the lynx king brought Ben back to the area where the pack was enjoying the picnic, and Ben was white with fear. His small body trembled, and tears spilled down his cheeks. The king, Maurice, demanded payment for his horse — a horse he said was worth one hundred thousand dollars.
Reika’s family wasn’t poor, but they didn’t have a lot of cash laying around. She’d stood behind her mother, fearful for her brother, wishing she were old enough to shift into her wolf-self so she could rip off the rotten old king’s arm for touching Ben and making him cry.
The king suddenly noticed her as she peeked around her mother’s body. He lifted his head, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth, scenting deeply, making a strange, rasping noise that caused shivers to race down her spine. Her mouth went dry, her heart pounded in fear, and her knuckles turned white as she clutched her mother.
“You,” he said, pointing at Reika as she cowered behind her mom. “You are a qualfo, a healer wolf.” Looking at Alpha Grim, the king said, “We will take her. She will mate with my grandsons and produce a new generation of lynx-wolf healers.”
Reika didn’t entirely understand all that he said, but she knew that mate meant husband and wife and that her mother suddenly drew her into her arms and held her close enough that Reika could feel her shaking. The woman who had never been afraid of anything, now trembled in fear.
“No,” her mother hissed as her father came to stand with them. A growl seeped from his lips.
Alpha Grim snarled, “We do not give our children to become breeders. We will get you the money for your horse. Release the child, and be on your way.”
“You will give us the girl, or we will kill the boy.”
A young man, not more than twelve or thirteen, stepped forward and pulled a knife from his belt, pressing it against Ben’s throat. A line of blood trickled down Ben’s throat, and he whimpered.
The young lynx kept his eyes on Reika but said to Ben, “Hold still, little dog, or I might accidentally slit your throat before your pretty sister’s eyes.”
Ben then went very still, but his eyes widened and he bit down on his bottom lip, squeezing his little hands int
o fists as his body went rigid. Reika sobbed, burying her face in her mother’s shirt.
Reika’s father stepped forward. “We can work out an arrangement. I do not want to see our people come to blows over a simple accident.”
The king sneered. “Our people number two hundred.”
Reika knew what that meant. Their pack had less than sixty members. If the lynxes went to war with their pack, the wolves would lose. She could lose not only her brother, but also her parents and possibly her own life.
She tugged on her mom’s arm. She looked down at Reika. “I’ll go, Mama. I can’t let them kill Ben.”
Her mother dropped to her knees and hugged Reika tightly, sobs wracking her mother’s body. A shadow loomed over them, and when Reika opened her eyes, she saw her father’s face pulled taut with anger. “We’ll make sure they won’t come back for you until you’re an adult, honey. That will give us enough time to find a way out of this.”
“I know, Daddy.” Reika believed him. Her father had never lied to her, prizing honesty above all else. If he said they’d figure out how to free her from the lynxes, then she knew he would. Somehow.
She stood between her father and Alpha Grim, with her mother right behind her. The king lynx stood with three young men, including the one who held the blade to Ben’s throat, and the king introduced them as Josef, Eli, and Adam, his grandsons. They were tall and skinny, each with dirty blond hair that hung, matted, past their shoulders. Their clothing was worn and patched, and their fingernails looked like dirty half moons. The young men stared at her in a way that made her skin crawl. She wanted to run home and hide in her closet among the stuffed animals and dolls, but she had to be strong for her family and her pack. Her father said they’d figure it out, and his promise gave her strength to stand tall.
Alpha Grim and King Maurice talked with her father for a long time. The three boys never stopped leering at her, leaving her feeling nauseous and dirty. The summer before, she and her family had gone to a wildlife park and a giraffe had stuck its head in the window of the jeep they were in and licked the side of her face with its enormous, blue tongue. She thought that was the worst thing ever. But this — the way the young lynxes looked at her — was like getting licked by a hundred giraffes.
King Maurice wanted to take her when she turned sixteen, after she was able to shift for the first time, but her father and Alpha Grim angrily opposed that. Her father argued to let her have time to live her life and go to college, and finally, the lynx king agreed that she would be allowed to remain with her family until she turned twenty-three.
“Then it’s decided,” Maurice said finally. “The she-wolf healer will remain with her family and home pack until the sun sets on her twenty-third birthday. She will join our clan, willingly, and mate my grandsons and produce heirs.”
When Maurice released Ben, he ran right to Reika, and she hugged him tightly. As the lynx clan turned and sauntered away, the oldest, Eli, looked at Reika and said with a cold voice, “We’ll be seeing you … wife.”
Even now, sixteen years later, she got chills when she remembered the looks in their eyes — as if she was property, something to be used and passed around, and not a person. She was an apex, a she-wolf healer. She had come into her healing abilities at the age of sixteen when she shifted into her blue-black wolf form. All the women in her family were healers. In their wolf forms, their mouths secreted venom that could heal even the most severe injuries. They were prized as mates. The male who took an apex as a mate was lucky indeed.
But not the lynxes. They wouldn’t think they were lucky; they thought they were entitled to her. To use her body, breed her, force her. She had no illusions about her future with them. Her life with the lynx clan would be violent and bloody, like a waking nightmare she would have no hope of escaping.
Her cell beeped, signaling a text message. She opened it, delighted to finally have a solution to her problem.
From WAA: Saturday at 5 a.m., two guards will meet you at LSV AA Terminal; bring one bag only. They will wait no more than thirty minutes before they will leave without you. Tell no one.
Her heart pounded in her ears, and she closed her eyes as relief rushed over her. The Were-Animal Alliance, a secret underground group that helped wolves like herself out of impossible situations, would give her a new identity and relocate her to a safe pack far away from her troubles. She had never heard of them until she was in a camping store with her father last month. She’d left him to look over tents and had wandered over to a community bulletin board. Some of the notices were very old, pinned beneath other, newer papers. She rifled through the pages and cards, seeing notices for spring festivals, pets lost or found, community-wide garage sales from the previous summer, and then, buried under several advertisements for a local bar, one page caught her eye. Simple black text emblazoned the white page: Need Help? Text the Were-Animal Alliance.
Her heart stopped for a moment as she read the two sentences a dozen times. Help? What kind of help? Could they help her? Her father called her name. She jerked the page from the bulletin board and stuffed it into her front pocket, joining her father at the register. Hope bloomed inside her like a hidden ember in a long dead fire. There was a group out there that might be able to help her. She hadn’t felt hope in this way since her father had promised her all those years ago that he would figure out how to get her free of the promise to join with the lynxes. The page felt heavy in her pocket, as fear began to seep into her, twining with the hope and choking it like weeds on a flower. What if the WAA couldn’t, or wouldn’t, help her? Her heart raced as hope and fear battled together inside her, but hope won out. If the WAA was unable to help her, then she would run on her own.
Reika sent them a message immediately, terrified that her time was running short, and she would be forced to go with the lynxes. The WAA had contacted her through text messages after agreeing to take on her case. They promised to help her escape the situation and hide her. She had been waiting for final instructions and had worried, with her birthday so close, that she was not going to be able to escape.
Her parents had been desperate to find a way to break the promise to the lynx king, but she was bound to them in a blood-debt. The king had taken a drop of her blood and mixed it with drops from his grandsons, sealing the debt like a sacred vow. She could sometimes still feel the puncture of his claw in her fingertip. According to the lynx laws, the only way she could break the promise to the lynx males was if she found her truemate. By their laws, her truemate would have the right to fight for her, and only when he was victorious could he declare that she was his alone.
But she knew all about the lynxes. They were cunning fighters, ruthless when it came to possessing what they felt was owed to them. While her truemate was only one person, all three of the lynx males would fight him at the same time. A wolf could beat one lynx, possibly two. But not all three.
Even if she had found her truemate by now, she wouldn’t have put him through that. She wasn’t so selfish that she would find the one male meant to be hers just to send him to his death. She hadn’t ever actively looked for her truemate for that very reason. Unlike other she-wolves her age, she hadn’t gone to pack gatherings, bars where unmated males were known to hang out, or tried any of the shifter dating sites, hoping to find the one wolf who was perfect for her. And now...she was going to run. The WAA promised her a new identity, safety, and anonymity within a new pack.
The people who ran the WAA worked in anonymity, so she had no idea who they were or where they lived. The last few weeks had been stressful as she explicitly followed their instructions, which explained how she would escape without being found.
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That night, as her family was finishing dinner, there was a knock at the door. No one moved for several moments, until a second and then a third knock kicked her dad into motion.
“No, Dad, I should answer. It’s my responsibility,” Reika said, pushing her chair away from the table and standing. She
took a moment to tug on the cuffs of her sweater to give her suddenly trembling hands a moment to settle, but they only trembled more. As she walked to the door, she wondered if the lynxes were going to post guards around the home to make sure she didn’t leave, and the unexpected thought made her blood run cold. She felt her freedom slipping away.
Her dad followed her to the door, and she opened it, her heart pounding in her chest. A young woman stood on the porch, a white rose in her fingers. She wore the traditional clothing of the lynx females, a white peasant blouse and a full skirt.
“King Maurice wishes you a happy twenty-third birthday tomorrow, Reika Snow. You have twenty-four hours to say goodbye to your family. At sunset tomorrow, your husbands will be waiting for you. You may bring two bags.”
Reika took the rose, bile rising in her throat, and watched the woman turn and walk down the steps of the porch, down the sidewalk to the street, where a truck waited for her.
“Twenty-four hours,” her mother said sadly. “I had so hoped you might find your truemate, sweetheart.”
“I know, Mom.”
They spent the rest of the evening together, with a pall cast over what would have been a normally cheerful, casual evening. Ben had tossed the rose into the outside trashcan immediately, but its presence still lingered in the house like a ghost.
Reika had packed the night before, one duffel bag containing two changes of clothes, toiletries, and her dog-eared copy of her favorite book, The Princess Bride.
She prepared two letters. One to her parents to tell them she was leaving but would be safe from the lynxes, and that in the future, when it was safe for her, she would contact them. The other letter was for Ben, so he understood she didn’t hold him responsible for what had happened and that she loved him.
When the hour grew late, she kissed her family goodnight as she always did, taking a mental picture of her parents cuddled together on the couch in front of the fire and her brother as he made cinnamon rolls in the kitchen for tomorrow’s breakfast — his Friday night ritual. She struggled not to cry, not to say goodbye and tell them her plans. But it was far safer for them to remain ignorant of what she was doing.
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