Raber Wolf Pack Box Set

by Ryan Michele

  Table of Contents

  Raber Wolf Pack Book One

  Raber Wolf Pack Book Two

  Raber Wolf Pack Book Three

  ©Ryan Michele 2015

  Editing: Lea Burn at Burn Before Reading

  Proofreading: Julie Deaton

  Cover Designer: Melissa Gill at MG Book Covers (http://salon.io/mgbookcovers)

  Formatting: Cassy Roop of Pink Ink Designs

  This book is intended for mature audiences only. Scenes are not suitable for younger readers.

  Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products, bands, and/or restaurants referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  I have had a fascination with shifter book since I started reading. I love the strength and power they possess. The Raber Wolf Pack series hit me and I needed to write it. This is for all who love shifter books. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

  Acknowledgements

  Thank you to my amazing beta readers. All of you helped me so very much during this process: Lori, Lisa, Amber, Shasta, Emily and Sirenda.

  Chelsea, you are a God sent. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Words will never express what you have given me not only in help with the book, but as a true friend.

  Ena, thanks for putting up with my crazy ass.

  Melissa, thank you for the awesome cover and seeing my vision.

  Lea, thank you so much for everything that you do.

  Sinners, you are the most kickass group of women that I have had the pleasure of getting to know better. I have adored every moment of getting to know each and every one of you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your warmth and support of my Raber Wolf Pack men. I know you love my bikers and you have opened your arms up to my wolves. I can’t thank you enough.

  My family. I love you. Thank you for helping me with my dream and standing at my side throughout.

  About the Author

  Ryan Michele has a huge obsession with reading, which only came to life after her best friend said she had to read Twilight. After reading that series, her entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Not only was she sucked into new worlds and all of the wonderful words authors put down on paper, she felt the urge to begin to write down the characters that played inside of her head. In doing so, Safe was born. Then Wanting You, Ravage Me currently Seduce Me.

  When she’s not reading or writing, she spends time taking care of her two children and her husband, enjoying the outdoors and laying in the sun.

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  Wanting You

  LOOKING IN THE OVAL mirror of my great-great grandmother’s vanity, I pucker my lips then smoosh them together, making sure the shimmery gloss is perfectly distributed. Swiping the excess off with my index finger, I focus on my eyes, checking that every single one of my long, mascara-covered lashes are in place. I hate clumps that make me look like a freak.

  My ice-blue eyes are surrounded in a smoky gray shadow, and I used way too much eyeliner. Still, the effect turned out pretty hot, making my eyes the focal point of my face. A good thing considering I was initially going for the no-foundation look tonight, until the pimple on my chin told me that wasn’t going to happen. I tried just covering the spot and blending, but it looked like a caked mess of shit and I had to start all over. Of all the days for my face to blow up and sprout nastiness, it had to be today.

  My best friend Masie had talked me into sneaking out of the house for ‘the party of the year,’ or so she called it. I’m weighing a lot on tonight. If my father catches me, I’m screwed. To say he’s overbearing is an understatement. He’s protective to the tenth degree and keeps me firmly under his wing, but I know he does it out of love. But, most of the time it sucks. He scares off every male wolf that comes around. With him being Alpha of our pack, I have yet to find a male that will stand up to him when it comes to me. No one has had the balls yet. Pathetic really.

  The worst of it is, I’m horny. Seriously, I’ve gone without sex for way too long. Us wolves are sexual creatures and we crave that—no, need that release. I’ve masturbated so much I had to buy a new vibrator about a month ago. If I get laid at this party, it will be all worth it.

  Sure, my father will yell at me if I’m caught, but that should be the bulk of it. He’ll just be happy that I’m home and safe. So, I’m taking the risk.

  The distinct smell of my best friend floats through the air. “Bitch, are you ready yet?” Masie calls from the doorway of the bathroom, peeking her head in, knowing she didn’t surprise me. One great thing about being a wolf is our heightened senses—smell, hearing, and sight are extremely powerful. My father thinks we are hanging out over at Masie’s house for the night and he’s gone on pack business, so this works out perfect.

  “I’m coming, wench, hang on.” I run my fingers through my auburn hair. I added a few curls, which have softened into awesome cascading waves, flowing down to just above my waist. I give one more fluff before turning toward her.

  “Fucking shit, Zara. Hello! Bitch in heat, here.” She waves her hand in the air, laughter ringing in her voice, and I can’t help but join her.

  “I am. Let’s go.” Hell yes, I am, no argument here. I stand, adjusting my clothes in the full-length mirror. My bright blue, tight-as-shit skirt stops mid-thigh, and my black chiffon see-through top hangs off my shoulder. Underneath, I’m wearing a very boob-flattering tank that pushes my girls up for maximum cleavage.

  “Damn, girl, you have got to let me borrow that outfit. Not that my tits or ass would look as good as yours, but I want it.” Masie has been my best friend since birth, and she has given me shit about what she calls my ‘lush assets’ since I got them. I have tits and ass, big whoop. It means nothing. Not in our culture. Smell is the only thing that matters. If the person looks good, that’s a bonus.

  “Maze, you need to stop with that shit. You are beautiful so shut the fuck up.” Another line I’ve probably repeated about a zillion times over the course of our friendship. One thing that seriously pisses me off about my best friend is her opinion of herself. She’s always finding something wrong, when there is absolutely nothing there. It’s because she hasn’t found her mate yet. She’s twenty-three, like me, but all of her sisters—twenty-one, twenty, and ninetee
n—have already found their mates. With her being the oldest and not having found the one, it kills her inside. Masie thinks she has some defect that makes her scent unappealing. She’s dead wrong.

  Whenever we do go out, the males flock to her. They just don’t have the scent she’s searching for. And she looks hot tonight. Sexy black hair, sultry makeup. Her black skirt is the length of mine, but nowhere near as tight. Her long-sleeved top has cutouts on the shoulders, and a deep, plunging V in the front. It pushes her boobs up, too. I love it. She may not find her mate, but there’s no doubt she’ll get some.

  “I didn’t see anyone else here when I came in,” she states.

  “Nope, all away on pack business. We are sleeping at your house. No harm, no foul,” I reply, smacking my lips.

  “All right then, let’s go. We don’t want the good ones to be taken.”

  Hell, even if they have already screwed a female, it doesn’t mean they are done. Most male wolves can orgasm multiple times in the course of a night. Some can go multiple times in one session. Yes, please.

  “After you.” I grab my four-inch heels, black with shimmery blue at the very tip of the toe, and slip them on once we get down the two flights of stairs in my house.

  Tonight is going to be one hell of a night.

  LIFE IS SO FRAGILE, even for immortals. One night was all it took for mine to change.

  As pain surges through my body, I’m reminded of this very thing. Death would be better than this, but he won’t end me. I’m too important to his master plan. I didn’t want him to succeed, but as the months come and go in a blur of hurt and punishment, I feel myself doing the one thing I never wanted.

  Breaking. Bending to his will.

  On that fateful night I received my powers from the Heavens, when my Nana O told me that I was destined for great things, a higher purpose in this life, she didn’t mean this. She couldn’t have imagined that this would be my fate.

  I scream as the man who is supposed to love me pushes a long, steaming hot, metal rod into my stomach. The smell of my burning flesh enters my nostrils and pain floods every cell of my body. I wait, hoping for relief, but even as he removes the rod, it doesn’t come. If anything, it gets worse, more intense. The worst part of all of this is he can do this for the rest of eternity if he chooses. Death will never come for me.

  No, Nana O could have never meant this.

  IAN PULLS ME ONTO his lap, wrapping his arm protectively around me, as any mate should do. He even growls as one of the other wolves looks my way appraisingly. He should get an Oscar for his stellar performance. This one, though, is definitely above and beyond his call of duty. Nothing like my fake mate taking it to another level in order to impress.

  Alpha Ty and his Beta, Gregor, sit at the long, sleek wooden table in the conference room. I call him Alpha because father is too nice of a name for him. The pack enforcers are seated around the table as well, as I sit with Ian off to the side by the far wall. Here, but not here. Observing, but not part of the meeting. Not that I want to be. I’d love to be far away from this place, but that’s not an option for me.

  A mediator from the Wolf Council, which Alpha pays off, sits at the head of the table to preside over this sham of a meeting. One to supposedly create an alliance between the two packs, but it’s all a big façade. Nothing is as it seems, exactly like my life.

  The Ren Pack sits on the other side of the table, assessing each of our wolves, eyeing them with curiosity and suspicion. They should. Our Alpha has been calling meetings like this for the past couple of weeks, meetings that have only one conclusion—deaths, and none from our pack.

  Wolf packs are slowly dwindling, becoming non-existent, because our Alpha is taking out the highest wolves from each pack. While he’s here, the rest of the pack is at the Rens’ compound, completely wiping them out, killing everyone there. Leaving no one to report what my Alpha is doing. No one to warn others. Our kind is slowly meeting its demise, all at the hands of him.

  But that’s what he wants. To rule. Have power. All it is, is greed plain and simple.

  Alpha has always been power hungry, but only to the point of being the pack’s alpha. Never, while I was growing up, did he ever give any indication that being Alpha wasn’t enough. He was always around, teaching and prepping me for whatever my future might hold, and he always kept a close eye on me. He’s made sure that I didn’t stray too far from the pack. I thought that it was because he loved me. He was protecting me from all the bad in the world. But I was mistaken. Horribly so.

  I sniff the air and notice a subtle shift from light and fresh to dark and musty. One of our wolves is seated next to the Ren alpha, his lip twitching, his nostrils flaring in and out. Low growls rumble through the air around us, thickening the tension in the space. I lick my lips and taste the change in the room. It’s as if the once-breezy climate has swirled into a thunderstorm ready to erupt, and the warning reverberates through my body.

  My pathetic job is to use my gift, my ability to listen to other wolves’ thoughts, to find out if the Ren pack has reinforcements outside. Or if they even have a clue that they are about to be obliterated. Alpha looks over to me, brows raised expectantly. With a simple shake of my head, I silently feed him the answer he seeks. None of the other members of their pack are waiting outside; none of the men back at their home base have contacted anyone here for help, which means our other enforcers are cleaning up there. This is the moment I always dread. Each time I’m forced to do this, it’s a hard, black strike against my immortal soul. The darkness claws at my insides, but I can’t escape it. It’s a mark that can never be erased. A scar that will never heal. I should never have been put in this position. Ever. I fear there will never come a time when I can come back from it.

  “Challenge,” Alpha calls out, and arrogance and smugness drip from that one little word. Inside the other Alpha’s head is a mix of surprise and disdain, but no fear. Never show fear, that’s what Alphas do. “Outside,” Alpha declares, after a bit of a stare down.

  They file out, leaving me alone with Ian and the Councilor. If we are anywhere outside of the grounds of our pack, Ian or someone is with me to watch my every move, like I’d even try to escape. I’ve thought about it, don’t get me wrong, but there is no way out. The chains are too tight around my neck, tethering me to his will.

  I’d rather be dead.

  This is my life, my pathetic, miserable, unfulfilled eternity of life. I need to learn how to survive it because he told me he’d never allow me the peace of death. So, instead I am mated to someone who really can’t stand me and have learned to accept being a pawn for Alpha and the pack. It’s either survive and do as I’m told or… I shake my head from the thought as goosebumps rise on my skin. I can’t go back there, I won’t.

  I say nothing as I sit, quietly waiting for it to all be over so we can go back home. I use the term home loosely. I’m required to stay with Ian on my parents’ level of the main house. Ian and I share the same bed nightly and attend all pack functions together, including meal times. All packs believe that we are actually mates. I shake my head at the thought.

  “I said I’d do it.” My voice comes out raspy because my throat is so damn dry. I can’t remember the last time I had water. My entire body aches, even my fingernails and the ends of my hair. It’s been so long. So damn long.

  “Take this.” My father holds out a large yellow and orange pill. I stare at it, willing it to disappear. I just know that it’s poison, but not the kind to kill me, the kind to torture me. “I said take it,” he growls, less patient than a few minutes before.

  I’ve already decided my fate. With a shaky hand, I reach out and take the pill from his outstretched one, careful not to touch his skin. He holds out a bottle of water and I take it hungrily.

  “No!” he barks as I start unscrewing the lid, and I freeze. “The pill first, then you can drink the rest.” I lift the pill to my dry, cracked lips, and place it on my sandpaper-like tongue. I press the water to my
mouth and try to swallow the pill. I gag as it gets stuck in my throat, cutting off my air supply. “You stupid female. Drink!” he screams, and I do, dislodging the pill from my throat. I stare at him with the water still in my hand. I long to actually drink it, just to feel it going down my throat. That last sip didn’t feel like anything but more pain. “What are you waiting for? Drink.”

  I lift the bottle with both of my trembling hands, afraid that I may drop it. I can’t waste any of this water. I don’t have any idea when I will get more and dehydration is eating at me. I down the contents in a hurried rush, my stomach churning with it. Way too much, way too fast. I fear that everything I just drank is coming up hard.

  “You do not throw up,” he orders and I choke down the bile forming in my throat. Please stay down, please stay down.

  He leaves the room, only to come back a few hours later. I pray this will be the time that he lets me free. “You want to know what you just swallowed?” I don’t want to know actually, but it is not really a question; he’ll tell me anyway. “You now have a mate. With my pack. That pill will bind your scent to his, ensuring you smell like mates, and no one will dispute it. Now you can never fucking leave.”

  I want to cry, sob, and scream. I want to throw something at this monster. A mate. So, I’m stuck here. This can’t be true. It just can’t.

  “Don’t fight it, Zara. It’s done,” he says before turning and leaving the room again. I fall to the floor and curl into a ball, wrapping my arms around my legs. No…just no.

  It’s utterly disgusting the torture that Alpha continues to dole out on a daily basis. Like all of the other shit that he did to me wasn’t enough.

  The Councilor’s eyes focus on us as Ian’s hand trails up and down my thigh. I feel nothing. No spark. No want. No trembles. No tingles in regions that should have them. Ian’s hot—longish blond hair, deep brown eyes, muscular frame—but he doesn’t do anything for me. His smell is totally wrong and turns my stomach with each sniff. It isn’t even slightly enticing, and the farther his hand goes up the more I want to vomit. Neither Ian nor I can smell the mating, just everyone else around us.