“A home wrecker with bad manners, what a surprise,” Pearl cooed. “It’s to be expected from the town’s mutts.” Pearl smiled, obviously proud of her insult.
Grace didn’t react to the bait but she could see Anne’s hackles rise. Anne wasn’t the calmest wolf in the best situation but throw her into a closed room with Pearl and things could get out of hand. Grace stepped forward to pull Anne outside before things escalated.
“Oh my goodness,” Pearl exclaimed, clutching her hand to her heart. “I only smelled two wolves when I walked in here. I thought we were alone.”
Grace nodded politely but didn’t say anything as she ushered Anne towards the door. Pearl stepped aside to let them pass. They were almost outside when Pearl threw back her final spear.
“The town is doing Mr. Taylor a favor by keeping you away from him.”
“Pearl,” Dale warned.
Grace felt Anne tense under her hand.
“She says things to cause problems. No one pays attention. Let’s just go.” Grace whispered, trying to push Anne out the door.
“Listen to what she’s telling you, Ms. Kane. Grace is the town expert when it comes to no one paying attention.” Pearl cackled.
Grace’s heart froze and she felt her cheeks get hot. She tugged Anne harder knowing it was only a matter of time before she started crying and she wanted to be out of sight when it happened.
Anne jerked free, fire blazing in her eyes. For a second, they shifted yellow. She took a menacing step towards Pearl. The woman had the smarts to hurry back.
“This town is full of fools too old or too dumb to do anything but ruffle feathers.” Anne pointed a clawed finger at Pearl. “Watch your tongue, you old bitch, or I might have to rip it out to teach you some manners.” With a snap of teeth, Anne turned to walk away.
Grace hurried to catch up to Anne. She could practically see the steam coming out of Anne’s ears. When they walked past Chic Chick, Grace asked Anne where she was going.
“This has gone on long enough. We are confronting that son of a bitch right now and settling this once and for all.” Anne’s voice dropped an octave while she raged.
“What are you doing?” The shock of Anne’s anger dried Grace’s tears. Anne had a short fuse but she usually only huffed and puffed. She rarely acted on her anger.
“Ben asked me not to interfere. ‘This is between mates.’” Anne imitated Ben’s voice. “But this is bullshit. We can’t have cowards in this Pack. It’s time for that man to face the music and talk to you.”
Anne’s hand shot out forcing Grace to keep up with her march down Main Street towards the diner. It was just after the breakfast rush but as they got closer, Grace could see a few people still sitting at the booths. One group in particular drew Grace’s eye.
Ben had commandeered the entire back portion of the diner. He was surrounded by his enforcers. Grace could see him pointing at something on the table. But it was the dusty blonde hair of the man across from him that got Grace’s heart beating.
His back was to her but she could see the collar of his plaid shirt under his shoulder length hair. He must be planning on going straight to his woodshop after the meeting. He only wore his thick plaid shirts if he was going to be working. Just seeing the back of his head filled Grace with a nauseating combination of dread and excitement.
“Anne, he is going to sprint out the backdoor the second he smells me,” Grace wheezed. Her heart was beating so hard, she could barely breathe.
“I know.” Anne’s eyes narrowed. “So let’s use that to our advantage.”
“South Creek’s Alpha said they were skating his territory when they passed by last week.” Jack looked where Ben was pointing on the map. It was a good fifty miles away from Black Bird land but that was still too close to have a group of rogues sniffing around.
Ben had called this meeting late last night after getting information from the Pack to the south. All of Black Bird’s enforcers were there: Dave Pierce, Derek Johnson, Mark Warner, Ezra and Ezekiel Tate, Paul Carlson and Jack. It was early enough in the morning that most of the town’s inhabitants were either busy getting ready for the day or still asleep. That meant they had the diner nearly to themselves. This was good, since this kind of news would cause mass hysteria if it got out.
“Did he say how many there were?” Paul Carlson asked around the waffle he was eating.
Paul was Ben’s right hand man. Jack originally thought that the man was incompetent. Paul was obnoxiously playful, a joker who flirted with everything in sight. It was impossible to take him seriously.
Late one night the first month Jack moved to Black Bird he had watched Paul hand three drunken idiots their asses. The whole exchange lasted fifteen seconds and Jack had never questioned Paul’s place as second since.
“Ethan said his security team picked up eight but that there could be closer to fifteen.” Ben shook his head.
“Does that man not know how to count? That’s a big difference.” Dave shook his head in disgust. “Eight males blowing through a town could be bad but fifteen spells chaos. And South Creek said they steered clear of the town?”
Dave Pierce was born and bred to be Pack security. He was meticulous and expected everyone else to be just as vigilant as he was. There was no room for inaccurate reports in Dave’s world. Accurate scouting saved lives in Dave’s mind.
“He didn’t hear a peep from them. They didn’t ask permission to pass through but they didn’t raise hell.” Ben looked off in thought, chewing slowly. “They seemed to be just making tracks but having that many unannounced wolves roaming through my territory doesn’t sit well with me.”
Jack nodded in agreement. Black Bird might be bigger than the other towns that rogues were targeting but they were also isolated. Ethan Summerland was the only Alpha along their borders who seemed willing to get off his ass to help. And he was a shitty ally at that. The others would probably wait until the smoke cleared and snatch up what land they could. Vultures. Black Bird was on its own if anything happened.
“Did Ethan say anything else about them? Point out any noticeable traits or particular smells?” Jack asked speaking up for the first time this morning.
Ben sighed shaking his head. “He didn’t mention anything. The man is nearly seventy and his wolves are either too old to be efficient or too young to be properly trained. I doubt they were looking very hard.”
All eight men around the table shook their heads. That level of incompetence was inexcusable and there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Black Bird would end up paying for it.
Jack barely kept his mouth shut. If the West Coast was controlled by Alphas like Ethan Summerland, then it was no wonder that things were going to shit. With no strong leadership, everyone disregarded the laws. People either became lazy or they got greedy.
Ben lifted his hand, silencing their murmurs but agreeing. “You all know as well as I do that the entire area is ripe for the taking. The Alphas in this part of the country won’t give up their holdings, the young wolves are leaving for more secure locations and we’ve been abandoned to our own devices. If it wasn’t rogues now, it would have been someone more organized later.”
“Large groups of young, angry wolves are a horrible thing to contend with,” Jack murmured into his coffee mug.
“Until they pass by us, I suggest that we double our patrols.” Ben took a long sip of coffee. “Long term, we need to start recruiting more enforcers. We need more people out there now that things are escalating in the west.”
“I’ll set up a schedule with everyone for the next few weeks.” Dave looked around at everyone for their agreement.
Jack caught Dave’s eye. “I’ll take this weekend.” He had just finished making a dining room set for a client and a few days in the woods, even if he was patrolling, sounded like vacation to him. He would finally be able to relax without having to look over his shoulder for Grace Copeland.
Jack groaned at the thought of her.
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an was never far from his mind. She haunted him. It was more like she hunted him. Nowhere was safe. Thankfully, she no longer showed up at his workshop. The first week Jack had been able to work in his woodshop Grace had surprised him. While he was working with a table saw. He had gone off the handle and sent her running. Now she realized that Jack’s workshop was off limits. Nothing else seemed off limits to her though.
She had taken to following him while he ran errands in town. Jack had gotten to know Black Bird like the back of his hand after having to duck into every alleyway to escape Grace. He chuckled quietly to himself while he pictured Grace knocking on the door of his empty house this week.
“You only laugh like that when you think you’ve ruined one of Grace’s plans. What are you planning now?” Mark wagged his eyebrows.
Jack threw down his fork.
“We were having a perfectly good meal and you had to ruin it by bringing her up.” Jack wiped his mouth. He didn’t want to admit that he had been thinking about Grace. “It’s bad enough that everyone in town dogs me about Grace, don’t start too.”
Mark just shrugged.
Without another word, the Tate twins got up and left. The meeting was officially over now that Mark had brought up Grace and the twins were not the type of people who sat around and shot the breeze. They were the textbook definition of lone wolves. They never stuck around longer than necessary.
“You can’t avoid her forever. If you really want to stop the gossiping then you should just tell her she is wrong, that you’re not her mate.” Ben’s eyes narrowed. “That is the case isn’t it?”
“Of course that’s the case.” Derek pointed to Jack with his fork. “The man has taken a girl home every time he’s gone to the bar. Everybody in town has noticed. No way he’d be doing that if Grace was his mate.” Derek’s tone was matter of fact but Jack got the distinct impression that Derek knew what was up and did not approve.
Jack growled quietly to himself.
“Grace is a good woman,” Dave stepped in. “She’s a little eccentric and she gets excited about things but that’s just part of her charm. It also gets her in trouble. I could see her mistaking intense feelings for a mate bond.” Dave shrugged. “I love the woman like family, but I will be the first to admit she comes on strong.”
Jack stared at the table. His wolf growled. He did not like anyone speaking negatively about Grace. It didn’t matter that Dave had gone to kindergarten with her. Jack got irrationally angry when people brought up Grace because she wasn’t wrong. She was his mate. The only problem was that Jack didn’t want a mate.
Grace hadn’t mistaken the mate bond. Jack couldn’t figure anyone could mistake the electric bolt that shot up his arm the first time he had touched Grace. It was just that mating wasn’t for Jack.
His parents had ruined each other’s lives because they refused to give up on the idea that they were fated mates. They shouldn’t have gotten together and they sure as hell shouldn’t have stayed together. They made life hell for each other and for him. He never wanted anything to do with mates after that. It was a point that kept being driven home.
Just because Jack never wanted to be mated didn’t mean he took kindly to hearing Dave speak about Grace like that. She was a good person, from what Jack knew of her. She just wasn’t for him.
“You know me. Can you see a man like me being with a woman like Grace?” Jack asked Ben.
Ben was intelligent. He was also one of Grace’s friends. He also knew Jack inside and out. Ben, of anyone, knew how terrible Grace and Jack would be for each other.
Ben waved one hand as if brushing away Jack’s knowing stare. “I think you won’t know how you’ll be together until you actually get together.”
Jack narrowed his eyes at Ben’s answer. He leaned back in his chair trying to get a sense of what Ben was up to. “Why the sudden change? You’ve never said anything before.”
“I haven’t gotten involved because the second I do, the whole town will want me to get involved in their love lives.” Ben shuddered. “I have enough problems sorting myself out; I don’t want to deal with everyone else’s shit.” Ben put his coffee cup down. “But I have been getting chewed out by Anne and it is driving me crazy.”
The bell over the diner’s door chimed. Awareness pricked along Jack’s spine. He turned around just as Anne stomped towards them. She radiated pure rage as she made her way across the diner. People eating paused as she passed by them, stopping to watch what was promising to be a classic Anne Blow Up.
Jack turned to Ben and smirked. “Looks like you’re about to get chewed out again.”
“Jack Taylor, you son of a bitch,” Anne roared. Ben smiled at Jack obviously delighted that he wasn’t on the receiving end of this tantrum. “Grace is in my store crying her eyes out!” Anne stood, hands on hips, yelling at him. Her face was flushed red, her anger making the air smell like ozone. Jack leaned away from her.
The fury coming off of the woman in front of him had the hairs on the back of Jack’s neck standing up. He’d never been on the receiving end of an Anne Blow Up. Her eyes were flashing yellow and elongated nails were clawing her shirt as if she couldn’t wait to tear into Jack. It made him want to tuck tail and hide. He squared his shoulders self-consciously.
“Come on, Anne,” Ben reached for her. “You promised you wouldn’t get involved. I already brought it up.”
Anne slapped Ben’s hand away. Jack’s eyes went wide. The entire diner went silent. Anne must really be pissed if she hadn’t registered that she just hit the Alpha. Even if she was Ben’s girlfriend, that was out of line. Jack shot a look to Ben but he just shook his head telling him to let it go.
Paul’s face split into a huge grin. He started shaking his head and laughing quietly. If Jack wasn’t entirely focused on Anne he would have asked Paul what was so funny.
“The whole town is involved and it is exhausting.” She threw her hands up. “They are just going to have to talk things over so that the rest of us can move on with our lives. Grace is heading here right now to get this over with.”
Suddenly, the diner felt like a bear trap about to snap shut. His eyes darted down Main Street looking for Grace. He started to stand up from the booth.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Anne went to push Jack back into his seat but Ben quickly pulled her into his lap.
“Leave them alone, Anne,” Ben reprimanded. “It’s no one’s business but their own.” Ben looked around the room making eye contact with everyone there to get his point across.
Jack stood up and said thank you to Ben while he made his way to the kitchen. Carol Johnson had gotten so use to Jack slipping out the back door over the last year that she didn’t even look up from the grill. She just raised her hand in acknowledgement. Jack glanced behind him to make sure that Grace wasn’t following as he stepped outside.
And ran right into someone.
Out of reflex, Jack’s arm shot out to steady whoever he had bumped into. Lightening zinged up his hand whipping his head around.
Standing there, blue eyes wide, was Grace. Jack felt her fingers flex against her biceps anchoring him to her. They both stood in shock for a moment.
It had been a long time since he had felt that initial mate bond. There were nights that Jack almost convinced himself that Grace had made it up. But the flush of heat Jack felt just looking into her eyes reminded him of how his mother had described the mate bond as “all consuming”. It could catch hold of your soul and burn you up. Jack’s mother had been right. It felt like Jack’s whole being was being burned up with need. It terrified him.
Pushing Grace, Jack broke her hold on him. She stumbled back a step. Jack took the opening and rushed towards the sidewalk.
“Wait.”
The airy word made Jack’s whole body tremble. Unwanted, he turned to face her.
Grace’s hand was outstretched, reaching towards him. Her eyes were still wide with shock, her face pale. Jack could see her body shaking with tension.
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sp; She was beautiful. Her long blonde hair hung past the straps of her pink cotton dress. Only Grace would wear a sleeveless dress with a winter chill in the air. It was a perfect metaphor for Grace, enticing but a bad decision. Her red lips were open like she was trying to decide what to say.
“W-why?” The word stumbled out. Grace cleared her throat taking a small step towards Jack. “Just tell me why?”
This was the confrontation that Jack had been trying to avoid. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Grace. He didn’t know her well enough to not like her. He just didn’t want to lose himself in the mate bond.
A mate meant shackles. A mate made you lose your mind. Jack would do anything to avoid that. But that didn’t mean he wanted to break this girl’s heart.
He stood there at a loss for words.
“I know you felt it.” Grace rushed, “Just now.” She took another step forward. “You have to know we are mates. It’s not just me.” Her eyes pleaded with Jack to say something.
He sighed and hung his head for a moment hating that she was forcing him to have this conversation.
“No, it’s not just you.” The tension melted from Grace’s body and a huge smile lit up her face. “But that doesn’t mean we are going to be mates,” he rushed.
Just as quickly Grace’s smile fell.
“But we are mates.” She shook her head in confusion.
“That doesn’t matter. We aren’t victims of our instincts.” Jack watched the blood drain from her face.
Faster than he could react, grace rushed the two feet that separated them and kissed him.
Lust tightened every muscle in his body the instant their lips touched. Reflexively, he grabbed her arms to draw her closer. The heat of her body against his made Jack’s cock embarrassingly hard. He pressed his hips into her needing the contact. Grace moaned and the spell shattered.
His eyes snapped open and he shoved Grace away.
“I don’t want you, Grace!” Jack barked chest still heaving from their kiss. When Grace flinched back, Jack growled at himself for yelling. “I didn’t mean it like that.” Jack ran his hand through his hair. “I just…don’t want a mate. I like how my life is. I don’t want it to change.” He gestured between them. “My instincts want me to lose myself in this-this feeling but I don’t want that.”
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