Alpha’s Truth
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Blurb:
Montana Alpha Beaux Nelson believes in living his life the
way werewolves were meant to—as naturally and free as possible. He honors the
moon with every hunt and breath in his body. When he discovers his true mate is
the healer of another pack, he’s determined nothing will come between them—not
even her kidnapping. Pursuing her across the continent, Beaux will take any
risk to claim the woman meant for him…but surviving her rejection is another
matter.
Lake Fennell has never thrived as a healer should, her gift
acts out, she changes others without their permission and has failed to save
those precious to her. When she discovers Beaux may very well be her true mate,
she flees rather than face the possibility. In her haste, she falls into the
arms of the True Believers. Months of torture later, she can barely believe it
when she wakes to find herself with the one man she shouldn’t want and can
never have. In order to save them both, she must leave her true mate, knowing
she might not leave his heart in tact. But if she doesn’t do what she was born
to do everything will be lost…including the world she’s fought the hardest for.
Excerpt:
The moon shone over the land, illuminating the
night-drenched terrain before him as though it were daylight instead of minutes
past midnight. Beaux Nelson padded forward on four feet, his nose lifted to
sample the winter air. In his wolf form, he tasted all the flavors on the
breeze. The snow on the ground possessed a gentle sweetness, winter’s kiss not
yet disrupted by the pollution of humans. Undoubtedly, they would soon spoil
the purity of the season’s white blanket.
He scented the pine
trees, the fir, and the spruce, all tangled together on the wind. Their unique
aromas tickled his nose. Nearby, bats flew, whipping their wings on the wind as
they left their caverns. His ears picked up the whoosh of their passage as they
danced through the night.
Beaux raised his head
for a moment to smile at the moon in her fullness. He would need the blessing
of his creator to live through the night. More and more warmth flowed through
his body the longer he stared. The moon’s blessing coursed in his veins,
granting him the strength to do what needed to be done.
He would rescue his
mate.
At long last, Lake
would be free of her captors, and those who had harmed her would pay. Their
blood would flow through the caverns before the morning came.
The irony of the True
Believers bringing Lake—finally—to Montana, his home territory, hadn’t escaped
him. Beaux had followed her trail everywhere—Maine, where some local lone
wolves went above and beyond the call of duty when they spotted her by
attempting rescue at considerable personal cost. From there, her captors fled
across the country to California, where she lost her female-werewolf totem
necklace. It had been found by the Napa Valley’s Alpha after an attack by the
True Believers. From California, they angled south to the Gulf and the city of
New Orleans, where witnesses reported a woman matching her description actually
running down the street of Napoleon Avenue before being recaptured by men who
got out of a black van, wielding guns. The bold daylight attack had incensed
the local human authorities.
All the places they
took Lake, Beaux had found them—always one step behind, one day too slow. He growled,
baring his teeth at the cavern he would soon enter. If Lake’s brother had told
him of her kidnapping one day earlier, everything might have happened
differently.
Beaux was a tracker.
It had taken him longer to hunt down his mate than it had taken him to catch
any other prey. Locating Lake, rescuing her, and bringing her home was the most
important challenge of his life. He. Would. Not. Fail. Again.
He cocked his head to
the side, the signal to his pack it was time to move forward. He longed to howl,
to announce to the moon their battle had begun. But making any noise would tell
the humans inside of their arrival as well, and, since he trusted the moon
already knew his plans, he saw no reason to give away the imminent battle to
his enemies.
Silence remained
vital until he entered the cavern. The time for howling would come later, when
his mate stood at his side and his enemies lay defeated and destroyed.
He padded forward,
glancing at the moon one last time. Mother and Father Moon, she and he who guide
us, I ask for your blessings on our battle. I place my life and that of my pack
in
your hand. It will be
a glorious battle to do honor to your name and to reclaim the mate you have
gifted to me.
With one last
entreaty, he ran forward. His pack would be in place. Normally, on full moon
nights his pack embraced the night together, running, hunting, living as the
animal residing within them.
Tonight, his people
had to stay human in their minds while their bodies remained fur-covered. As
Alpha, it was his job to keep the pack from going fully animal. Whatever energy
he sent, his followers would behave accordingly.
Beaux trusted every
single one of them with him life. They had honored him when they decided to
give him the gift of serving them as a leader during his time here on earth.
They were his family
and had all gladly volunteered to lay down their lives for Lake, if it came to
it. He would do the same for any of them if they needed.
Pack fought for each
other. At least, his pack did.
He charged. Lewis and
Clark Caverns State Park featured a number of ancient caverns accessible for
tours for the public. The True Believers had brought his mate to one of the
caves not available for regular viewing. The cavern was remote, hard to get to,
and hidden away from all of the trails.
The secret nature of
the place worried him. What did they want to do with her here? He didn’t smell
lab equipment, which is what the other, more public places she had been held,
contained. Were they planning on killing her? Leaving her to die? Why here? Why
now? Why on his territory?
Answers would have to
wait. He tested the air, bringing her cinnamon and vanilla essence into the
forefront of his mind.
Once he caught her
scent, he never lost it. For the rest of his existence, he would always be able
to find her—especially in his own territory.
He doubted her
captors’ motivations included drawing him out. To do so would require awareness
of his existence. Lake never claimed him as her true mate. In fact, she’d drugged
him to get away before they could discuss it. Anything could happen under
torture. She might have told them about him. However, as a target for attack,
he didn’t warrant much attention from the True Believers.
Her brother would be,
in their view, a high profile kill.
Beaux growled. Maybe
he should let them have Cyrus. It would be fitting payback for the way Cyrus
neglected her safety.
Two men stood guard
at the entrance. He could smell the rank stink of gunpowder. Their weapons had
been recently fired. If Lake were hurt, he would hunt down the perpetrators’
families and eat them alive—sink his canines into their soft human flesh and
tear them into unrecognizable shreds.
Maybe he’d do it
anyway. Just for fun.
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