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An untriggered werewolf. A runaway Omega. It’s not easy fighting destiny.

Granite Lake Wolves, Book 2

Tad Maxwell’s workaholism serves to keep his bush-pilot company in the air, and

his inner werewolf in check. In the two years since he discovered his heritage,

he’s resisted the longing to test the power of his wolf side. It would mean

compromising his human principles.

Then Missy Leason re-enters his life. Ten years ago, their teenage attraction

never went beyond hand-holding. Now their chemistry is off the charts, pushing

him closer to the step he’s not sure it’s safe to take, especially with a human.

But Missy is more like Tad than he realizes. She’s wolf too, and a wolf pack is a

dangerous place to have secrets. Missy’s Alpha has sniffed out her carefully

hidden Omega powers. Her first response: run from the corrupt Alpha’s plan to

make her his mate. Step two: get to Tad, and hope like hell his untapped powers

are strong enough to negate her own.

Every touch with Missy is hot, hot, hot, but even finding out she’s pure wolf

doesn’t solve Tad’s dilemma. Is she using him, or are they truly destined mates?

Only one thing is certain. He will defend her to his last breath—on his terms. Even

if it means losing his life.

Warning: Contains nasty Alphas, secret Omegas and werewolves acting raunchy

on the dance floor. Sarcasm, wilderness cabins and hot nookie back by popular

demand.

Chapter One

September, Whistler, British Columbia

The Whistler pack house was crowded after dinner, with small groups gathered

around the room talking amongst themselves. Conversations quieted for a

moment as laughter burst out from where the Alpha and his cronies sat in the

prime seats before the huge stone fireplace. An icy warning trickled up Missy’s

spine, and she gave up on the discussion in front of her. She rose from her chair

and headed quietly toward the exit, weaving between the couches and recliners

that filled the meeting and relaxation area for the pack.

Missy had no illusions about the precariousness of her position. As the widow of

a high-ranking wolf, even one whose position had come from his family

relationship instead of his power, she was an obvious target for any of the wolves

looking to improve their standing in the pack.

Which would be, oh, pretty much everyone. Only she wasn’t worried about all of

them, just one very dangerous individual.

It could have been worse. It would have been worse if she hadn’t managed to

keep her secret. Hidden her developing skills away not only from her late husband

but the rest of them.

Even now her Alpha’s gaze burned as she walked with her head down,

attempting to remain small and unnoticeable as she slipped through the common

area toward her apartment at the back of the complex.

“Missy,” Doug called. “Come here.”

She turned toward him, the hair on the back of her neck standing upright as a

shiver of disgust raced over her skin. She had hoped to avoid this summons for far

longer. Stopping a polite distance away to stand before the massive fireplace,

Missy clutched her fingers together and averted her eyes at the last second.

“Jeff has been gone for a month now,” he noted, his long well-groomed fingers

tapping on the arm of the overstuffed leather chair. His stylish business suit,

clean-shaven chin and immaculately groomed hair sharply contrasted with what

she knew of his personality. She’d seen his wolf kill more often than necessary,

even for an Alpha trying to maintain order in a large pack.

Missy rocked on her feet uneasily. Doug rose from his seat to tower over her

petite frame, the heat from his body close enough to overwhelm the fire’s

warmth. She stared away from him, looking over the heads of the wolves

sprawled on the couch immediately in front of them. Don’t let him know how

much you loathe him. Don’t show any sign of disrespect. Others in the room

looked on with curiosity for a minute before turning back to their own

conversations. Only the wolf enforcers she spotted scattered inconspicuously

throughout the room tensed, ready to spring into action if needed.

The level of paranoia her Alpha encouraged among his warriors shocked her. Did

they really think she would challenge Doug? It seemed few pack members were

aware he was less than the honourable businessman he pretended to be. Missy

wondered how much the Alpha shared with his closest allies, how many of his

wrongdoings the other leaders of the pack approved. Or were the Beta and the

rest ignorant victims as well?

“Does it bother you to hear me talk about my brother? Do you miss him that

much?” Doug’s refined voice prickled in her ears. “I didn’t think you pined for his

conversation or longed for his arms to hold you at night.”

He laughed softly and the sound grated on her nerves like nails on a blackboard.

Over the past couple years Missy had become aware of slow changes in her

abilities, including an increased sense of others’ motivations. The evil Doug delved

into permeated every fiber of his being, and Missy turned her head away to avoid

showing her disgust. She swallowed hard and forced down the emotions that

threatened to engulf her. Her anger, her fear. The almost overwhelming desire to

turn and flee from his presence.

She couldn’t run, not yet. She needed more time. Time to find an escape from

the trap she knew closed around her as each day passed.

Doug ran a finger down her cheek, plucking at a blonde curl, and her gorge rose.

Missy concentrated on presenting a calm façade, forcing her eyes to blink

naturally as she slowed her pulse, her breathing. Calming all the telltale signs that

could alert this powerful werewolf of her intentions.

He was her brother-in-law, her Alpha, but she refused to let him control her. The

finger continued a slow path down her body as she stood stock-still.

“Jeff never did know what a treasure he had, did he?” Doug asked, his dark voice

dirty like an oily slick over her skin. He leaned close to whisper in her ear. “My

sweet Omega.”

Her eyes flickered for a split second before she tamped down the surprise. How

could he have discovered what she had worked so hard to hide? She was still

learning to control her untrained skills, including the ability to read and

manipulate others’ emotions, to calm and ease them. Omegas were rare and

highly desired among the shifter community. With appropriate guidance, she

would be a blessing to a pack. Under the wrong influence, her skills could be

deadly.

There were no doubts in Missy’s mind what kind of leadership headed her pack

at the present time.

Doug chuckled, a light sound that nevertheless made her skin crawl. “Oh, yes, I

know. I’ve always known. You can’t hide potential ability from an Alpha who’s

looking for it.” He flicked a finger over his head and the wolves seated around

them dispersed, conversations fading away to leave them intimately alone.

Missy’s fear tripled and icy fingers crawled up her spine in spite of the fire blazing

at her back.

Doug lifted her chin with a thick finger, tilting her face as if he were examining a

side of beef at the butcher’s. He snorted and spoke softly, his words for her alone.

“When I blackmailed your family into your marriage to my brother, I hoped you

would end up permanently linked with him. With a mate connection between

you, I would have mastered you both. But like everything else Jeff touched, he

ruined my plans. He wasn’t even strong enough to trap you with a false

FirstMate.”

Missy shuddered inside at the thought. Like every wolf she longed to find her

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