“Some of them are your family,” Reed said.
“Da… but none I have known. I would not miss them.”
Reed grinned. “The Black Wolf pack didn’t turn Nicolai Vashchenko away. We won’t turn away his people. Your destiny was to free them. Theirs is to start a new life here.”
Katarina nodded. “Okay. You speak true—they are Nicolai’s people.” She sighed. “Fine. We drink Yana’s vodka and welcome them. They are good builders and excellent pot makers. We will make business of them.”
“More prosperity?”
“Da… more of everything. Maybe I get cub sitter from among them. Russian females are tough with cubs.”
Stewart whistled. His brother and sister shifted back into wolf cubs and dashed for the door. They weren’t growing fast like him. Their situation was strange, but they were finally getting used to their new normal.
Reed waited until the children left before turning to the best mate he’d ever taken. “Thank you for bringing life back to me and my people, Katarina. There is singing and dancing again. There is laughter and smiles. You’re the best alpha my people could hope to get.”
“I do not remember any fighting circle with you, Temptation. You are still their alpha.”
“I was… now I’m mostly the alpha’s mate. I think of it as partially retiring.”
Katarina walked to look up at the male she adored. “Are you happy, Temptation?”
“Yes. And I’m in love. However long I live, I am yours.”
Katarina lifted a shoulder. “Fine. Okay. I accept your lame proposal.”
“Proposal? You carry my child.”
Katarina lifted a brow. “That does mark me as property. You will not treat me like cow.”
“Like what?” Reed asked.
“Like Gareth treat Brandi. She said he treated her like cow he owned. I will not do this.”
Reed’s mouth twitched. “I think we’re fine. I don’t own any animals. And no, the bears don’t count as pets. Do not start that argument again.”
Katarina’s laughter rang out as they left. “I love you, Temptation. I am happy too,” she said.
Her lone wolf days were behind her. Now she had a pack to run. Her smiling alpha mate stopped walking to kiss her.
Katarina smiled up at the sky. “Thank you, Nicolai. You can rest in peace now. Thank you for helping me find best home in the world.”
— THE END —
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Excerpt: Bad Panther
Alien Guardians of Earth, Book 1
Book Description
Sugar Jennings has a problem and Bad Panther has the purr-fect solution.
Dr. Sugar Jennings is an Archaeologist and an Ancient Earth Historian. She’s also the host of an ancient artifact of enormous power. Now everyone wants Sugar dead because of it. They want the power she possesses, but she can’t let them get it. Desperation drives her to seek help but no one is willing to risk their life in the job of protecting hers. Or no one did until a mercenary panther shifter decided she might be worth the trouble. Now all she has to do is convince the ancient artifact she carries not to kill her panther guardian for trying to help her.
Axel Rodu is a rogue panther shifter and the Guardians of Earth heir to the Lyran throne. His work for the paranormal agency is a special contract only, but even their toughest problems barely keep his boredom at bay. Has he earned the name Bad Panther? Depends on who you ask so long as you don’t ask his newest client. Ironically though, Axel has no intentions of using Dr. Sugar Jennings to worsen his reputation. He has one job to do concerning the nosy archaeologist and one job only. By order of his queen, whatever it takes, he must make sure Dr. Jennings stays alive until the artifact is done with her.
1
Somewhere in the wilds of North Dakota…
Dr. Sugar Lee Jennings was so far into the wilderness that even her GPS wasn’t registering her location. When she’d bought her expensive hiking watch, she’d paid extra for that feature and it was supposed to work everywhere. Well, screw that—and obviously her too—because in the end finding the cave had been nothing but sheer luck and trusting her intuition.
Now that she was actually facing the cave’s not-breached-in-centuries entrance, Sugar decided it was a toss-up as to whether she found the place creepy or heard it beckoning her to come discover its secrets. The weirdness of such thoughts was enough to have her lecturing herself aloud.
“Sugar Lee, get a grip, woman. You really didn’t have to come all the way out here in nowhere land to prove your dead daddy was right about your lack of common sense.”
Pulling up her mental panties, she walked into the cave and vowed to toss out all her Indiana Jones movies when this hair-brained adventure was over. Such movies had made her boring childhood more tolerable, and inspired her current career, but they’d also made her think hiking into the wilderness of North Dakota alone wasn’t a completely insane thing to do to prove a damn theory.
“This is absolutely not insane,” Sugar informed the dank walls. “This is my journey to fame and fortune. I am here to find it.”
Sugar didn’t know why no one before her had bothered to track down the Third Cave Of The Beringians. If she was right about the cave having been trapped in a glacier for ages—and Sugar was reasonably sure she was—her footsteps were the first to disturb the ancient dust on the cave floor in tens of thousands of years. Excitement over that fact didn’t make the cave any less creepy though, but it did give Sugar the motivation needed to press on.
She’d drawn the map to the cave herself from clues she’d found in about a hundred different books. One of Athena the Ancient’s blades was hidden here—she just knew it was.
Her instincts were singing despite the fact that she hadn’t managed to unearth any conclusive evidence.
Tales of Athena’s existence read like Homer’s stories of the mythical Ulysses. Athena was a legendary metal-smith from Earth’s ancient pre-history who had allegedly merged organic matter with metallic substances and bestowed some sort of sentience in the weapon once done.
Why had a technological genius focused on such a thing? Honestly, Sugar had no idea.