Wolf Landing (Alpha Underground Book 3) by Aimee Easterling

Author:Aimee Easterling [Easterling, Aimee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wetknee Books
Published: 2016-12-05T05:00:00+00:00

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Patrick Acres could have been Stormwinder’s mini-me. The easternmost alpha was suave and cordial, his power hidden beneath a genial exterior that would have set even a one-body at ease.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit?” he asked Hunter now. Unlike Ron Brooks, Acres had escorted us into his home personally. His mate had offered tea and cookies before disappearing back down the hall, and I’d obediently dropped into one of the carved wooden chairs across from my host.

Hunter, on the other hand, remained hovering behind my seat like a bodyguard...or like a barely animated gargoyle. His muscles had tensed into rock-like ridges and the expression on his face when he smiled was more lupine snarl than human grin.

I waited for my mate to speak, but he didn’t bother to reply. Instead, his eyes continued scanning the empty room as if I was a mafia princess who he expected to face attempted assassination at any moment.

Shrugging, I made apologies on my partner’s behalf. “I’m afraid Hunter isn’t really keen on socializing,” I hedged.

The tiniest spark of irritation flared in Acres eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. “Not a problem,” our host answered cordially. “It’s a pleasure meeting the region’s newest pack leaders anyway. I appreciate you taking the time to drop by.”

Pack leaders. Plural. Inwardly I cringed at our host’s unwillingness to acknowledge my solo claim to alpha-dom merely because I lacked that all-important appendage between my legs. Still, I was here to build bridges, not burn them. So I kept a smile plastered across my face with an effort.

Hunter, on the other hand, didn’t bother to dissemble. The barest hint of a growl followed by a powerful yet fleeting compulsion jolted the smugness right off our host’s face. And when our companion set down his beverage, the glass trembled a staccato against the nearby plate as he barely managed to prevent his head from bowing in instinctive surrender.

“Well,” the other pack leader said after a moment, once he’d drawn his former composure back up around his shoulders through sheer force of will. “I know you came here to talk business. Movers and shakers like yourselves wouldn’t just drop by to chew the fat with an old fart like me.”

His subsequent laughter was self-deprecating, but I felt my wolf waking beneath my skin anyway. Snake, she whispered succinctly within our shared body.

I nodded because I thoroughly agreed with her. Acres was a smooth, old snake...which was why I intended to milk his venom and use it for my own ends. First, though, I had to tune in to my inner reptilian nature so the cold-blooded bastard wouldn’t notice how badly I meshed with his way of life.

“You’re right,” I responded aloud, attempting to appear small and weak in my role as good cop to Hunter’s bad. It wasn’t a hard disguise to don either...as long as I forgot about the tall, strong uber-alpha standing silently behind my back. “We came about All-Pack.”

“Of course,” Acres answered.

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