Feral mates a dark wolf.., p.1
Feral Mates: A Dark Wolf Shifter Romance, page 1
FERAL MATES
PIPER STONE
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
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Feral Mates
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CHAPTER 1
Savannah
“This needs to work,” I said to no one since almost everyone in the laboratory had left for the day. The weeks of research and testing only to be hit with one failure after another had me wondering if the long hours had been worthwhile. Even still, for two weeks, I’d believed I was this close to configuring the photon laser system. I’d seen minute glimpses of hope, vibrant energy pulses indicating positive results. That had kept me energized, even excited about the possibility of confirming new life in a parallel dimension.
And not just basic molecules similar in composition to amoebas as most the other scientists working on the project believed. I’d even gone out on a limb suggesting I could prove my theory.
Every time I’d gotten my hopes up, I’d been disappointed.
A vast array of high-dollar computer screens held my rapt attention as my pulse ticked higher. I could feel a breakthrough in my bones. Five seconds passed. Ten. Twenty. When the energy levels remained flat, I threw back my head and groaned.
“Fuck.”
Maybe another cup of coffee was needed.
No, that would only add to the jittery feeling pooling in my stomach.
Patience.
My mother had always told me I needed to improve my patience. Unfortunately, I couldn’t will the testing process to move any faster. Now it was another waiting game, crossing my fingers that the latest results would provide the one inkling of proof I craved.
I had a feeling my job as a research scientist with Blackwell Industries depended on coming through with promises made.
Please. This had to work.
The seconds ticked by and as usual, I fell victim to my nervous habit of pacing the floor.
A flash drew my attention seconds later and my heart skipped several beats. Instead of returning to the expansive console of computers, I moved toward the pane of glass securing the team from the possibly damaging effects of the laser system.
I remained mesmerized, trying to tamp down the giddiness I felt inside. While the subtle pulses shimmering in vibrant colors might be overlooked by my fellow scientists, I could feel the energy level deep inside. Tingling sensations vibrated through me, tiny pricks of electricity overheating every inch of my body.
I placed my hand on the glass, flexing my fingers and for a split second it felt as if my fingertips had been seared by explosive heat. When I sensed a presence, I fisted my hand, backing away. Some might say my fascination was unhealthy.
“While I admire your intense dedication, you do realize you’re the only one here, right?”
Smiling, I turned my head as Carl Wheaton walked closer. While I was still in my lab coat, he was ready to leave for the night. “I know. I’m almost finished for the day. I just wanted to perform one last test. I can feel life in my bones.” He was a good friend and fellow scientist, almost as dedicated as I’d become.
“It’s Friday night, Sav. You deserve time off. Go do something fun with your friends instead of spending your free time locked in this place. How about this? Go on a date for a change.”
“I do spend time with my friends.” A lie since I had very few of them. “Besides, I enjoy my work. I’ll have you know I’m excellent with maintaining a work/life balance.” I also couldn’t remember the last time I’d been on a date.
“Ri-ight. Sure you are,” he said, laughing.
“The problem is that you’re taken. If you weren’t…” I winked, and for a few seconds I felt a hint of jealousy. He’d found the love of his life in Brian, their close relationship something I envied.
“Nice attempt at dodging the subject. I know the project is important to you, but don’t get your hopes up the portal means a direct pathway to other living beings.” He followed my gaze toward the glass, shaking his head. “You really do believe the portal is a gateway.”
“Maybe,” I said, throwing him a look. “I think we as scientists owe it to ourselves to consider the possibility. If you look at the change in the energy level, it’s as if they’re responding to human stimulation, their molecules expanding, doubling or tripling.”
“From what I’ve heard from the upper echelon of scientists, there is no sign of intelligent life. What you’re seeing is simply like a response to stimuli.”
I shook my head. “I just don’t buy it.” The upper echelon scientists were handpicked by Dr. Blackwell to handle top-secret aspects of the projects that as lower-level employees, we weren’t privy to. However, there were always rumors within a company.
Word had gotten out that the government oversight committee wasn’t happy with our progress, threatening to shut down the project. If that occurred, the portal would be closed permanently. The thought annoyed the hell out of me since I was certain we could learn a great deal from what we’d already discovered. Imagine the future findings if the portal was kept open.
I was still furious from hearing the news. Of course I knew billions of dollars had already been spent, but why not embrace the opportunity of a lifetime?
As if hearing the anger in my voice, the energy modules lit up in neon shades of pink and blue, moving and resizing. Almost violently.
He glanced over his shoulder, crowding closer. “Did you hear the latest rumors? They can’t close the portal.”
Turning my head, I studied Carl’s eyes. He was serious. “You’re kidding me?” Now my tone held a hint of excitement. The modules pulsed vibrantly. I could swear the reaction was based on what they felt and heard.
“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p.’ “But you didn’t hear that from me. Do you need anything before I take off? I don’t think there’s another soul here.”
At that moment we both heard footsteps and turned, knowing exactly who was left lurking in the building.
“Correction, Dr. Death is still here,” he said under his breath. When the owner of the lab walked by with precise footsteps, I found myself shivering. Marcus Blackwell was a brilliant scientist with an incredible reputation, and I was thrilled to be working with and for him, but the man was strange. He’d been one of my professors my freshman year in college, his tutelage luring me into expanding my career in science. “I swear that man is like a vampire. I never see him eat.”
I laughed. “You’ve been reading too many of your horror books.”
“Hey. We work with strange creatures from another world. What are you talking about?”
“Not proven. Now go home. Snuggle up with Stephen King.”
“At least I’m snuggling with someone.”
“You are such a terrible friend.”
“But you love me,” he grinned as he headed for the door.
As soon as he left, I returned my attention to the energy source. While I wasn’t privy to every aspect of the top-secret project, I sensed the team was onto something incredible.
A bit later, I checked my watch. Somehow another thirty minutes had gone by while I’d stood mesmerized. Sighing, I returned to the computer screens. T
After stretching my back, I realized almost every muscle was sore from so much tension. Maybe it was time to go home.
“Goodnight,” I whispered, as if there was a lifeform inside the colorful quantum strands that could hear me.
I took off my jacket and headed for my locker to grab my things. While I’d brought a change of clothes, I was too exhausted to bother. I’d enjoy relaxing with a nice glass of wine. The snuggling would be in my soft jammies.
Just before leaving the room, I took another look. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I could swear the field of energy was growing, more humanlike shapes forming. That was crazy. I laughed softly, my heels clicking on the tile as I headed for the exit.
The brisk air captured my breath as I walked to my car while stealing a quick glance at the full moon. While the parking lot was well lit, the bright orb gave me comfort since there was only one other vehicle left at the facility. The owner himself. I was beginning to think Dr. Blackwell slept at the lab.
After starting the engine, I was relieved. My poor little Cruze needed to get me through another full year before I could even think about purchasing another car. I pulled from the lot, flicking the switch on the satellite radio. The heavy metal music was exactly what I needed after a long day.
I headed down the only road leading from the laboratory where Blackwell Industries was located, the rural location in the middle of nowhere. While I knew there were supposed to be security guards watching over the property twenty-four/seven, I’d never seen one outside the building itself. They were armed, but their job was to protect the lab, not watch out for employees on their commute home.
With a nervous laugh, I flicked on the high beams, singing to my favorite song as I flew by the dark forest. The massive trees on both sides created an eerie atmosphere during the day, but at night, demons and monsters practically leapt from the shadows. The thought created shivers.
I had to remind myself that monsters didn’t exist. Not in this world anyway.
Clunk.
What was that?
Was the sound in the music?
Turning down the volume, I listened intently. After a few seconds of hearing nothing, I had my hand on the knob when I heard it again.
Louder this time.
Then the car was jerked slightly to the left.
“No. no, no, no!” This just couldn’t be happening. Not here. Not now.
Yet the clunk turned into ker-thunkety clunk, which morphed into the front end being somewhat unresponsive. Which led into the ugly realization I had a flat tire.
Great.
An appearance from Dr. Death, monsters in the shadows, and now this. I pulled to a stop, taking several deep breaths. I could do this. I was a big girl and had even watched a YouTube video of how to change a flat tire.
That was if I had a spare. Did I?
“Great, Savannah. Just great.” Maybe I should call Triple A instead. With my hand shaking, I pulled out my phone. “Fuckety fuck. Fuck.” Not only was there no reception, but apparently, I’d forgotten to charge my iPhone the night before.
Oh, this was so bad.
I leaned back in the seat, peering out the windshield before glancing from the passenger window to the driver’s side. Unless I wanted to thumb a ride with Dr. Blackwell, I’d need to suck it up and deal with some on the job training. After taking another deep breath, I popped the trunk and opened the door, humming to myself as if that would keep the boogeyman away.
On top of being alone in the dark, I’d just had to wear heels to work today since we’d had an important government visitor and had been required to look professional. “You can do this. Just one step at a time.”
A quick glance at my front driver’s tire confirmed the worst. Cursing in several languages, I moved to the trunk, peering inside. At least something was going my way. I did have a spare tire.
Check.
It appeared there were appropriate tools, including a tire iron.
Check.
Now I was almost enthused. Almost.
I rubbed my hands before grabbing the tire, huffing the moment I tried to lift it by a few inches. While I exercised, although lately not often enough given my schedule, I barely budged the damn thing. After a second attempt, I rubbed my arm across my face, gathering a line of perspiration. I refused to be bested by a piece of thick rubber.
After wrangling with the tire for a full two minutes, I finally managed to drag it free, the weight almost pitching me onto the pavement on my butt. Success. A slight noise caught my attention and I slowly turned my head toward the back of trees on the left. Thank God for the full moon or my nerves would be raw. With the tire balancing on the edge of the trunk, I scanned the forest.
All the little night creatures were laughing at me.
The creepy-crawlies remained, tickling every inch of skin.
I accidentally dropped the tire, watching with increasing anger as it rolled into the shallow ditch on the side of the road. So this was going to be how my weekend went. Fantastic.
Already over learning to be a mechanic, I ripped off my shoes, tossing them aside the car. It was time to get down to business. Fury boiling over, I stomped toward the tire when something caught my attention. The same feeling of creepy-crawlies shifted all the way down my spine and I lifted my head. What in God’s name? Leaning forward, I blinked several times to try to decipher what I was seeing.
My stomach clenched.
Yellow eyes? Hold on. Not a chance. No more horror flicks. No more lunchroom conversations with Carl about his latest horror book.
I backed away until my butt hit the back of my car, turning my head from side to side to scan the perimeter for a second time.
This time, a rustling sound caught my attention. By instinct, I reached into the trunk, feeling for the tire iron. When my fingers felt the cold, hard steel, relief flooded my system. I pulled the thick piece of metal to my chest, almost laughing from the thought of using it as a weapon.
But I had to protect myself. I refused to be the victim like one of the heroines in Carl’s horror books. Another sound and I snapped my attention to the right.
Gripping fear.
My head pounding.
My heart thudding.
A deer maybe? What if there were bears?
Or wolves.
If I remembered correctly, there was a wild animal sanctuary bordering the laboratory property. This night was getting better and better. Maybe I would wait for Dr. Death.
Could wolves get inside locked vehicles?
I backed away, almost tripping over the edge of the pavement.
Another rustle of leaves and limbs kept my rapt attention as branches were pushed aside, loud crunching filling the night sky.
A sudden rush of electricity crackled in the air, the current powerful enough my breath was momentarily captured.
As if silent soldiers in the night, three men appeared from the darkness. Buff and beautiful, they stood side by side, silently watching. Waiting. Each man was at least six and a half feet tall, their broad shoulders accentuating powerful chests and perfectly carved abs. Each one had long, shaggy hair in different shades and their eyes appeared to be glowing. That wasn’t possible.
You’re seeing things.
Yet I wasn’t.
I allowed my gaze to fall, taking in the deep V on their abdomens slowly falling to chiseled hips and…
Oh, my fucking God. They were completely naked, their thick cocks at full attention.
I pressed my hand to my mouth as I gasped for air, finally managing to take two stumbling steps backward. When they took a long stride forward, almost as if in synchronization, the moonlight illuminated their well-muscled bodies in a way that seemed as if their skin was translucent.
The rush of kinetic energy remained and there was no doubt their focus was concentrated on me. As strange as it might sound, I could almost sense their thoughts and… feel their desires.
Hunger furrowed inside of them, deep and carnal.
My skin prickled, butterflies sweeping through my stomach.
When they took another long stride closer, the spell was broken, fear replacing curiosity.
I was all alone. There was no one coming to save me. There was nothing I could do.
