Chapter One
It wasn’t unusual to see the Poison Wolves President angry. Alpha was pissed off because, once again, the beta team fucked up. The man securing the left side of their land had been too preoccupied with getting his dick sucked by a biker groupie, and now, they had a team of humans hunting on their land. There was nothing Alpha hated more than humans. He couldn’t stand them.
Wolfe watched as Alpha slammed his fist into the beta’s face. The man was completely out of his depth.
When the man requested to join the second-level support beta team, Wolfe knew it was a mistake. Josh was always messing up. He was known for hunting for pussy. Being part of the Poison Wolves had been his primary target, but he didn’t have the alpha trait inside him. Not like all the guys who were part of the primary MC club.
Not like him, Alpha, Draco, Enzo, Boyan, and the list could go on and on. The Poison Wolves MC kept control of the pack. Alpha was their leader, and they answered to him. His word was law within the pack.
It had helped them to survive and to ward off any chance of extinction from their enemies, and they had plenty of them.
They didn’t have time for this. The pack had been put on alert, which meant everyone was sent home while they dealt with the problem. Wolfe was pissed off. He’d just gotten off a three-day ride. No sleep, no food, and he was hungry, dirty, and in need of a shower and food, lots and lots of food.
Instead, he had to deal with another guy’s incompetence. Another reason to be totally angry today.
If Alpha asked him to deal with Josh, the bastard wasn’t making it home alive.
Being the VP, he could hurt, hunt, and kill. Right now, snapping the little shit’s neck felt like a good idea. He wanted to. Oh, boy, did he want to.
Hunters on their land was serious business. None of them found this funny, or even remotely entertaining. A few years ago, hunters had been on their land, and a couple who had recently mated were out enjoying the heat—Draco and his mate.
The human hunter shot the female wolf. She died within minutes as he’d gotten her in the neck, one of the few areas they were vulnerable. Then they had to deal with the carnage that ensued. Alpha had no choice but to keep Draco close. It had taken months of chaining him up, trying to keep his rage under control. At one point, Alpha had to consider killing him.
That was a bad day.
Instead, Draco showed his worth to the pack. He got his savagery under control and now served as one of them. Of course, when it came to humans, Draco wasn’t … he wasn’t a big fan. Kind of like Alpha. Neither of them could stand humans.
If the hunters didn’t leave soon, another bloodbath was going to happen.
Not only would he have three days of dirt to wash off, it would also be more blood. Yay. Blood was harder to get out of his clothes and his flesh.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. She was there and her mouth, fuck me, Alpha, you’ve got to test her out. Her mouth is a fucking dream. The best dick-sucking a guy could ask for.”
Josh was not helping himself.
Another fist to the face, and this time, it knocked him clean out.
“Take him to the cages. He doesn’t get food until I say so,” Alpha said.
Rocco and Gray grabbed Josh, lifting his body and dragging him away.
“Wolfe, Draco, you’re with me.” Alpha shook his fingers, and now they were on the hunt.
Why couldn’t he have picked one of the other guys? Why did it have to be him?
Instead of showering and eating, he was heading deep into the forest. It was dark, and none of them spoke as they hunted.
Their senses were a hundred times better than any human. He breathed in the air and knew a couple of bunnies were running around a few feet away. A few deer were sipping at the lake. There was a fox in the distance. The forest was alive.
And … he heard the hunters as well. They were not too far from the town, which fucking sucked. He wasn’t in the mood to kill.
Anger raced down his spine as he listened. They were attempting to hunt deer, and that pissed Wolfe off. No one hunted on their land but them, and deer were protected.
Thinking of the deer reminded him of Amelia Stokes. The town’s only vegan. Yes, a female wolf vegan who had gotten the town to sign a petition that stopped them hunting fucking deer.
Not that he had enjoyed eating living flesh or knowing that he had. He’d been turning into a wolf for so long, he knew everything he did. He felt his wolf deep in his soul, and they had standards. Providing it was completely cooked through, he’d eat it. He hated medium rare or rare—fucking gross.
The deer were protected. Admittedly, no one had paid attention to what they’d been signing, even though Amelia had talked to them about it.
The pack had signed it to shut her the fuck up, and well, she had presented the said petition to Alpha, and he had no choice but to sign it. At least when she came calling, people actually listened to her now. Beforehand, they ignored her.
Wolfe never ignored her. He … couldn’t.
Whenever she was around, he was very much aware of her being close by. Not that Amelia would ever know that, because he didn’t allow her to know that he wanted to fuck her so damn bad. Had wanted to for a long time.
Amelia was the pack’s joke. The only vegan. They mocked her for it. She was never truly invited to anyone’s social gathering. The pack often avoided her. Since the deer petition, she lost her job at the diner.
He’d put a word in with Val at the Poison Bar, and Amelia had been working there for the past few months. She hadn’t caused any trouble. She wasn’t trouble.
It wasn’t like she had upset the customers at the diner. She still served them whatever food they wanted to, but Denny, who owned the diner, got pissed and let her go. Maybe because Denny liked deer.
Whatever the reason, he couldn’t just let her go without a job. Amelia loved to help people and animals. She was also the only pack member with a couple of dogs.
A few strays that had been left abandoned in the forest. One of them had looked pretty bad when she carried him out of the forest. Again, another reason the pack was pissed with her.
They were wolves. They didn’t keep dogs, but Amelia did. She had gone out of her way to defy the pack. A vegan, animal lover, and also someone who didn’t believe in violence at all. The pack had put her at the bottom of the food chain.
No one would touch her. He didn’t even know if she had any friends within the pack.
Every time he saw her, she was on her own, with her two dogs at her feet. Buster and Rascal, she’d called them. Both male dogs. Both loyal to her.
Alpha signaled for them to pause, and he did so, crouching down as he listened.
There was no sign of any deer, and the humans were complaining of hunger. None of them moved as they waited.
For ten minutes, he listened to them complain and leave the forest. Only when he heard the unmistakable sound of the truck growling to life and then driving off, did he relax.
“We can head back,” Alpha said. “But I want to up the patrol for the next couple of weeks.”
“You think they’ll be back?” Draco asked.
“I know they will. Some humans are easily swayed by a challenge. Others, they want to dominate. They might not stop until they’ve hunted their deer. I can’t let them do that.”
“If they hunt the deer, they move on,” Draco said.