A Bleacke Wind (Bleacke Shifters Book 3)

BOOK: A Bleacke Wind (Bleacke Shifters Book 3)
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Table of Contents

front matter

title

copyright

Dedication

Author's Note

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

About the Author

[107.4k words, MF, paranormal romance, wolf shifters, Alpha heroine, geek hero, IR with secondary characters]

Dewi Bleacke is the Targhee wolf pack’s Head Enforcer. As little sister to the pack’s Alpha, her older brothers have demanded she has a froufrou formal wedding. Dewi’s only consolation is that it’ll be a double ceremony, with Beck and Nami saying their vows, too.

As they prepare to head to the pack’s compound in Idaho, Enforcer Joaquin Carlomarles shows up at Dewi’s front door. Dewi had assigned him to Mexico to get him out of her and Beck’s fur, but now he has the head of a drug cartel on his tail, looking for revenge.

With orders to bring Joaquin to Idaho, Dewi and the others set off. Then an unexpected mating throws yet another monkey wrench into the plans. That’s when danger finds the Targhee pack, forcing Ken to extremes he never dreamed for survival. Keeping himself and Nami alive in the Idaho wilderness might even require help from an unexpected source, as answers to old tragedies are delivered on…
A Bleacke Wind
.

A Bleacke Wind

Bleacke Shifters Book 3

by Lesli Richardson

© 2015

WWW.LESLIRICHARDSON.COM

A Bleacke Wind
Bleacke Shifters Book 3
Copyright © 2015 by Lesli Richardson
First E-book Publication: July 2015
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Dedication

To all my patient readers who tolerate me being a picky writer who keeps ripping the manuscript apart before finally allowing it to be pried from my hands. Thank you for your patience! I truly appreciate you all.

Author's Note

The events of this book take place immediately following
Geek Chic
(Bleacke Shifters, book 2). It is strongly recommended the books in this series be read in order.

The reading order is as follows:

  1. Bleacke’s Geek
  2. Geek Chic
  3. A Bleacke Wind
  4. Bleacke Spirit
    (Coming Soon)

Chapter One

 

Ken was enjoying a pleasant dream about his fiancée, Dewi. After showing Ken around her favorite secluded spot in the Targhee pack’s Idaho compound, they were now alone in the woods, lying on a blanket next to a serene, stream-fed pool, where he was busy making love to her.

He prepared to slowly slide inside her when he heard the annoying, repetitive quack of a duck call.

“What the hell?” he muttered.

That’s when his brain finally shook him awake as he heard Dewi answer her cell phone with a sleep-slurred voice.

“This better be good, Peyton,” she growled. “It’s three o’clock in the goddamned morning.”

Even awakened out of a deep slumber, she sounded like the Prime Alpha wolf shifter that she was.

Ken didn’t know about Dewi, but when the Targhee pack Alpha called, her older brother or not, Ken tended not to get snippy with him.

“What?” She sat up in bed, prompting Ken to sit up and turn on the bedside lamp on his side.

“What?” he asked.

She held up a staying hand, listening to whatever her brother was telling her.

Downstairs, the doorbell rang.

Apparently, that coincided with more bad news from Peyton. “
What
?” she yelled.

Now she sounded fully awake.

In less than six hours that Friday morning, they were slated to be on a flight to Spokane, Washington. From there, they would head to the Targhee pack’s Idaho compound by car.

That the pack Alpha was calling Dewi, the pack’s Head Enforcer and head of the extended pack council here in Florida, and that their doorbell was now ringing, couldn’t be a mere coincidence…or good news.

With her lupine reflexes, Dewi was already up and off the bed and heading for the bedroom door as she pulled on a robe while Ken was still trying to untangle himself from the bedsheets. She flung their bedroom door open and disappeared through it, heading downstairs.

By the time Ken reached the downstairs foyer, Beck and Badger had already arrived to back Dewi up. Nami, Beck’s mate and fiancée, hustled down the stairs behind Ken.

Ken wasn’t sure if Dewi was yelling at Peyton, or at the man now standing in their doorway.

“You’re farking
kidding
me, right?” she asked. “You realize we’re
flying
out to
Spokane
in a few
hours
,
right
?… Come
on
. This is low, even for you… Oh, for fuck’s sake, don’t just stand there. Get in here. You’re letting in bugs.” She stepped aside so the guy could walk in.

Beck, dressed only in a pair of boxers, flexed his considerable muscles and clenched his fists. “I’d rather toss him out,” he growled.

“Down, Beck,” Dewi ordered. “Peyton’s pulling rank.”

Now Ken spotted the motorcycle parked in their front yard, visible in the glow from the front porch lights.

“What the
hell
?” Beck asked. “What are you talking about?”

“Hold on,” Dewi said as she closed the front door behind the visitor.

Nami leaned in to whisper in Ken’s ear. “Who is
that
?”

“I have no clue,” Ken said, “but I have a feeling Beck’s not happy to see him, and neither is Dewi. That’s Peyton on the phone.”

“Hush,” Badger said over his shoulder to Ken and Nami. “And Beck, don’t make me Prime ye, lad,” he added in his thick Scottish brogue. “Show good form.”

“Good
form
?” Beck looked like Badger had just suggested he should go eat a porcupine. “Are you
shitting
me?”

Now that the guy had stepped all the way inside the foyer, Ken could tell the newcomer was obviously a wolf. An Alpha, if Ken had to guess. Slim and lithe, but in that deceptive way wolf shifters had, the stranger stood around five eleven, with brown eyes and shaggy brown hair, stubble shadowing his jowls.

He carried a battered backpack slung over one shoulder of his scuffed and worn leather bomber jacket, and he wore a black T-shirt, jeans, and motorcycle boots. He appeared to be maybe in his mid-twenties, but Ken knew better. If he had to guess, based on the lines around the wolf’s eyes, he’d bet the guy was forty or so.

Nami let out a snort of her own, her arms crossed over her ample chest as she looked the newcomer up and down with decidedly jaded side-eye. “Hey, sugar. The 1980s called. They want their look back.”

Dewi swiveled on her heel, grinned, and high-fived Beck’s mate. “Good one.”

That’s good, at least. The two of them are finally getting along.

Beck’s mate and Dewi had butted heads in the beginning. Nami, an older, gorgeous, voluptuous black woman who was probably two of Dewi in weight, couldn’t understand why Beck and Dewi had broken up to start with.

It wasn’t until they revealed to Nami the secret about the wolf shifters—and Dewi spearheaded the effort that rescued Nami’s younger sister, Malyah, from the clutches of their father and his nefarious plans—that the two women became close.

Now, Nami fell somewhere between older sister and adopted mom status as far as Dewi was concerned, even if the woman did conspire with Dewi’s brothers and sisters-in-law to get Dewi into a froufrou wedding dress.

“I wasn’t talking to
you
, Peyton,” Dewi said into the phone. “
Fine
, I’ll do it. He might have to go on a separate flight, th—okay,
fine
. We’ll Prime the damn ticket clerk and gate attendants if we have to. You
owe
me. I expect a full fricking report from you when I get there.”

She ended the call and glared at the stranger.

“How’d you get in here anyway?” Beck snarled at the guy. “The gate closed behind me last night.”

“I called Peyton when I reached the gate and he gave me the entry code.”

Dewi indicated Ken and Nami. “Joaquin Carlomarles, this is Ken Ethelbert and Nami Drexler.”

The stranger turned and finally studied Ken and Nami. Joaquin barely lifted his chin, but Ken knew they’d just been sniffed.

“Pleased to meet you. And congratulations to both of you,” Joaquin said to Dewi and Beck. He turned back to the two wolves. “Guess you’re both off the market now.”

Ken, a Tampa native, picked up a slight but unmistakeable Spanish accent in the man’s English. Barely perceptible, but noticeable to his ears.

Beck tried to step forward, practically bristling despite not being in wolf mode, but Dewi held out a staying arm.

“Don’t, Beck. Stop it. He’s an Enforcer.”

“He’s an
annoyance
.”

“He dated one of Beck’s little sisters,” Badger filled in before Ken or Nami could ask. “And it’s
irrelevant
,” he directed at Beck. “She was an adult who could date whom she damn well pleased.”

“It didn’t please
me
,” Beck said.

Nami snorted. “Ken, I don’t know about you, but I’m guessing we aren’t going back to sleep.” She turned. “Let’s go make coffee while they do their wolf stuff.”

“Okay.”

As they made their way to the kitchen Nami leaned in close to Ken. “I think that boy is
trouble
,” she said in a low voice.

“I think you’re absolutely right.”

* * * *

Dewi crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her Enforcer…who should be covering his assigned territory and not standing in her entryway in Florida.

“Spill it,” she ordered.

Joaquin tried for an abashed smile. “So, heading to the pack compound for your weddings, eh? Guess my timing’s perfect.”

“Don’t start that shit with me, Joaquin. What the hell? Why are you
here
? You’re supposed to be in Mexico. That’s your territory.”

He ran a hand through his shaggy hair. Yes, Joaquin Carlomarles was a handsome wolf. She was mated, not blind.

But even before meeting Ken, Dewi hadn’t been attracted to Joaquin like that. He was too arrogant and cocky for her liking, despite being handsome and good at his job.

Unfortunately, he’d been attracted to her. Not pinged-on-her-as-his-mate attracted, but combined with Beck’s desire to castrate the wolf with his bare hands after the guy dated Beck’s little sister, sending the Colombian-born wolf to Mexico as an Enforcer seemed like the best idea at the time.

Joaquin’s parents, distant cousins of Dewi’s father, had come to the Targhee pack compound in Idaho when Joaquin was only four. The drug cartel violence in their country had been too much for them to take.

When Joaquin grew older, since he was fluent in Spanish and they needed another Enforcer in Mexico, Peyton had made the wise choice to put a few thousand miles of distance between Dewi, Beck, and Joaquin before the pack ended up short an Enforcer. Joaquin’s parents had eventually moved up to Vancouver, Canada, where they now ran a chain of coffeeshops.

“It’s a long story,” Joaquin said.

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