A Siberian Werewolf Christmas

A Siberian Werewolf Christmas

By

Caryn Moya Block

A Siberian Werewolf
Christmas

Book Six of the Siberian Volkov Romance
Series

Margaret Brady knows she must be out of
her mind to go to Siberia for Christmas. But her intuition won’t
let her turn down the invitation of her best friend, Violet Volkov.
When she meets the good looking Vyacheslav Putyatinov, she knows
just what she wants for Christmas.

Vyacheslav “Slava” Putyatinov thinks
any human woman coming to the Siberian Lycan village will be
trouble. But one unmated could be a disaster. When he is put in
charge of the American siren he finds trouble can lead to
desire.

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Dedication

To my fans.

I love the way you ask for the next
book. I love your enthusiasm. But most of all, I love
you.

You are my inspiration to keep
writing.

Chapter One

Was she out of her mind? Going to the
forsaken, snow-covered wasteland of Siberia seemed a trifle
insane.

Shaking her head, Margaret Brady put
the last sweater into her suitcase and zipped it closed. She
brushed her long red curls back off her face as she walked over to
her window and stared out at the grey Virginia day. Her best friend
Violet Volkov had asked her to come and share Christmas with her
family. How could she say no?

It wasn’t just that she missed the
friend she’d known since first grade, or the need to see her
god-daughters, Violet’s twins. It was the feeling in Margaret’s
gut. The knowing that if she didn’t make this trip she would regret
it for the rest of her life. Going to Siberia was no longer a
choice. It was imperative.

“In Winter though? God, I am such a
fool,” she muttered, putting her suitcase next to the other two
sitting by the door.

She looked around her apartment and
suddenly the world wavered. She stumbled as flames appeared
surrounding her. Heat engulfed her. Smoke filled the air. She
couldn’t breathe. The roof came crashing down as she stood frozen
in disbelief. She opened her mouth to scream.

Then it was gone. Once more her
favorite chair sat next to the faux fireplace, and the lights on
her three-foot Christmas tree twinkled merrily. A
vision.

“Oh hell.” Maggie’s voice wavered. She
wrapped her arms around her middle and tried to steady her
breathing. Lack of sleep could sometimes trigger one of her
visions.

“I’m okay,” she muttered, needing to
say it out loud.

The visions didn’t come often, but
when they did, it always took her a moment to recover. She’d had a
vision the night her parent’s died in a car accident. She was away
at college and they didn’t answer her call. Another time she saw a
college friend in the hospital. That time she had been able to get
her friend to go to the doctor and they found his appendix was
inflamed. She needed to take action to change the future. That was
the puzzle with her visions. It was only a possible
future.

Her visions had started when she
turned fifteen. The same year she physically became a woman. They
could be as simple as showing her a dress she was going to buy or
as terrible as showing her a plane crashing into the pentagon. Her
visions taught her to live life to the fullest and trust her
intuition. She kept the Serenity Prayer taped to her mirror,
another lesson learned.

She didn’t have time to deal with this
latest vision now. The taxi would be arriving any
minute.

She walked over, picked up her phone,
and punched in the number of her other best friend, Ellen James
Johnson. Ellen had married last summer and moved with her new
husband to Charlotte, North Carolina. Once, Violet, Ellen, and
Maggie had been inseparable. But then Violet married Dmitry and now
Ellen, too, had found her perfect man.

“Maggie, are you all packed? I can’t
believe you decided to take Violet up on her invitation. You can’t
stand the cold. How will you survive a Siberian winter?”

“I have no idea. But I have to go,
Elle. I just know it.”

“Wow, another vision?”

“No, a definite feeling. I need a
favor, Elle. I need my possessions packed and put into storage
until I get back and then I need you to contact the fire department
and request an inspection.”

“Why? You are coming back, aren’t
you?”

“Oh, sure, but I think there will be a
fire while I’m gone. If I leave my things, they might not be here
when I get back. Will you take care of this for me?”

Or the future might change and there
wouldn’t be a fire. Most of the time, if she had a way to take
precautions, the visions never came true. They were more of an
early warning system.

“Okay, you know Robert isn’t going to
understand this. I’ll tell him you smelled something burning.”
Robert, the man Ellen had married, knew nothing of Maggie’s
abilities.

Maggie shivered as the visuals of the
vision washed over her again. “I know it’s asking a lot. I’ll leave
a check on the kitchen counter made out to you. Call a moving
company and have them put my things in storage. You still have the
emergency key I gave you? You didn’t lose it, did you?” Ellen
always lost things.

“No, I didn’t lose it. Robert and I
will come up this weekend. I’ll make all the arrangements for your
things.”

Maggie sighed in relief. “Thanks,
Elle. You’re the best.”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for. I
love you. Give Violet and the girls all my love.”

“I will.”

Maggie glanced at the clock. There was
time for one last cup of tea before she left. Long plane rides
always made her nervous, not to mention going through security and
entering a different country. The herbal mixture would sooth her
nerves. Her stomach clenched. Chamomile tea, definitely.

Maggie walked into her kitchen and
started brewing a kettle.

Dmitry, Violet’s husband, was sending
their private jet to pick her up in Moscow. She didn’t know who was
coming to get her, but she assumed whoever it was would find her.
Who could miss the woman with red hair dressed up like Nanook of
the North?

§

Vyacheslav “Slava ” Putyatinov stood
in the kitchen of the Siberian Alpha Lodge and scowled at his
Alpha, Dmitry Volkov. He pressed his hand to his forehead. The pain
behind his hazel eyes would send him to bed with a migraine if he
didn’t get a handle on his frustration or take his wolf out to run.
This was a touchy subject since the Alpha female was human. But
something needed to be said.

“First, you allow the small human
female to come with the French lycans,” he pointed out. “Then you
allow the human scientist to come work during the summer at the new
laboratory. Now this? Every lycan in the village will have to be on
alert. Nobody can shift in front of an unmated human. It’s winter.
Most of us prefer to go around in our wolf form when there is snow
on the ground. Your own father stays wolf more than not in the
winter. How the hell do you expect to keep our species safe from
discovery if you continue to invite these humans into our
midst?”

“Are you questioning our Alpha, Slava
?” Kolya Tosyanov, the pack Beta, growled as he stepped closer into
Slava’s space.

Slava’s hackles rose. His wolf rushed
to the surface, ready and willing to take a bite out of the
blond-haired Beta. He knew he should look away. Nevertheless, he
held Kolya’s challenging stare. “I am asking a valid question. We
are growing complacent. One of these humans could destroy us if
they convinced the right party of our existence. Already, there is
this group, Doctors for A Better Humanity.” Slava stared first at
Kolya, and then at the seated Alpha.

“Kolya, I asked Slava to come to this
meeting for just this purpose,” Dmitry said. No one was fooled by
his mild voice; the Alpha always meant business. “Now both of you
sit down.”

Slava reluctantly took a chair and
dropped his eyes, giving Dmitry the higher position in the pack.
Kolya turned away with a snarl. He walked around the table to sit
next to Dmitry, his best friend and brother in law.

“This woman is my mate’s best friend
from childhood. Violet specifically requested that Maggie be
allowed to visit for Christmas.” Dmitry ran his hand through his
dark hair. “I understand your concerns, Slava, and I agree they are
valid, except both Isabelle and Susan, the other human women, will
be claimed as mates in time. Maggie is also gifted. It would
behoove us to have her come and see if the mating bond is triggered
in one of our males.”

“She is human, an American. She won’t
survive the winter,” Slava said, a twinge behind his eyes reminding
him to relax. Why must he suffer from these ongoing
headaches?

“Of course she will.” The power of the
Alpha rang in Dmitry’s tone. “Since you are so concerned with the
situation, I appoint you the job of making sure she does. You will
go to Moscow to fetch her. You will stay by Maggie’s side to guard
against our secret coming out as well as keep her safe. She will be
introduced to the single males at the pack Christmas party. If a
male bonds with her, you can pass the job to him. Until that
happens, you are responsible for her.”

Slava looked down at his
clenched fists. When the Alpha used that tone, there was no arguing
with him. Slava might challenge the Beta, but he wouldn’t Dmitry.
He respected Dmitry too much to do so, even when he disagreed about
these human women. Of course, if one of the women discovered their
secret, he could always use his telepathy to take control and
remove their memories. A useful gift only a few lycans possessed.
Maybe he
should
be the one to keep the American woman contained.

“As you wish, Alpha.”

“Good, you leave tonight,” Dmitry
said, his gaze searching. For what, Slava wasn’t sure.

“Her plane arrives at the Moscow
airport tomorrow afternoon. Fetch her and bring her to the Alpha
Lodge. She will stay here in one of the guest rooms. Zhenya and
Zhora Matveynikov will accompany you. You are in charge, as I
said.”

The Matveynikov twins were three years
younger than Slava’s twenty-eight years. Yet they were strong in
their wolf and loyal to the pack, and despite their light-hearted
airs, there were two serious souls underneath.

“If I am to prepare, I must leave
now.” Slava rose from his chair. He would need a change of clothes
and time to get to the airport in Yakutsk.

“Safe journey, Vyacheslav. Remember
that Miss Brady is my mate’s best friend. Treat her accordingly,”
Dmitry said.

Slava nodded in understanding. He
gritted his teeth to stop a sarcastic remark that begged to fall
from his lips. He never could understand how perfectly rational
males fell apart when a female noticed them. Instead, he turned and
hurried from the room.