His Perfect Wolf (Mystic Wolves Book 2)

HIS PERFECT WOLF

 
Mystic Wolves book 2

Elle Boon

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His Perfect Wolf

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Elle
Boon

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Dedication

I’d like to first thank t
he readers for liking my
stories
as much as I love the
m. Thank you, thank you
!

To my
friend
s Desiree Holt and
Debbie Ramos who
have helped
me and supported me full-stop.
Thank you to my beta reader
Jay
AhSoon
Samia
and Debbie. Y’all are amazing ladies
that I am blessed to call friends
. I wouldn’t have been able to continue
on my journey without all of your support. I’d also like to thank all
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’ Dominique. Y’all ar
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Ohh
,
and thank you to all the
reviewers who have read and reviewed the Zayn and Niall’s stories so far. Love
y’all soo hard <3

And last, but not least,
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my husband
and my children. Without their love and suppo
rt I wouldn’t be able to do
what I love…Making up stories!
XOXOXO.

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HIS PERFECT WOLF

 
Mystic Wolves book 2

Elle Boon

Chapter One

“Dad, can I stay all
weekend with grandma and grandpa?” Nolan asked.

Niall smiled down at
his seven year old son, seeing his wife’s eyes looking up at him. It took
monumental
effort not to scoop up his son and hug him
tight, never wanting to let go. When they’d lost Emma, Nolan had been a baby.
Even almost seven years later, Niall still missed her like it was yesterday.
“Don’t you want to spend the weekend with your old man?”

N
olan rolled his eyes. “
Me
and grandpa are going to campout and
fish and grandma is coming along to make sure we don’t get into trouble.
Besides, you have to work while Uncle Zay spends the weekend with Cora.”

“Grab your bag. I’m
assuming you packed enough
for the entire weekend?”

Nolan nodded, showing
Niall that his backpack was indeed bulging. “I’m ready when you are, Dad.”

Grabbing his son up
and over his shoulder, they headed to his bike parked out in front of their log
home. Being the alpha of the Mysti
c Wolves, he had
prime position at the end of the cul-de-sac, each home having anywhere from one
to three acres, or more. He had over ten, but the pack had hundreds of acres
outside of Sturgis. The Glades, his in-laws, lived within three miles and had
seve
ral acres. Emerson, the old alpha, had stepped
down when Niall mated his daughter, Emma. He handed Nolan his helmet, making
sure it was on properly before putting on his own skull
cap.

With his son’s little
arms wrapped snuggly around him, Niall made the s
hort
trip to the Glades residence. By the time he was ready to leave his son with
Emerson and Payton, a plan was formed in his mind. He swung his leg over the
seat, his leathers squeaked as he straddled his Harley. Nolan and the Glades
waved from the porch
, he smiled at the excitement
shining in his son’s brown eyes as he revved the bike before taking off at a
sedate pace.

Stopping at the end of
the road, he looked up at the woods leading to the ski
lodge,
a mysterious scent teased his nostrils, making his
wolf rise up and take notice. The lodge was always flooded
with want to be ski bunnies in winter, inevitably they found their way down the
mountain into Sturgis and their bar, Chaps. He and his brother Zayn, along with
the rest of the wolves, then had to d
eal with their
shit. It was good for business, so they put up with it, but it was a pain in
the ass. Niall shook off the urge to head north, and pointed the bike down
toward Sturgis and Chaps.

He’d find himself a
mate, and Nolan a mother, that was his grea
t plan. He
thought back to the conversation he’d had with Emerson. Since he and Zayn’s
parents were so far away, he looked to Emerson and Payton as surrogate parents.
Emerson had told Niall, according to Payton’s dreams, that change was coming
and that the
y understood his need for a new mate, but
they didn’t understand. He missed his wife and didn’t expect to find another
truemate. Hell, if a wolf was lucky they’d find one truemate, but many settled.
He was a man, a wolf who needed a mate, and a mother for
Nolan. Niall knew he was more than blessed when he found
Emma and that he wouldn’t find that again, but he would settle for
companionship, sex and a mother for his son. Niall kept his thoughts to
himself, the old alpha still believed in love.

Emerson still
teared up when he spoke of
Emma,
he said that Payton still cried at
night, though she tried to hide her sorrow from her husband. Niall wasn’t the
only one who still suffered.

When he’d looked into
the wise eyes of the older man in the kitchen, with pictur
es of his dead mate hung all around, Niall had made a
decision. He was a thirty-seven year old man with a lot of years ahead of him.
He hadn’t been a monk for the last six years, not by a long shot. However, he
hadn’t looked for anyone to fill his bed perm
anently.
Truth be told, he’d not had any woman in his and Emma’s bed. He wasn’t sure he
could let another woman sleep in the same place he’d made love to his wife.
Niall looked at the bleak years ahead if he didn’t make some changes. Nobody
could replace E
mma. Not in his heart, but a bed was
just a place to lay your head and now it would be a place he fucked. Niall was
smart enough not to tell a woman that though.

Emerson had known what
Niall was thinking and tried to talk him out of it. Even though he valu
ed the older man’s opinion, in this instance he didn’t
think Emerson had a clue. His wife was alive and healthy, while Niall’s was
not.

Niall opened up the
throttle on the bike. The hour drive was giving him time to ponder how to go
about getting a mate
and mother. He didn’t want a
tiny petite thing like his Emma, nor did he want someone like her. A blonde
with big boobs and no brain would work for him, but not Nolan. Maybe he’d meet
her at the bar tonight, or at least find someone to take the edge off hi
s needs.

* * * *

“What do you mean he’s
found a mate for me?
Like I need
him to find me a husband, Mom.
This is not the…the Victorian age,
where the father marries off his girls.” Alaina Strop paced in front of the
fireplace mantel. Her mother, Adalynn,
sat with her
legs crossed, looking very much the lady of the manor, but anxiety shown in her
chocolate brown eyes.

“Baby, you know how
your dad worries about you. Well, after that boy held you at gun point, along
with your students, he decided you needed a
mate. The
council agreed and if it gets you home, then I’m sorry, sweetie, but I agree.
You could’ve been killed.”

Alaina narrowed her
eyes, horrified to hear her own mother agreeing with the archaic dealings of
her dad. “Mother, I’m a twenty-five year ol
d woman
for crying out loud. I came home because I took a leave of absence after that
incident.” Alaina had to take a breath.

Nightmares still
plagued her of that day. She’d always wished she could shift, but being part
fey and part shifter, she had a litt
le of both her
parents. Had she not been in a room filled with thirty, sixteen and seventeen
year old, students she could have used her abilities to disarm him, maybe.
Instead, she was stuck with a maniac waving a gun around for hours, until he
grabbed her
by the throat and stuck the gun to her
temple. He’d already killed several students in the library before he’d locked
himself in her computer lab, bent on exacting revenge on whoever had posted an
anonymous letter about him.

Adalynn pointed her
finger. “S
ee, you can’t even talk about it without
turning white. Your dad has found a nice wolf
who
doesn’t care that you can’t shift.”

Her mother’s words
brought her back from the past. “Oh, he doesn’t mind, does he?
How nice.”
Alaina turned her back on her mom, k
nowing she’d pissed her off and not caring. Most who were
mated with a wolf could be turned, but with her they didn’t know what the
outcome would be. The familiar mental intrusion she usually welcomed from her
mother trying to make her understand only piss
ed her
off more. “Mother, can you hear what you’re saying? There is not a wolf here in
the Cascades that I
want to marry, let alone mate with. You
do know what mating entails right? What if his truemate comes around? Am I
supposed to just stand aside, and
be oh so
understanding then?”

Adalynn stood. Alaina
was always amazed at how much they looked alike. Her mother kept her dark brown
hair shoulder length, and was a couple inches shorter at five feet five inches,
while Alaina topped out at five foot seven.
They both
had dark brown eyes, and her mother was still slim and curvy.

“That is hardly going
to
happen
Lainey, but if it did we’ll cross that
bridge when we come to it.”

“Oh,
my gawd.
You sound like a Stepford Wife. What has happened to you since I’ve bee
n gone? There will be no we, no bridge to cross, and no
damn mating to a wolf I don’t know or love.”

The slamming of a door
had them both turning to face the large man in the entry.

“I’m sorry to hear you
say that, Alaina, but you don’t have a choice. You’
re
on pack land and pack law says your alpha has the right to say who marries
whom. Since the last time I checked, I’m the alpha and your father, I’ve
decided you will mate and marry the wolf of my choosing,” Roger Strop said.

Alaina held her breath
at the
deep baritone of her dad. He’d always been
over protective of her, which was one of the reasons she’d gone away to
college, and chosen a position half-way across the country after graduation.
Seeing him exert his status and his anger toward her, she held
her breath. He was never happy with anything she’d done as
a child. He’d wanted a son, and since she was a girl, that was one check
against her. She couldn’t
shift,
two checks. The list kept getting
longer as she got older and didn’t fit into his role of t
he perfect daughter.

“Father, I’m sorry,
but that is crazy. I came home to see you and Mom. Not get married off to some
stranger. I have a job, a life back in Baltimore with people who are expecting
me to return.”

Her father’s piercing
blue eyes drilled he
r with his alpha stare. “I don’t
give a flying fuck if the President of the United fucking States is expecting
you for dinner at the White House.
My
land, my pack, my rules.
You will be mated, married, and out of
my family in forty-eight hours.”

She flinch
ed at each of his words, when the last sentence penetrated
her brain. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her mother pleading with
her eyes. Alaina opened her mind to let her mother in on their private path.
Another mark against her in her father’s
mind was her
ability to keep him out of her thoughts.

Don’t anger him, baby. Please just do
what he says. You will still be my daughter. He is upset at me, not you.
Adalynn’s voice sounded tear filled.

I don’t understand what is going on. Why
is he pissed
at you and taking it out on me?

Roger strode to
Alaina, pinching her chin between his fingers. “Don’t fucking mindspeak in my
presence, you two. Adalynn, get your ass in the kitchen and start lunch. I have
plans to finish up, but I’ll be back in a couple h
ours.
You both be on your best behavior this afternoon because I’m bringing your
intended over.” He released her with a vicious shove.

Alaina was expecting
the move and took a step back, using her fey abilities to go with his brute
strength.

“You’ll learn
your place with Rickard. He’ll make damn sure to train you
proper.”

They watched Roger
stomp from their home. Alaina could see her mother shaking in fear, and didn’t
want to add to it with more questions. She knew her mother kept a journal that
only anothe
r fey could read, and since she was the
only other
fey,
Adalynn felt safe writing her thoughts
down. Alaina made a motion with her hand indicating writing. Her mother gave
her a brief nod before heading into the kitchen to begin cooking.

By the time she fi
nished reading her mother’s journal that had been written
just for her, she was shaking. Her father didn’t hate her just because she
wasn’t a boy, but because she wasn’t his. He’d thought she wasn’t his, but
didn’t have proof until the school shooting had
made
the national news. The man Adalynn had loved from her old pack in Mystic had
seen the news, obviously put two and two together and came up with his
daughter. Clearly, her dad wasn’t happy to have had his doubts confirmed. She
could only imagine the ty
pe of man he wanted her to
marry. “I’ll take that one-way ticket to hell, please. Not.” She closed her
mother’s journal, putting it back in the bedside table where her mom kept it.