Wanted: Devils Point Wolves #3 (Mating Season Collection)

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Devils Point Wolves #3

The Mating Season Collection

by Eliza Gayle

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The mating moon is rising…

Wherever that silver light touches, lone male werewolves are seized by the urge to find their mates. Join these six packs of growly alpha males (with six packs!) as they seek out the smart, sassy women who are strong enough to claim them forever.

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WANTED: Devils Point Wolves #3

Allison Fox is on the hunt again. Except this time the werewolf she’s been assigned to track is her brother. The search has led to the island of Devils Point and it doesn’t take her long to figure out she’s hit the mother lode—of werewolves. But when she meets Diego, her world turns upside down.

As mating season comes to a close, Diego is thrown into chaos when he’s given the task of interrogating the female hunter who would like nothing more than to kill him. His track record with women sucks and this one is no better. Especially when his wolf stands up and claims her as his mate.

Chapter One

Allison Fox twisted in the sand, putting the handcuffs holding her wrists underneath her and came face to face with a devil. A dark eyed, dark haired gorgeous devil at that whose every tall, muscled inch towered over here. Despite the scowl and the danger emanating from him, the man underneath intrigued her.
 

She recognized her captor as Diego, one of the brothers who owned Club Diablo. A strip club that sat at the entrance to Devils Point, the island these men called home.

Except these were no ordinary men. They were dangerous werewolves who threatened humanity with their very existence. Although they were nothing like the wolves she’d encountered in the past. These were clean, well dressed and rather articulate. It hadn’t been easy identifying them as shifters at first.
 

Except this was their mating season, the one time a year they lost control when it came to their need to mate. And with such single-minded focus distracting them, they tended to let their guards down.

“You got her, Diego? Or do you need our help getting her home?”

She turned to the voice to see Dante and Damien also staring down at her. Although they were shifting around as if antsy to get the hell out of there.

“Not much to it. Look at her. She’s like a scrawny rat. I can handle her alone.”

Scrawny rat. She took offense at his assessment of her but kept her mouth firmly shut. The less she engaged the better. Besides, her energy was better used to figure out her escape. She still had a mission to accomplish before she could go home.

“Good, we’re headed back home to check on the others. But Chess and Branch will be around if you need some help.”

Diego leaned down and grabbed her around the shoulder and hauled her to her feet. Effortlessly she noted. No small feat for her one hundred and seventy pounds. He might have compared her to a scrawny rat, but she was far from it. Thanks to her family genes she was stocky at best and overweight at worst. And no diet in the world seemed to change that.
 

“Let me go,” she demanded, wrenching her arm free from his hold.

“No,” Diego said.

“Have fun little brother. Don’t forget to call if you need some help handling her.” Both men disappeared into the woods amidst guffaws and snickers. Whatever was so funny she didn’t understand.
 

“You can’t hold me like this. I have rights.”
 

He glared at her, the intensity in his eyes allowing some of her fear to get the better of her.

“You gave up your rights when you tried to shoot my brother.” Diego wrapped his hand around her arm just above the elbow and steered her in the direction his brothers had gone.
 

Handcuffed and having been divested of all of her primary weapons, even the small hunting knife she kept in her boot, she had no choice but to go with him and hope as time went on she’d discover a way to break free and then make these wolves pay.

“Why did you try to shoot him?”

“He’s a werewolf. Why wouldn’t I?”

“That’s a shitty answer.”

Allison shrugged. “It’s the truth.”

He stopped and hauled her close. So close there was barely a breath between them and she immediately felt his body heat. And his scent. It didn’t take supernatural anything to identify the woodsy outdoors mixed with the spice of his soap. It was a heady mix.

More than that. He was somehow screwing with her brain. She couldn’t exactly focus on anything but him and how good he felt this close to her.
 

She planted her hands on this chest and tried to push away. “Whatever you’re doing to me stop it. I don’t do wolves and getting inside my head won’t change that.”

“You don’t do wolves.” He repeated her statement very slowly and with a low growl behind it. “And how exactly am I getting in your head? I haven’t even begun to interrogate you.”

“I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. “I just know something’s not right and you must be the cause of it.”

He rolled his eyes and continued his trek, pulling her along with him. “You’re nuts and I don’t mean that in some cute way like you humans think. I was at a party, minding my own business. I sure as hell didn’t need this shit tonight. I mean look at that moon. Do you even know what that means?”

“Your mating season is coming to an end?” She glanced up at the near full moon shining unbelievably bright in the sky and took a scientific guess based on what she’d been taught.
 

“How do you know that?” he demanded.

“Just lucky I guess.”
 

He shook his head and she heard that low growl again. “This is not how you want to play it with me tonight. I’m already on edge. Having to deal with you isn’t helping.”

“This isn’t exactly a party for me either. These handcuffs are digging into my wrists and I’m being dragged deep into the woods by a beast. Last time I checked that doesn’t bode well for me.”

“This isn’t a horror movie. I have no cabin in these woods where I take nosy, dangerous humans like you and slaughter them.”

She stumbled before righting herself. “But you do have a home out here?” she asked.

“Yeah, the one you shot up earlier. I live there with my brother.”

Interesting. “Sounds like you and your brother are close.”

“We are. Which is why I’m a little put out that you tried to kill him tonight.”

“If I had tried to kill him he would be dead. I haven’t missed a shot like that since I was twelve and learning to shoot.”

Diego whipped around and she crashed into him face first considering the top of her head barely came to his shoulders. This was no ordinary crash though. Never in her life had she landed on such a finely sculpted wall of muscle. The few guys she’d let get this close were not built like this. Athletic yes, extraordinary specimens, no.

“Would you please stop doing that?”
 

His chest rumbled under her cheek. “What’s wrong, little girl, are you afraid of the big bad wolf?”

“Hardly. I just have no need for you in my personal space.”

He shifted closer and she could have sworn for a fleeting second he was hard. And this time she wasn’t referring to his chest or abs. Allison sucked in a breath.

For a few long seconds neither of them spoke and all she heard was the roaring of her pulse in her ears. Or maybe it was the erratic and wild tempo of her heartbeat. No, she wasn’t exactly afraid of the wolf, but this wasn’t like her previous encounters and she couldn’t explain why being so close to this one made her heart beat double time or her body ache.
 

“Get in,” he ordered.

She blinked and looked up at him, not entirely sure she heard him correctly.
 

“What do you—” He nodded his head to the right and she turned to see he was directing her toward a dark, open topped jeep with big tires on it that were great for mudding.

“Uhm, no thanks,” she said. “I don’t take rides from strangers.”

He sighed and wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her where he wanted her. A pulsing shock of electricity coursed through her at his touch. For a second all she could focus on was that tiny contact and by the time enough of her wits returned to focus, he was already walking around the vehicle and getting in.

“I demand you let me go.” She was beginning to panic. Between the weird unexplained reactions to his touch and the fear of being held captive in some wolf lair, she had to exert some control into the situation.

“I wanted a carefree party and maybe a dick sucking tonight. I guess neither of us is going to get what we want.”

Her brain tripped and melted. His vulgar reference to oral sex should have pissed her off or at the very least grossed her out at the image that painted in her head. So why had the ache in her chest suddenly traveled south. Not once had anyone in her family mentioned that wolves had special pheromones that could ensnare her. But why else was she having such a visceral reaction to a man like him? He was supposed to be disgusting and bloodthirsty and a danger to human society.

She wasn’t supposed to want to screw his brains out within five minutes of meeting him.

Obviously unaffected or unaware of what was going on with her, he started the engine and took off.

Chapter Two

Diego pushed the pedal hard and drove them across the island at top speed despite the twists and turns and bumpy road conditions. He didn’t care. Maybe white knuckling the steering wheel and forcing his concentration on the road would get his mind off the woman sitting in the passenger seat, taunting him.
 

Although with his head filled with her scent and the feel of her breasts pushed against his chest imprinted in his mind for all eternity he doubted anything would work right now. One more night was all he’d needed. One more long night of mating season and he would have been home free for another year. And instead the worst possible choice sat next to him while all he could think about was getting inside her.

He hated this shit. Mating season was supposed to be some great thing. A way for wolves to ensure their lines by hooking up and procreating. All he saw it as was a weakness and he had no time or inclination for weakness.

The fact both his brothers had accepted their mates this season didn’t phase him. Damien had been circling Faith from a distance for a while despite his protests and Dante could only survive so long in denial.
 

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