Kellen's Tempting Mate
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Authors: Elle Boon
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Kellen’s Tempting Mate
Iron Wolves Book 3
By
Elle Boon
© Copyright 2016 Elle Boon
ISBN: 978-1-945171-80-2
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Kellen’s Tempting Mate
ISBN: 978-1-945171-80-2
Kellen’s Tempting Mate, Iron Wolves
Copyright © 2016 Elle Boon
First E-book Publication: May 2016
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Edited by Janet Rodman Editing
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IRON WOLVES, BOOK 3
Chapter One
Elle Boon
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ellen Styles, alpha of the Iron Wolves, known for his iron control, was ready to rip the heads off of two human men he’d never met. It took monumental effort to make his claws retract. His jaw ached to rip into flesh and bone as he listened to Laikyn speak of the doctors she worked with. The way she so casually spoke of a ménage, when he’d thought she was pure and innocent, waiting for him to claim her, made him see red.
He let her soothe her patient, the young woman who’d been attacked and rescued by Kai Swift, the Navy SEAL, and friend to Rowan Shade. If she thought for one minute she’d be having one in front of her and another behind her ever again, she was sorely mistaken. Kellen would show her what it was like to be taken by a real man. One who didn’t need to share a woman with another to give her what she needed. He’d wipe them from her mind, and show her exactly what she’d been missing since that night he’d let her go. The night he’d found her in a club she shouldn’t have been in. A night that would forever be marked in his mind. A night that clearly hadn’t affected her nearly as much as it had him. “Mother fucking bastards.” He punched his fist into the wall.
He’d told her they were going to have a conversation, but until he could get his anger under control, he wasn’t safe to be around anyone, let alone the one meant to be his mate. Maybe he should fly to Kansas City and eliminate the men she’d been with. Maybe then he’d be able to relax. Kellen stomped back to his office, images of Laikyn with her fiery red hair sandwiched between two unknown men had him growling. Several wolves jumped out of his way as he entered the bar, his deep rumble reverberating around the club loud enough, all in the vicinity dropped to their knees. He ignored them, stomping into his office and shutting the door with a loud bang.
Kellen glared at the door an hour later as one of his best friends entered, holding a full bottle of his favorite liquor in his hand.
They settled down on the sofas across from one another. Deep into the second bottle, Kellen explained to Bodhi what he’d overheard as Laikyn spoke with Alexa Gordon. The twinkle in the dark eyes should’ve warned Kellen not to tell the other man. However, Bodhi had the ability to read others thoughts, and more than likely already knew.
“What the hell do you mean a threesome?” Bodhi asked, his signature bleach blond hair stood straight up on top.
Kellen glared at the younger wolf, not in the mood to repeat himself. Hearing her talk about the two doctors she was partners with had him seeing red. The tumbler in his hand cracked, the glass cut into his palm, blood mixing with the amber liquid spilling onto the floor.
“Fuckin-A,” Kellen swore, shaking out his hand.
“Want me to get the good Doc for you?” Bodhi asked.
A growl escaped before he could call it back. “Go for it. You might wanna kiss your balls goodbye before you do though.”
“Bodhi, if I were you, I’d get my ass out to the bar and find something else to do than fuck with the alpha. You are definitely biting off more than you can chew,” Rowan Shade said. His dark eyes laughing, walking inside the office without knocking.
“I swear to all you hold dear, I’m going to teach each of you some respect.” Kellen stomped into the large bathroom behind him, the one reserved for him and those he allowed. After he rinsed the blood off, the large gash was already healing thanks to his shifter abilities. Being the alpha, his powers were far superior to the others in his pack, making him heal even faster than normal. Wrapping a bandage around the now small wound, he walked back out to find someone had cleaned up the broken glass and replaced the tumbler with a new one. Rowan, he was sure.
“What’s on your mind, Shade?” Kellen picked up the drink, downing it in one swallow.
Rowan raised his brows. “Maybe I should come back when you’re not in a mood.”
“Shut it, Ro. What’s up?” Kellen walked around to one of the large overstuffed couches, taking a seat in the middle and waiting for their newest member to follow. Rowan had been accidentally bitten by a rogue group of werewolves, then turned by Lyric Carmichael, Xan Carmichael’s baby sister. Kellen and Xan were more like brothers, and therefore the younger woman was like a baby sister to him. Not to mention, she was best friends with his baby sister Syn. She’d broken a rule in not informing him when she’d saved the human, turning him into one of them, but Kellen wasn’t a bastard, much. He’d known from the first meeting that Rowan was going to be an asset to the pack, and had been proven correct on more than one occasion in the few short months since. However, he was still the alpha and wouldn’t allow anyone to run roughshod over him.
“I think we need to step up security around here, and train the entire pack in self-defense. I also understand you think you can protect everyone, and with your enforcers, me included, we do a damn good job,” Rowan held up his hand. “However, our women, and younger generation go outside the club and many live outside of the town boundaries, let alone the club. What happens if they are attacked there, or in groups? We teach them how to defend themselves without resorting to shifting, and with the help of using their enhanced strength, they have a much better chance at survival.” Rowan crossed his arms over his chest.
Kellen hated when others came up with an idea he should’ve, but he had to agree with Rowan. “That sounds solid. What do you need from me?”
“Damn, that was easy,” Rowan laughed.
Shaking his head, Kellen sat his empty glass on the coffee table. “I’m a reasonable man. Give me sound advice, and not a line of bullshit, and you’re more than likely gonna get the go ahead. Feed me some cockamamie story, and I’ll feed you my fist. See? I’m all reasonable and shit.”
“Yep, very sane and all that.” Rowan flashed him a toothy grin before continuing. “I’ve got the facility out at my place, plus I want to stay close to home with Lyric. I’d like to start sooner, rather than later. You want to handle the signups or whatever the hell you want to call them?”
“This is not a democracy, man. I’m gonna tell the pack it’s a new thing they will be doing. You tell me the days, and I’ll tell them to be there. Just like that.” He snapped his fingers. “Anything else?” Kellen got up to refill his drink, raising it in question before pouring his glass. As Rowan gave a shake, he shrugged and topped off his glass, coming back to settle on the couch.
“Alright, I’ll talk with Lyric and work out a few days a week. She and I will work together to get a timeframe that’ll maximize what’s best for everyone.”
Kellen waved his words away. “I don’t give two shits what is best for everyone, just what’s best for you two. Get it done.”
Rowan’s deep laugh filled the room. “You might want to talk to Lake before you bust a blood vessel.”
Raising his middle finger, Kellen made sure he didn’t break another glass. He may heal quickly, but that didn’t mean it didn’t sting just a little. “Go home. I’ve got shit to do. Women to fuck.”
Their newest member ambled out, his cowboy boots barely making a sound on the concrete floors. Kellen kicked his own booted feet up on the table and leaned his head back on the butter soft leather. Damn, he fucking hated the thoughts swirling around in his head. The only woman he wanted was a tall red haired temptress who didn’t seem to want him back. Sure, he could order her to come to him, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Kellen wanted her to want him the way he wanted and needed her. A mirthless laugh broke free. “Isn’t it ironic? The woman I want, is so far out of my reach, she might as well be on another planet.”
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L
aikyn heard the growl in the makeshift clinic. She’d know that sound anywhere. Her body came alive. “Damn it. Why couldn’t I want a nice normal man?” She wiped down the rest of the room, preparing it for the next patient who might need it.
“Because then we’d be all bored and shit.” Syn Styles walked into the room.
It took Laikyn a moment to catch her breath, when she looked at the petite woman standing in the doorway, an ache settled in her heart. Syn Styles and Lyric Carmichael were both five years younger than Laikyn, yet both women were much more intimidating. At five feet nine inches, Laikyn was a good four inches taller than the other woman, yet she still had no doubt who would win in a fight, and it wasn’t her. Karsyn, or Syn to her friends, tilted her dark head, and with eyes as blue as her brothers, stared at Laikyn, waiting for something that only she knew.
“Can I help you, Karsyn?” Laikyn busied herself with taking the rubber gloves off and tossing them into the garbage.
“Please, call me Syn. How are you, Lake?” Syn walked into the room touching the counter, her hands running over everything as if she was memorizing each thing.
“I’m good. You?” She cleared her throat, hating the show of weakness the croak emitted.
Syn laughed. “I’m not going to hurt you...well, unless you hurt my brother, then all bets are off. I don’t think you’re going to do that, though. Are you?”
What the hell was this? “I’m not sure what the heck you’re talking about. Your brother is the alpha. Nobody could hurt him.”
The younger woman was across the room in a flash. “You keep telling yourself that, dear. However, you and I both know he is more than that. He’s much more than
just
the alpha,” Syn spat. “He’s my brother, and I’ll kill anyone who hurts him. You got me?”
Laikyn may not be an alpha, but she was nobody’s bitch. She drew herself up to her full height, gripped the small hand wrapped in her shirt and squeezed. “Listen here, little girl. Don’t come in here and think to threaten me. I’d never hurt anyone, least of all Kellen. You want to see who has bigger teeth, then let’s do this, but not in my clinic.” Her beast came to the front, making her voice sound deeper.
