Saving His Mate (A vampire-werewolf romance)

Saving His Mate

A Crescent Moon Story

Savannah Stuart

Saving His Mate

Copyright © 2014 by Savannah Stuart

ISBN: 9780996087414

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Author E.M.S.

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Dedication

For my wonderful readers.

Chapter 1

“You look like a hobo,” Grant said to Rex, eyeing him with clear disgust.

“At least I don’t smell like one,” he muttered, shifting against the chair in the alpha wolf’s office.

Grant snorted. “That’s up for debate.”

Rex shrugged, not caring that he looked like he’d come straight from a low rent biker bar after getting in a fight with twenty bikers who deserved a good ass-kicking. Because that’s exactly where he’d come from. As a 250-year old vampire he needed to let out his aggression sometimes. He preferred sex—though it had been a while—but fighting worked just as well. “Fucking sue me.”

The alpha snorted again. “You sound so human when you say that.”

He laughed. Vamps and shifters didn’t engage in legal battles often. They usually settled things much more violently.

“So what’s going on? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to move in on my territory.” There wasn’t an edge to the male’s voice so Rex knew he wasn’t being serious.

The truth was, vampires didn’t spend much time in shifter territory but over the last year Rex had ended up in Gulf Shores, Alabama multiple times because he’d been hunting rogue vamps, putting him directly into Kincaid pack territory. “Just another job. Foolish newborn robbed a powerful vamp and now I’m hunting him down.” And he was getting tired of doing the same thing over and over. For years he’d loved being a bounty hunter. Unlike other powerful, older vamps he’d never been able to put down roots with a coven. He hadn’t wanted to. It was odd but he felt more kinship with the wolf sitting across from him than most of his own kind. Wolves and other shifters weren’t cold or indifferent to the world like so many vamps.

Grant watched him for a long moment. “You sound exhausted.”

Rex half-smiled, not surprised by the other male’s observation. He started to respond when the door behind him opened. Before he turned he scented two females, one who was Talia, Grant’s human-mate-turned-shifter. He shifted in his seat and stood as the women entered. He nodded politely at both of them and waited until they’d entered before he sat back down. It didn’t matter how old he was, certain manners had been bred into him hundreds of years ago. Turned at the beginning of the American Revolution, to say he was from a different generation would be an understatement.

“Hey, Rex,” Talia said, hurrying to her mate. She practically jumped in Grant’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as she planted a noisy kiss on his cheek.

From the subtle scent of vodka wafting off her and the other female he vaguely recognized, he guessed they’d been drinking. And it was clear Talia wanted to be alone with her mate.

Rex stood. “Grant, I won’t be in town longer than I have to be. Thanks for letting me hunt in your territory.”

Keeping his arm wrapped around Talia’s waist as he held her in his lap, the male shook his head slightly. “I don’t care how long you’re here… And I’d like to talk to you about taking a permanent position with my pack. It’d mean no more bounty hunting except jobs I might need. But you could put down roots if you want to.”

The alpha couldn’t have shocked Rex more if he’d tried. Rex frowned, watching Grant as the other female sat in the chair he’d vacated with a sigh of exhaustion.

“Oh, a vampire in our pack! We’ll be like the United Nations of packs. Wolf and jaguar shifters and now a vampire. I like it,” the female said, her words slightly slurred. She wasn’t being insincere either, even if she was clearly intoxicated. Sarah; that was her name. He recognized her from a BDSM club where he’d been hunting a rogue. She’d been whipping some guy with a flogger. Definitely not his scene.

He ignored her and narrowed his gaze at Grant. He knew the alpha wouldn’t have made the offer if he wasn’t serious. Grant wouldn’t joke about something like that. “We’ll discuss this tomorrow. Alone.”

Grant grinned, as if he thought he knew Rex’s answer. How could Grant when Rex didn’t know—even if he was tempted. “Meet me at the house after dark.”

“I’ll be there.” He nodded once at Talia and started to turn toward the door when a subtle lavender scent rolled over him. His fangs ached at the sight of a tall, leggy female shifter standing in the doorway. With beautifully bronzed skin and a knee-length black dress that hugged her slender body in all the right places, his mouth practically watered as he drank in all her subtle curves. The dress tied around the back of her neck in a halter style and the way it pulled against her breasts showed enough cleavage that he felt like…hell, he’d never felt like this. For how slender she was, her breasts were surprisingly full. More than a handful and right about now, he could easily envision cupping them, licking them, teasing…

The dark-haired woman flicked a glance at him for a millisecond before looking right past him. He couldn’t stop staring if his life depended on it and she’d barely noticed him. Talk about a blow to his ego.

“Are you two hooligans done for the night?” the beautiful woman asked.

Rex stared, his gaze tracking her as she moved farther into the room. His heart rate kicked up a notch and he had to force it to remain steady, to appear as if he was unaffected. Unlike the human myths that said vamps didn’t have hearts, he definitely did. And right now his was beating out of control. What the hell was wrong with him? His fangs pushed at his gums, aching to be unleashed with an insistency he hadn’t felt in over two centuries. It was…

Fuck.

No. No, no, no.

It was
not
what he thought it was. He refused to even think the words.

“You can’t use a word like hooligan. You sound like an eighty year old woman,” Talia teased, still perched in Grant’s lap, though she swayed slightly and Rex realized she’d had more to drink than he originally thought.

“I’m two hundred,” the female said, laughter in her voice. “Grant, these two maniacs are done for the night. I’m sure you’ll get Talia home so I’m taking Sarah back to the compound.”

The compound was the condominium complex the pack owned. Pricey beach front property where every packmate had a view of the ocean. It was right next to Grant’s two-story beach house. Seriously prime real estate.

“Hey, I don’t need…yeah, okay maybe I do,” Sarah slurred again, slumping against the chair.

“I’ll escort them,” Rex blurted, surprising himself and everyone else in the room.

All eyes turned his way and he could feel Grant’s curious gaze on him but Rex just watched the dark-haired female. Her espresso-colored gaze raked over him from head to toe, as if she found his offer amusing. She raised an eyebrow then turned back to her alpha without even acknowledging him. “I’ve got Sarah.”

Grant nodded. “Okay, but Rex will go with you, Margery.”

The female stilled, her jaw tightening. “I don’t need any help taking a drunk packmate home. Especially not from a vampire.”

What the hell did that mean? Rex frowned, but didn’t respond. Maybe she didn’t trust vampires. That wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibilities. Just because he and Grant were friends didn’t mean that vamp-shifter friendships were normal.

“I’m not drunk,” Sarah muttered as she fiddled with her cell phone. It appeared as if she was trying to unlock the screen but couldn’t figure out her code.

“Humor me.” There was no give to Grant’s voice, his wolf in his eyes as he gave her an order.

“Grant.” She gave her alpha an imploring look and for some reason Rex was positive there was more to her hesitancy than she was saying aloud. Margery and Grant were clearly having an unspoken conversation. After a long moment, the female sighed. “Fine, but no baked goods for you for a month,” she snapped in annoyance.

To Rex’s surprise, Grant just grinned again while Talia loudly whispered that she’d share her stash with him.

As Margery helped Sarah to her feet, she muttered something under her breath about obnoxious vampires. Moving into action, Rex went to help her, but she shot him an annoyed glare so he backed off.

“I don’t need your help,” she said quietly.

“My name is Rex.” It wasn’t exactly hostility he sensed in her voice, but she was definitely wary of his kind. He didn’t like it. For some reason the thought of this female feeling anything for him other than hunger raked against his senses like silver daggers.

She didn’t respond, just steadied her packmate and headed for the door. Rex wasn’t sure why Grant had ordered the female to let him help, but he wasn’t going to question the alpha. The woman—Margery—had the most addicting scent. It wasn’t just her natural lavender scent, there was something else under the surface driving his senses crazy. As he started to shut the door behind them he saw Talia straddling Grant and quickly pulled it closed.

As they reached the elevators, Sarah swayed against Margery and Rex immediately reached out a hand to help steady her. If his fingers happened to brush against Margery’s shoulder then all the better for him.

She instantly pulled away from him in the elevator, putting intentional distance between them as she pressed the button for one of the parking garages. And she was still avoiding his gaze.

“Grant asked him to join our pack,” Sarah said in what she probably thought was a whisper as she laid her head on Margery’s shoulder. “He’s cute.” Even if she had been whispering he still would have heard her with his supernatural hearing. Something the female had likely forgotten in her inebriated state.

Margery looked at him then, full-on this time, not just a glance. Her dark eyes were so damn captivating he couldn’t have looked away if he’d wanted to. “You’re Rex the bounty hunter? The one who helped Ella with that vampire back in January?”

He nodded, hoping that would give him some standing with her when clearly she didn’t like vampires. He probably wasn’t helping his cause when he looked beat to hell in grungy jeans, shit-kickers and a ripped T-shirt. “Yes. And normally I don’t smell like dirty humans. I got into an altercation earlier this evening.”

“You think humans are dirty?”

“No, but the ones I fought were.” The stench of booze and sex had been rolling off them in pungent waves.

She relaxed a fraction at his words, which told him she clearly liked humans. Made sense considering her alpha had mated one. “Are you the same Rex who took Talia out on a date?”

He froze at her question. The elevator jerked to a halt, the soft ding alerting them they were at their destination.

She didn’t wait for a response, just muttered under her breath again as she exited the elevator with Sarah.

Rex was right on her heels. “It was one time and before I knew she was with Grant.” It wasn’t as if they’d even kissed. He’d asked the pretty human out because he’d thought she was available. He hadn’t known she’d been in a fight with her then-boyfriend—or that her boyfriend had been a powerful alpha. Hell, Grant hadn’t even told her about the existence of supernatural beings at the time.