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Judging Jager
Judging Jager
Judging Jager
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Judging Jager

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Re-release of the same title, if you have the previous version please do not repurchase.

When Jager’s old pack kicks him out under the guise of going back to nature, Jag turns to his Moon Pack friends to take him in. However when he goes to get a drink sexy tiger shifter, Ryder picks him up.

Ryder has never been attracted to wolf shifters before but something about the way Jag prowls through the club has his inner tiger growling with approval. Ryder came to the Moon Pack to find out what happened to his brother Dare but when he uses Jag to get the answers he seeks he jeopardizes the chance of ever gaining Jag’s trust again.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAmber Kell
Release dateJun 28, 2013
ISBN9781301154005
Judging Jager
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Amber Kell

Amber Kell is a dreamer who has been writing stories in her head for as long as she could remember.She lives in Seattle with her husband, two sons, three cats and one very stupid dog. To learn more about her current books or works in progress, check out her blog at http://amberkell.wordpress.com.Her fans can also reach her at amberkellwrites@gmail.com.

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Judging Jager - Amber Kell

Prologue

Anthony Carrow stared at King Linnel with narrowed eyes. His fingers twitched with the urge to send a lightning bolt up the king’s ass. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t save his mate, the only reason he remained in this gods- and goddesses-forsaken kingdom. Linnel knew the key to opening Silver’s cage, and if Anthony so much as fiddled with the lock, the spell enclosing Silver would kill his mate .

The only way to free his mate would be the death of the king, and Anthony found that less and less of a deterrent every day. Anthony looked over the court, trying to decide who would make the best new royal. Eventually, Linnel would slip enough that the pathetic, pleading expressions of his people wouldn’t be sufficient to protect him from Anthony’s wrath. Anthony and Silver had come to find Anthony’s father, only to fall into the king’s trap. It had been a long time since he’d felt this level of helplessness.

He needed to concentrate on keeping calm and not killing the bastard who held them captive. Silver’s pack would soon come to the rescue, and when they did, Anthony would vaporize the smug fucker.

When King Linnel turned to look at him, Anthony made sure his thoughts were reflected in his smile.

The king dropped his drink.

Chapter 1

I ’ve decided to move the pack to our territory up north. Maybe the Moon pack will take you in, since you’re such buddies with them. Madros Knoll, Jager’s alpha, sneered, his expression displaying more than words how little he thought of the Moon pack wolves and, in turn, Jager .

Jager stared back at his alpha for a long moment as he tried to comprehend what the other man had said. When had an alternate reality entered the scene? He’d come at Madros’ phone call only to be tossed aside like a used tissue. It generally took breaking a pack law to get thrown out.

What the hell had he done?

You’re kicking me out? What’s the offense? Jager asked.

His chest hurt. The pain of rejection stung like a slap to the face and a punch to his heart.

Madros, his alpha up to a few minutes ago, looked uncomfortably around the room as if hoping the spiders would save him from their conversation. We just think you’d be happier elsewhere.

Anger burned through him. He might not be an alpha, but he wasn’t deadweight either.

I’ve contributed, given tithe! Hell, with so many people out of work, he’d given more than his fair share of the money he made from his modeling work. Everyone in the pack donated into the group funds to take care of the pack’s needs, helping to provide for education, housing, and sometimes even food when times were tough.

That’s just it, Jager. We’re going to go live off the land. Unless you’d like to give us more financing, there just won’t be room for a city wolf in the country. The alpha’s voice trailed away as if he lost the confidence to continue his bullshit while facing Jager.

Fury filled him, followed quickly by gut-wrenching despair. Jager had always suspected the pack had only wanted him for his cash, but he’d hoped deep down they at least cared for one of their own. The cold light in the alpha’s eyes told him his mistake. Acceptance didn’t live in the other man’s eyes, only cold calculation. They were betting he’d give them his last dime before he went rogue.

They were mistaken.

Jager flashed his fangs, a sign of disrespect to the higher-level wolf. I hope you enjoy being Paul fucking Bunyan, because I’m out of here.

As if from an unheard signal, the office door opened, and two of the pack betas entered. They’d obviously been listening to the entire exchange, because they couldn’t meet Jag’s gaze either.

Don’t bother to throw me out. I don’t want to be part of such a pitiful excuse for a pack anyway! He pushed angrily past them. Neither of them tried to stop Jager or even punish him for disrespecting their Alpha.

They didn’t call out to him either.

Heart aching and soul-sick, Jager left the building. They never cared. After three years of working his ass off on runways and sweating beneath photographer lights to help provide for the pack, they tossed him away like yesterday’s news.

He walked away from the pack territory, pulled out his phone, and dialed his sister.

Hey, Jag. Delilah’s voice, bubbly and sweet, came across the line.

They tossed me out, Jager spat the words, fast and bitter.

Who did what to you? Delilah’s tone hardened.

Madros told me they were going back to nature and didn’t want me along. He blinked back tears as he marched through the dark streets. At that moment, he kind of wished someone would attack him. Snapping a mugger’s neck would finish off his day nicely.

I’ll kill the fucker. I knew he was no good, but you always said we needed to belong to a pack. Madros announced last week, when you were out of town, they were going to the hills, but I thought it was one of those pack-building exercises. I should rip out his throat and leave him for the coyotes, Delilah growled.

Del, you know you don’t mean that, Jager soothed. Besides, if you killed him the pack would get even, and you wouldn’t be around to take care of Sammy.

That’s true. Del’s voice held genuine affection. She adored Farro Moon’s son. She’d been watching him for a while now, and she had grown fond of both Sammy and his fathers.

I’m just glad I didn’t give Madros access to my bank accounts. The bastard would’ve bled me dry, Jager said.

That’s because you’re smart and don’t need him. Talk to Anthony and Silver. They’ll set you up right. They owe you for all the help you’ve given them over the years.

Jager smiled at his sister’s self-righteousness. They don’t owe me, but I’ll talk to them. Want me to mention you? He wouldn’t pressure his sister to give up her pack, not because he got himself kicked out.

You’d better, Del snarled. Because if I go back to Madros’ pack, it’s only to rip his stupid head off his shoulders and shove it up his ass.

Jager laughed. The image of his delicately built sister destroying the Alpha wolf danced in his mind for one brief, glorious moment before evaporating like a wistful dream. Only a few minutes before, he hadn't thought he’d feel better for quite a while, but a little time spent on the phone with his sister and his world tumbled back together.

Thanks, sis. I’m feeling better now.

He disconnected the phone after assuring her he’d call back after he talked to the Moon pack. He didn’t know how long he walked but his feet hurt in his Italian leather shoes by the time he realized he’d crossed to the other side of town and into Moon pack’s territory.

A familiar door stood before him. Silver’s club. Perfect.

If nothing else, he could dance, drink, and maybe find a friendly fuck before he had to face the next day. Hell, the Alpha hadn’t even really given him a choice. He’d bet the rest of the pack knew Madros’ plans long before they shared the news with Jager. It just proved he’d never really been part of the pack. He wondered what they’d have done if he’d agreed to go with them.

Fuck them all. He hoped they had a rabid tick and flea infestation

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