Dante's Dream

By Jana Leigh

Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. Ménage – MFM.
In book two of Chosen Wars: Brin is the New Council lawyer. He is helping to set up the European Senate, which in itself should be enough work. However, when a sexy Alpha female literally falls into his office unconscious—all bets are off on what he is supposed to be doing. Not sure of the extent of her injuries he calls his old friend, Quin, the Alpha of the New Council, who starts the ball rolling on a crazy wild adventure that will take them from England to France with one Alpha Vampire, one Cranky Female Wolf, and a human who plays referee.
Dante has had dreams since he was turned and they are always too cryptic to figure out right away. He should have listened to his conscience when he thought he should bring more than just eleven other vampires to help him. Hell, he needed a Full Armor suit to deal with his newfound mate. However, it was entertaining to watch her get mad at him.
Jax has one thing on her mind. Get to Italy, claim her father’s Pack as hers, and find the rest of the Pack who have disappeared. Two men are not going to deter her no matter how sexy they are, or how crazy they drive her.
The story goes to Europe where they are building the New Council Senate. The players have been set. Can they stop the Rogues from executing their plans?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jana Leigh
• Release date: Sep 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301151639

Jana Leigh

Jana Leigh lives in Colorado surrounded by her family and friends. She loves writing and meeting new people!

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Dante’s Dream

Chosen Wars

Book Two

By Jana Leigh

Published by JK Publishing, Inc.

© Copyright September 2012 Jana Leigh

Reissued February 2013

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Epilogue

Books by Jana Leigh

About the Author

Prologue

Being a lawyer for the undead made for very interesting office hours. However, Brin Hedrick was more than happy to make sure his clients were catered to. They were the largest clients he had, and paid amazingly well. He was currently waiting on the head of the Italian vampire Ambrosetti Clan to finish off the contract he had signed with the New Council, and send it back to him.

Orfeo and his mates were going to be setting up a Senate in Europe of the magical community of Shifters, Witches, Fae, Sidhe, and many others. Since many of the clans and packs lived originally in Europe, there was a culture built there that the New Council had not tapped into yet. With the help of the Ambrosetti Clan, they were hoping that they would have a sitting member from each of the communities on the Senate.

The Rogues were now trying to stop the revealing of their kind by kidnapping head families of communities in order to scare them into giving them support and people. They were going to fight the New Council all the way until the end. And Quin was just gearing up for the fight. Brin knew he would never go down without playing the last card in his hand. Fortunately, Brin was close enough to Quin and Jaden to know what that last card was. The secret was under lock and key until after the reveal.

Brin was located in Blackpool, England, and was a human. But he had grown up in the Gevaudan Pack with Quin and his brothers. They had given him recommendations and he had obtained some wealthy clients over the last few weeks. So far, he had traveled to Italy five times to iron out the contract for this whole thing the New Council planned. He wanted to go to see his childhood friend back in the United States before too long, to thank him and catch up. But his plans to travel seemed to be waylaid at every turn by an emergency.

He liked Cat and Tripp, Orfeo’s mates. They were settling in nicely at their new compound and plans were underway for the New Council to build a Senate house on the grounds they just purchased. Apparently, the Senate would be set up much like the New Council compound, where the members would all have homes on the property so they could meet. Brin was going to be the attorney for the Senate, a go-between with the New Council and the Senate. He could retire on the amount of money that contract would give him alone, but he would miss the day-to-day excitement. Where some attorneys specialized in some areas, he was in the magical world. Getting shifters out of trouble was fascinating and sometimes a bitch. Especially when dealing with cats, they tended to be a little harder to control than some of the other shifters he worked with.

It was a large undertaking and Brin was excited to be a part of it. The Senate would have twelve members like the New Council, and from there they would be able to help the American Council with the pack, Prides, etc. here in Europe. They had a large contingency over here with the Old Council compound still erect in Northern Italy. Most of the members were planning to move to the South. The Senate compound was already getting requests daily for admission. Soon they would be ready to build the houses that would hold the members of the Senate they were putting together.

Brin stood and stretched, ready to go and get a cup of coffee to stay awake again for this late night. Usually, he just forwarded the phone to his apartment and dealt with situations case by case. He had plenty of normal humans in the day hours that needed him also. It didn’t hurt that he was part of a wealthy family; Brin could take any case he wanted to.

As he reached the door to his office, it slammed open and a pile of clothes fell on the floor. Stunned by the sudden activity, Brin jumped back and looked around to see if someone was entering the room with the clothes. Why the hell would anyone throw clothes in his office? Weird. But when the clothes began to move he realized it was not just a pile, it was a person.

Brin knelt down next to the person and tried to find the head of whoever had tumbled in his doorway. What he found took his breath away. It was a female, her hair rich and dark red in color; her pale skin showed the bruises that marred her beauty. She had been beaten and what looked like possibly tortured. The dried blood from the cuts on her face told him that she had been running for a while.

Shoot, stop staring and do something, he thought to himself and looked around the room for something to put under her head. Brin had no clue if she was a shifter, he wouldn't be able to call the normal doctor if she was.

He grabbed the phone and called Quin, his friend thankfully answered on the first ring.

Hello? Quin said a little sleepily. Brin looked at the clock and grimaced.

Shit, sorry man, this is Brin, how can you tell if someone is a shifter? he asked quickly.

His friend chuckled into the receiver and said, Brin, shit you scared the crap out of me, no one calls this number unless it's the folks calling me to tell me my little brother is in trouble again.

Nope, not the parents. I had a person literally fall into my office unconscious a few minutes ago, but I don’t want to call the real docs unless I know she is a shifter or something. I can't tell, and since that's really the only clients I have had for about three years, thanks to you, I would guess she is, but I have never seen one pass out before, Brin said hastily and then brushed the hair of the beauty’s face. Fuck, she was perfect.

Quin had obviously took the matter to heart and said briskly, You can't, you should know that.

Brin groaned and said, Yeah, yeah. I guess I didn’t make myself clear. I'm pretty sure she's a shifter, how do I tell what kind?

Well, all of us have telltale signs of our origins. What does she look like? Quin asked.

Gorgeous, red hair, small, I don’t know, he said sarcastically. Her clothes are in tatters and it looks like she's had the crap beat out of her. Let me see if I can find some ID on her.

Quin sighed and waited while Brin put down the phone and began looking for something, anything to let him know who she was. He felt a little foolish now that he called the Alpha of the New Council to ask him such a stupid question. But Quin and he were friends before anything.

When they were younger, Brin's family was killed in an accident while on vacation from Florida. He was the sole survivor of the crash, and thankfully they had been in Quin’s father’s territory at the time. The Alpha had opened his pack and his home to him when he needed it the most. Sadly enough, it was probably because he had seen one of the Enforcers shift when he came to try to save his family at the crash site, but still. Brin liked to think that maybe Quin’s father had sense that he could trust him.

He had never betrayed that trust, and worked hard for the shifters and magical communities since he finished college. First, he had worked for the pack, but as time went on Brin decided to go out on his own. He found this quaint little town and opened up shop three years ago, and had been busy ever since. Blackpool was one of the neutral territories set up by the magical community. He moved here for that purpose. Many of the people in the magical community knew who he was, and who he used to work for. It had gone a long way for his business, now he had the pack contract and also Prides, Covens, Pecks, and many more.

He felt a bump in the underlining of the torn jacket the girl was wearing. Pulling out a wad of cash, his card and a passport, Brin frowned and picked up the phone. I found a passport. I think it's her, can't tell because half of her face is covered in blood and her hair is a mess. But I think her name is Jaxine Pureven.

Fuck, Brin, lock your fucking doors and make sure that there is no one outside. I am calling the nearest Enforcers to you and sending them. Jax is the daughter of the Alpha from the Credence Pack in Ireland; they were attacked and presumed all dead a week ago. We have crews in the area that will be there in an hour. Quin yelled into the phone and Brin stood up, pulled the small woman fully into the room and held the phone with his shoulder and cheek, and listened to Quin yelling for his mate, Jaden, to get someone over there.

He shut the doors and locked them before putting the bar in place that Quin’s father insisted on installing in case a shifter got out of control in the office. The bar would not allow anything through it unless it was an elephant, and as of yet, he had not heard there was a shifting elephant. Although it would be cool.

Moving around the room quickly, he pulled the shades and looked outside. There really didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary. But he, of course, could only see a little, it was dark and his office’s street was not a hot spot.

Done, now what? Brin said into the phone and looked down at the woman who had survived the attack he had read about in the New Council Beta’s report yesterday. It had been Roarke and the rest of the Rogues; they were targeting key packs that would make the rest fear to come out in the open and support the New Council. This is why the Senate was needed here. The old ways were just too easy for them to fall back into if no one was here to help them defend themselves. Orfeo was sending a troop of vampires to help with the cleanup and cover up from the humans as well.

Devon, the Beta of the New Council, had thought there had to be survivors in hiding. Sadly enough, they had identified the Alpha and his mate. There had been no mention of a child; however, there had also been no mention of the fact that the Rogues had done terrible things to the pack before they killed them. Sick fuckers, Brin wanted to kill them. Looking down at the woman who looked like she