Pack Secrets

By Shannon Duane

What happens when your mate keeps secrets? Definitely the following...laughter, drama, hot sex and what book would be complete without some type of attempted murder?
This book is an Alaskan Pack series continuation. Justin, a healer, attends his brothers wedding and scents his mate. She eludes him, but he doesn't give up so easily.
Dee Marie has a major chip on her shoulder, but she lets it go for the sake of her son. Her secrets are many. Yet, difficult to hold onto with a child who loves to talk...to everyone. Especially, the sexy brother of her new Alpha, who has the most kind soul and a body that makes her drool.
Keeping her secrets isn't an option for long, but this independent shifter vows to hold her secrets close for as long as she can.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shannon Duane
• Release date: Apr 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311390455

Shannon Duane

Shannon Duane is married, with three beautiful children, living right outside Napa Valley. She works, full time, in a busy emergency room as a registered nurse.

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Pack Secrets

Fated Mate Series: Book 7

Shannon Duane

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2015 by: Shannon Duane

Cover Design by: Laura Shinn

Edited by: Kama Monroe

ISBN:

Shannon Duane

Don’t miss the other books in Shannon’s Fated Mate series:

Book 1 – An Alpha’s Trust

Book 2 – A Second Chance

Book 3 – A Pack Family

Book 4 – Mate Magic

Book 5 – Surviving The Pack

Book 6 – Pack Law

Book 7 – Pack Secrets

Watch for Book 8 -- coming soon!

Irish Boys Series

Book 1 – Carrick’s Caress

Book 2 – Liam’s Danger

Watch for book 3 –coming soon

License Notes:

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Pack Secrets is a work of fiction. Though some of the cities and towns actually exist they are used in a fictitious manner for purposes of this work. All characters are works of fiction and any names or characteristics similar to any person past, present or future are coincidental.

Dedication

This book, most definitely, is dedicated to Mrs. Monroe. You are the most dedicated fan and an awesome editor. I love your suggestions and enthusiasm. We’ll have our online coffee and chat soon. I love swapping stories and life experiences. I wonder if I should have had you edit the dedication…too late.

Also, thanks to the Facebook ladies that give me opinions and double check my spelling and grammar. You know who you are and I’ll be checking in with you for the next book soon.

On a serious note:

This past month has been…interesting. Although life is difficult I want to thank my family, co-workers and everyone who has had a positive influence. My motto is to laugh through the stress. I hope that you’re able to find comedy or comfort in my words.

I love life and the trials associated. I look forward to the future and all the wonderful experiences awaiting me.

And…a big happy birthday to my Grandpa, you may be gone, but never forgotten.

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Prologue

Justin silently watched as another of his brothers got married. He considered himself the last triplet standing. Ironically, while growing up he was the one who couldn’t wait to be mated and start a family. Which meant his bonehead brothers, no offense intended, had found their other halves first. Wasn’t that just the way of the world? He watched as the newly married Blake spun his mate Delilah around the dance floor during their first song, Stevie Wonder’s, ‘Signed, Sealed, Delivered.’

A little voice interrupted his moody internal dialogue. Mister Justin, can you come help me? I was playing with a little boy, he’s four, and he fell. His knee hurts, Mister Justin.

Crouching to Trevor’s level, Justin laughed to himself because Trevor was six and if you were even days younger than him he considered you little. In all fairness, Trevor was blessed, or cursed, however you wanted to look at it, with the gift of sight. He’d had it all his life and was trying desperately to find a balance with what to tell people about the future and what to hold in. He might only be six, but it was an old six. Justin knew from experience how that sort of ability and responsibility could shape a young boy. He’d been born a natural healer, able to take pain of others into himself so they didn’t feel it and able to help wounds heal much faster, at a small cost to his own health.

The voice interrupted his inner musings again. Mister Justin…

I’m sorry, Trev, of course I’ll help your new friend. Just lead on brave soldier and I’ll follow you. He stood up as Trevor took his hand and led him to the corner of the room near the cake table. Sitting there was a small boy with dirty brown hair and frosting smeared all over his face.

Uh oh, someone got into the cake a little early, huh? Trevor, I know you ate some cake too, so go wash your hands or your parents will get mad. Don’t forget to bring me back a washcloth for this lil’ guys face, will ya?

Trevor ran off in the direction of the bathroom to do as Justin said. Justin crouched down, approaching the boy slowly. Hi, my name is Justin, what’s your name?

The boy pushed farther into the corner, his brown hair shaking back and forth over his forehead, while he whimpered and clutched his knee. His eyes were wide and innocent, but held a smidge of fear. Obviously, his mother was smart and taught him stranger danger. It was inconvenient right now, but a good thing to know otherwise.

Justin came a foot closer. I won’t hurt you lil’ guy, I help people feel better.

He was now close enough to pick up a scent that clung to the boy’s clothes. Mango. The child didn’t smell like mango, but the sweet scent was faint on his clothes. Wow, he was instantly awake and alert. Why did such a common scent lingering on this little kid send his senses into overdrive? Could it be the scent of his future mate?

Move away from my son.

Holy moly, that voice. God, it was like cold butter on a warm biscuit, a nice cool beer on a hot summer day, and a thousand fingers massaging his entire body at the same time. If the kid weren’t right in front of him he might have shot a load into his tux.

I said, move away from my son. Please.

One minute he was crouched in front of the kid and the next he was on his ass looking up the skirt of a fine looking woman. Her hair might have been a dull brown, but her eyes were amber and had the most beautiful almond shape. Her hair appeared to be kissing her shoulders and was just as straight as her sons. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent deep into his lungs; well, I’ll be darned. Her perfume was…overwhelming. Some mix of flowers that didn’t enhance her natural scent at all. In fact, it was so unpleasant he sneezed.

I was just trying to make him feel better.

She moved closer and shot him an annoyed look full of a hefty side of disbelief. What did she think he was some sort of child molester? Trevor chose that moment to run up to Justin and throw a soaking wet wad of paper towels at him. He jumped when the towels hit his groin, soaking into his pants.

Here ya go, now you can clean up the evidence.

The intriguing woman stepped in front of the boy and hissed, an actual hiss like she was a cat and he was annoying her. She followed her hiss with, I think it’s time we go, Carter.

Bending over, she gave him an enticing view of her tight backside followed by another quick whiff of her scent. He sneezed and pulled back in disgust. She must have bathed in a floral perfume: so much that he couldn’t even smell her natural scent. His nose burned, causing him to sneeze again and back away.

Her son whimpered as she attempted to pick him up, so Justin pulled the wet paper towels out of his now soaked lap and approached slowly on his knees. Hi, Carter, I’m Justin, he turned to the woman, and you are?

Trevor piped in, That’s Carter’s mama, Ms. Dee.

Hands up with palms out Justin came closer. I’m a healer. I just want to make your son more comfortable, I promise I won’t hurt him.

Trevor was on a roll, Pfft, Justin wouldn’t hurt nobody, not even a fly, huh Justin?

That’s right, Trev. He turned towards Carter, forced to look around a still simmering Dee. Did you scrape it on the ground when you fell?

Carter’s little head bobbed up and down as he looked between his mother and Justin.

His attention on Dee, he asked, May I take a look at his knee? I truly won’t hurt him.

Just as the words came out of his mouth, he heard his brother, the new alpha, Blake. Yo, Dee, what’s up? Why are you all mama bear protecting your cub?

Her back straightened as she answered. I’m protecting my son. This man claims to be a healer and was trying to touch Carter.

Justin looked up at Blake and shrugged, unconcerned. He knew Blake would have his back.

He is a healer. He’s also my brother, Blake winked at her, joking. We’re triplets. Yep, three Nunn hunks. We’re so manly and awesome that they had to split us up, our collective charms were too overwhelming.

The new Mrs. Nunn, Blake’s mate, Delilah, smacked his arm. You’re such a goofball. Leave them alone and let’s cut the cake.

A little whimper came from Carter’s direction and all eyes turned on his frosting covered face. Justin quickly jumped in front of him to hide the evidence. He passed Carter the paper towels behind his back as he addressed his brother. Don’t you guys want one more dance before you eat cake? You only get married once, so you should be out on the dance floor.

Blake peered over at both Justin and Dee, promptly switching his focus to watch Carter squeeze water out of a paper towel then onto the floor, smacking his hand in the puddle laughing.

Blake was smiling when he asked, Whatcha doin’ kiddo?

Pushing himself back further Carter attempted to curl into a ball and ended up whimpering again as he clutched his knee. Blake shoved Dee and Justin out of the way asking, What happened, little buddy? Did you get hurt?

Carter nodded.

Blake twisted around to Justin. Well…why haven’t you healed him yet?

Heaving a sigh, Justin answered. I was trying to, but I don’t think his ma wants me to. She isn’t comfortable with me yet.

Blake’s normally playful eyes hardened. I don’t care, heal him. I’m his alpha and right now I trump Dee. I want him to be all better so he can dance with all the ladies tonight and have fun. Isn’t that what you want, Dee?

Dee stood there watching her