Call Of The Moon: Lunar Mates, #4

By Loribelle Hunt

Chloe knows up close and personal how terrifying it is to be mated to the wrong werewolf, and she has the scars to prove it. After killing the wolf who'd made her life a misery, she accepted the protection of another pack.

Six months later the annual meeting of alpha's brings the one wolf who is a danger to her independence back into her life. Try as she might, she can't resist the chemistry that flares between them, but can she trust it?

Billy let her go and has regretted it ever since. Can he prove to her in one week that they are destined to spend a lifetime together?

This book was previously published and has been revised and expanded from 14000 to 25000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Loribelle Hunt
• Release date: Dec 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781386183907

Loribelle Hunt

Loribelle is like the South she calls home. Hot and sultry. Languid and sexy. Magnolias and gardenias scent her silk lined boudoir, and men and children alike bow to her magnificence... Okay, maybe it isn’t quite that glamorous. She does have two smart and lovely daughters who give her a run for her money and a son that will one day be someone’s model of a romance hero. (She promises.) Her husband is a real life hero, and Loribelle just tries to keep up with the demands of military life. In between, she writes a book or two. She’s had every job under the sun, but haven’t most writers? That Army military police, bookstore manager, waitress, wedding photographer, website designer experience has to come in useful sometimes. As they say in the South, it all washes out in the end. She loves hearing from her readers and can be found at http://www.loribellehunt.com.

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Call Of The Moon

Copyright © 2016 Loribelle Hunt

First E-book Published: December 2016

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, organizations, events, or locations is coincidental.

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Author's Note

Welcome to Lunar Mates! The Lunar Mates series began in 2006 and to celebrate its ten year anniversary each book is being revised and updated. Call Of The Moon, book four in the series, was first published at 14,000 words. It has been expanded to 25,000 words. Over the next few months I will be releasing new editions of the other books in the series. Next up are Christmas Moon and Claiming The Moon in December 2016 and January 2017. If you'd like to be notified of new releases join my mailing list or my Facebook Reader Group for updates.

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Prologue

When the North American alphas decided to give the Appalachian pack to Jackson Phillips and send Darius Stewart to start his own pack in the former Alabama lands, Billy Cagle wasn’t surprised. He hadn’t expected the five A.M. wakeup call the next morning however, informing him he was Jackson’s new beta. Or the non-stop work since.

It had been several weeks now. He’d spent the last few days in Knoxville dealing with the knot of business problems Brant left to them when the old alpha died so suddenly, but he was almost home now. Billy pulled into a diner lot and parked, scrubbing a hand over his face. When had he slept last? A couple of days ago? Three? It felt like months. Which was why he was stopping at this little hole in the wall before attempting the winding road up the mountain and to his bed. He needed coffee strong enough to stand a spoon in.

He paused when he entered, letting his eyes adjust from the outside glare to the dim interior as he took it in. It had been a popular hangout when he was a teenager, but it looked deserted now so he checked his watch. Too late for the lunch crowd and way too early for the Friday night teenaged crowd. He took a booth in the back and waited for a waitress, knowing the door chimes would bring one soon enough. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

Her steps were preceded by the sweetest, most enticing scent he’d ever caught. He opened his eyes to watch her approach, but she stopped and stood stiff, still several feet away. The retro uniform dress didn’t do a thing to detract from her beauty, and he was a little surprised that he knew her. He smiled.

Chloe French. It's been a long time.

He rose to greet her properly. His wolf wanted a much closer look and the man agreed. He wanted to touch her. Taste her. Claim her. He blinked, thrilled at that realization. His. She was his. But when he pulled her into his arms, he swore he felt the world crack open and misery pour into his soul. Because now he could scent the man clinging to her skin. The man who’d claimed her first. The werewolf who’d stolen the woman who should have been Billy’s.

Who? he demanded. Who would dare steal what wasn’t his?

What are you talking about?

Her voice was just a whisper. It should have been a soothing caress over his senses, but all he felt was loss and fury. If he were a weaker man he might have cried out. He wanted to throw his head back and rail at fate. Might have if her scent hadn’t changed. Sickening sweet. Her fear coated his tongue and that just pissed him off. He’d never hurt her, and she should know it. He’d known her since she was a little girl. He moved back to the booth and sat down.

Any chance of getting a cup of coffee around here?

He tried to keep his voice light and teasing, his demeanor non-threatening. Her fear dissipated a bit but a wary edge stayed with her. He didn’t ask her again who’d stolen her. He’d find out soon enough and once he did, he’d do whatever was necessary to claim what was his.

One

Chloe stepped into the clearing and took a deep breath, trying to slow the hammering of her heart. She gulped past the lump in her throat, part fear and part nerves, part excitement and anticipation. It wouldn’t do to let her emotions get away from her in this crowd and she was feeling way too much.

The alphas, with their betas and enforcers, had been in a meeting most of the day, and now with dusk beginning to fall they were joining the other members of their packs who’d made the journey for this year’s celebration. The beginning of which was starting to get into full swing now. At least a hundred people were milling about, and more were arriving by the second.

The week-long celebration would be wilder and more political this year for a lot of reasons, mostly because two new alphas had been accepted and acknowledged. Jackson and Darius had survived their year trial period and tonight had turned into an excuse for a giant ass party. That made it both easier and harder for her.

Seven months ago, she’d taken sanctuary with the Panhandle pack in north Florida, who was hosting this year’s meeting, but she'd grown up in the Tennessee Appalachian pack where Jackson ruled and Darius had originally come from. Where Wyatt had come from. Despite that nearly year long nightmare, werewolves didn’t bother her much, especially not here where she knew Gage would ensure she was left alone. Gage might be the scariest werewolf she’d ever met but he was also protective as hell. Well, except for one other wolf in particular. She hadn’t seen Billy Cagle yet, but he couldn’t be far behind the others if he wasn’t already here.

She looked around as she made her way through the crowd, not bothering to hide a delighted smile. The host pack had gone out of its way for this reception. Well, the women of the pack led by Marilyn and Maggie Saunders, the adult daughters of one of the pack’s senior members, and the teenagers they’d commandeered.  Chloe had helped more with the food than the decorating, so she hadn’t seen the finished product before. Trees strung with bright white lights surrounded the huge clearing and torches lit the clear areas. Long tables were piled high with food and there was even an open bar.

By the time she arrived, the place was packed. She’d considered leaving town while the council was in session, but she owed Gage more than that. It was hard growing up female in a werewolf pack, and some would say since they couldn’t shift they’d never be equal. Chloe’s father was a historian, though. She knew better. And when it came down to it, she knew who Gage was. What he was. She was one of very few trusted with that secret, and if he said he needed her here, well who was she to argue with her king?

That didn’t reduce the temptation to make herself scarce, but she wasn’t a coward. She’d given her word and that meant Billy would come for her. What had thrown her off all day was that the other women were already treating her like she was mated to the Tennessee pack's beta. She couldn’t decide how she felt about that. Nervous and anxious for sure. Something else she couldn’t define.

Wyatt had put her through hell. He'd beat her, controlled her, separated her from her family and pack. The only