Savior: Werewolf MC, #2

By Allison Teller

Aidan fell for the gorgeous brunette once before, he can't afford to do so again. 

Having just been released from isolation only to be sent on a job, Aidan can't help but feel like his punishment isn't over. When he finds the woman who has haunted his dreams since he was a teenager, it takes everything he has to keep himself from seeing the girl he once loved where the woman who is his job stands.

Determined to finish the job and return to his pack, Aidan uncovers secrets, discovers treachery close to him, and realizes he isn't over the girl who broke his heart ten years ago.

Reagan is on her way to freedom, until her past walked through the door. 

She loved Aidan once, but the love between a shifter and a human is exciting, dangerous, and short lived. Tall, broad, with a head full of luscious curls, Aidan McKinnon is every bit as breathtaking as he once was, and more so. 

But she finally worked up the courage to leave her rotten husband behind and Aidan is there to drag her back. Could he resent her for the cold dismissal she gave him years ago? Or can she convince him to help her?

One thing is for sure, the spark between Aidan and Reagan never went out, and spending the long car ride together up the east coast sets that spark on fire.

 

*This steamy book contains adult content and is not intended for anyone under 18 years old*

• Language: English
• Publisher: Allison Teller
• Release date: Oct 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386555261

Book preview

1

Aidan McKinnon sat on his haunches in the snow, staring across the vast field. Thick flakes floated down and landed on his nose. He sniffed the air smelling cold, wet mud from the nearby creek, sap from the trees behind him, blood from the rabbit he’d eaten this morning, and the familiar scent of one of his pack.

Whoever was coming was still far off, but it was so cold and open here that the scent carried easily on the wind. He sifted his thick, gray fur, his blue-green eyes fixed on the horizon. He sat like that for another hour before seeing a black dot appear finally. And then he remained where he was and watched, as it got closer, growing larger, until finally Cormac O’Neill, one of his alphas, sat before him.

Showing his respect, Aidan bent his head and greeted Cormac, nuzzling under the old man’s neck. Cormac responded with a nudge of his head. When Aidan sat again, Cormac turned and headed back the way he had come. Aidan followed, leaving behind the woods he had called home for the last month. He didn’t look back.

They travelled over the snowy field, the sun setting behind them, throwing splashes of red over the stark white landscape, snowflakes dancing on the gusty wind. It wasn’t until after night had fallen that they reached the tiny village.

The village was no more than a few streets that led to another road for miles and miles before reaching town. Dirt roads slick with ice and slush wound through crooked little buildings. Cormac led Aidan behind an inn where he shifted into a tall, thin man with a thick gray beard, short gray hair, pale blue eyes, and a long nose. He began dressing in jeans, a cable knit sweater, and scaly cap as Aidan prepared to shift.

He hadn’t shifted in three months. Part of his punishment for helping his brother escape with a human had been remaining in the forest in Ireland as a wolf until an alpha came and released him. They had done it to him before, when he was seventeen and in love with the wrong girl. The punishment was meant to show Aidan what it was to be a shifter. Be a wolf for a while, live like a wolf, and remember who is was.

He remembered. It had been a freeing three months. Filled with cold and hunger, but freeing none the less. It was a lot harder to be a wolf when he didn’t have his pack to help him hunt, keep him warm, or protect him from predators.

But Cormac had come for him, so he was going home. He couldn’t wait for his Aunt Siobhan’s Shepard pie. And a bath.

First he had to shift into a human. Cormac waited patiently, leaning against the wall of the inn, his leather jacket with the howling wolf on the back zipped against the cold. He’d taken out a knife and a hank of wood and busied himself by the dim light of the moon.

Aidan relaxed, enjoying the feel of his fur, his lean muscles, his senses, and then he tensed, focusing on his shift. It took only seconds, but the pain of shifting after three months of refraining was like stretching after days of heavy lifting and running, his muscles screamed in protest. Finally, he stood on two slightly shaky legs, shivering, naked in the snow. Cormac handed him a handful of clothing.

Pulling on the same thing Cormac wore, including his own worn leather jacket, but minus the cap, Aidan ran his hand through his mass of curls and rolled his shoulders. His beard had grown in thick and long.

Cormac nodded and led the way around to the front door of the inn and entered the pub. They found a booth, ordered beer and stew, and sat quietly, waiting for their food. Aidan adjusted to his human form. Everything was a little different; his hearing a little less sharp, his eyesight not as keen. Still, he could hear the heartbeats of the handful of patrons in the inn; old men having a pint, still in their work clothes, a woman with her book, a few tired college-age kids having a drink over a map of Ireland.

It was quiet, the sound of cutlery to bowls and plates, thunks of mugs on wood, scrape of boot against the floor. Aidan took a breath through his nose, the scent of snow-dampened hair, boiled onions, and strong beer assaulted his nose.

Got yeh a job, Cormac said after a young woman brought their food and beer. Cormac’s voice was deep, low, and had an Irish lilt to it.

Aidan politely waited for Cormac to begin eating before picking up his spoon, the smell driving him crazy. That was fast.

Aye, Cormac removed his hat, ran a hand through his bristly hair, and sipped his beer. It’s a job only you can handle. Emmett tried, but he ain’t got your skills with a computer.

What’s the job?

You’ll have to start teaching Emmett how to be more… you. Can’t be depending on yeh all the time for computer stuff.

Did they assume Aidan was going to fuck up again? Not likely. He was done being anyone’s hero, even his brother’s.

He nodded his agreement.

Man called and asked us to find his wife. She’s run off and he wants her brought back home.

States?

Of course.

Aidan didn’t bother asking why the woman ran; he didn’t care, and it wasn’t their place to ponder over human issues. They would be paid for finding the woman and returning her home.

Did you bring my laptop?

Cormac smiled, somewhat sheepishly. Been a bit outta the world. Too long in the Den. Didn’t know what a damn laptop was. Emmett caught me tryin’ to haul your desktop outta your room. He chuckled to himself. Aidan only hoped the old man hadn’t damaged his computer. Anyway, yeah, brought your laptop.

What’s her name?

Cormac held his gaze and said, Reagan Donahue.

Aidan was glad they hadn’t started eating yet or he might have choked. He had thought, when Cormac came and got him out of the woods that his punishment was over. Apparently it hadn’t even begun.

He managed to keep his reaction to a simple blink. Cormac would hear his heart beating faster, but there was nothing he could do about that.

Believe you knew her?

Cormac’s pale eyes watched him from under the long forehead. Aidan nodded.

Yeah, Cormac said. Dad was the drunk came and messed up our bar a few times.

Aidan had no intention of reliving any of his time with Reagan, not with Cormac watching him like that.

I’ll start a search as soon as I have my laptop. His voice was even, unemotional. He didn’t feel anything, he told himself.

Cormac nodded, his mouth baring just the slightest smile, and picked up his spoon. Our plane leaves in the morning.

Once Cormac started eating, Aidan shoveled the food into his mouth. The broth scalded his throat, but the meat was tender, the onions soft, the carrots crunchy. The flavors so exquisite he thought he might die. Three months of rabbit and foliage was enough to make him never want to disobey the alphas ever again.

It felt good to sleep in a real bed, but after months of wearing fur, he spent the night shivering, even under a load of quilts. Still, it was better than waking every few hours to some sound and wondering if you were about to become a meal or the trophy for a human’s wall.

Cormac woke him before the sun rose. Bags in hand, they took a taxi to the nearest airport – an hour away. He waited until they were in the air, halfway over the ocean, before he cracked open his laptop. Cormac sat beside him, head down, eyes closed, but Aidan knew he wasn’t actually sleeping.

He typed Reagan’s name into the complicated search system he had created, and then waited while it brought up all of her digital history over the last ten years. He probably didn’t need all of this information, but it was good to have, good to know everything about his target before going into battle.

She had social media accounts, but rarely used them for anything more than reposting a silly meme now and then. Her emails to her sister in Hawaii were bland and sterile. He remembered her having three sisters and looked them up. One, as he saw, lived in Hawaii, another was in rehab, and the other had died of an overdose four years ago. Apart from her two sisters, Reagan had no family left.

The family she had married into, however, was large. Her husband, Hank Donahue, co-owned a construction company in New Hampshire with his two brothers and a sister. He and Reagan had been married for nine years and had no children, but they had plenty of nieces and nephews.

Aidan scrolled through photos of the family, searching Reagan’s face in each picture. She looked the same as she had ten years ago; thick brown hair, soft pale skin, warm brown eyes in an almost exotic face. The smiles she offered to the camera were tight, not reaching her eyes. They weren’t the smiles of the girl he used to know. As miserable as she had been when they met, the smiles she gave him always made his heart swell.

He mentally shook himself. He had to look at her as a target, not someone from his past, someone he knew intimately.

Aidan enlarged a photo of Reagan