Pack Wars: Claimed by the Pack, #4

By Kimber White

Ripped from the arms of her lover, fated mate, and her pack, Neve must find a way to survive.

Captured by Asher's pack, Neve is taken deep behind enemy lines. Asher's lust for revenge hasn't dulled and he still blames Neve for the loss of his mate. To face him and make it out alive, she'll need her heart, strength and force of will. But, without Tucker's touch, she grows weaker by the day and time is running out.

Dear Readers: This is part four of a five part paranormal werewolf shifter romance serial. The story began in The Alpha's Mark, Sweet Submission and Rising Heat. It concludes in Choosing an Alpha. These books contain sizzling hot scenes that know no bounds. These wolves like it rough! If you're not into that, you might want to sit this one out. However if you like hot, dominant, alpha male werewolf shifters and the kickass heroines who will do anything to please them, then click away and enjoy the ride!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nokay Press, LLC
• Release date: Dec 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215130148

Kimber White

Kimber White writes steamy paranormal romance with smoldering, alpha male shifters and kickass heroines (doormats need not apply). Because she just can't help herself from torturing her heroes…expect edge of your seat suspense as Kimber's characters fight for their happily ever afters and their fated mates. Kimber lives on a lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan with her neurotic dog and wildly supportive family. For the latest scoop on Kimber's new releases plus a FREE EBOOK as a welcome gift, be sure to sign up for Kimber's newsletter at www.kimberwhite.com

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Pack Wars

Claimed by the Pack: Part Four

Kimber White

Nokay Press LLC

Copyright © 2016, 2022 by Kimber White/Nokay Press LLC

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

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

About Kimber White

Kimber White Books In Order

Chapter One

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This is death. Cold, black, damp space. No sound. No odor. Hardness. People talk of thick darkness. This wasn’t that, but it was absolute. I blinked. Or at least, I think I did. I felt cold, wet ground beneath me so I knew I still had hands. And I knew maybe I wasn’t dead. But, when I lifted them, I couldn’t see even the outline of fingers in shadow. There was no source of light anywhere.

So when every other sense seemed to fail me, I reached out with the only other one I thought I could trust. I stilled my mind and listened within myself. My heartbeat, my pulse, my blood coursing through my veins. I could sense and feel it all. But, there was nothing else. Tucker was gone. Mal was gone. My pack was gone. I felt pain like a phantom limb. When I reached for them, I felt agony, like my heart might explode, and the air left my lungs. A cry ripped from my throat more primal than anything I’d ever heard from any of my wolves except this time it was coming from me. Each time I reached out for them, the pain returned stronger. I knew if I kept trying, it might kill me for real. At the moment, that may still be the better choice.

I could still see Tucker’s limp body sliding over the side of the cliff. I felt the crunching of bones and stilling of his heartbeat for that final time. Pain like a thousand knives entered my body all at once and made me double over and hold myself in a fetal position. It came wave after wave leaving me gasping for air and in a cold sweat.

Finally, I shut out every other thought except to focus on breathing in and out. In and out. After a few minutes, the pain became bearable. Instead of searing agony, I just felt a cold, dull ache.

I moved carefully, reaching out across the ground. The walls were rigid, rocky and very cold. There was dirt beneath me but it didn’t go down very deep. When I clawed at the ground, I soon found rock just like the walls that surrounded me. I stretched out. I found a long ledge. Fearing the depth of the drop off, I backed against the wall, drawing my legs to my chest.

Should I call out? One of Asher’s wolves had brought me here. That much I remembered. Was this his way of torturing me? Leave me here in the nothingness to starve to death alone. A creature of the pack as I now was, it seemed the cruelest thing he could do.

I closed my eyes again. There was no point in opening them and they started to play tricks on me. Was that a light I saw? A shadow? With the ledge in front of me, I didn’t want to risk moving toward some illusion so I held myself still. This was a cave of some kind. Air moved through it, I wasn’t suffocating, so there had to be a way to the surface. Asher may have dumped me here, but I didn’t have to just wait to die.

Slowly, I rose to my feet, keeping my back straight against the jagged wall. I splayed my hands out, letting my fingers crawl along the surface. I figured I might as well just pick a direction so I went to the right. The first step I took nearly brought me back down to my knees. My heart tripped then seemed to stop. I blew my breath out hard. For just an instant, I felt that double heartbeat in my chest. This time, it was just a faint echo, not the thundering presence of Tucker when he was near. I hoped against hope that maybe it was Mal or Reed or Barrett. It wasn’t though. As soon as I thought I’d isolated the feeling, it went away again. Phantom limb, phantom heartbeat. I took another step.

I felt the ground angle up and my hopes lifted. If I were underground, up meant freedom. I got bolder. I turned, keeping my left hand against the wall, I started to walk. Steps came easier. At one point, I nearly panicked when I kicked a loose rock that went skittering sideways. I heard it fall a great distance to the right of me off the ledge and land in water far, far below. I stopped to let my pulse get back to normal. One wrong step and I might follow that rock to my death.

I don’t know how long I went on like that. An hour maybe. It was impossible to tell. But, I found a rhythm, a comfort in the progress I made. I shouldn’t have. Perhaps I would have noticed the second set of steps or heard the breathing if my focus hadn’t been on my careful steps.

Then, I finally did hear it. A low, rumbling growl that seemed to come from all directions and nowhere. I knew immediately I was in the presence of a wolf. On instinct, I reached out with my heart for Tucker and the pack and was once again brought to my knees from the pain of