Arctic Alpha: MMF Paranormal Menage Romance

By Kylie Dylan

An alpha with an unavoidable Arctic mission. A naturalist who will stop him at any cost. The wilderness guide who's trapped with them on a long, winter's ride...

Kane Simon has never learned the word no. But when his alpha werewolf father dies and leaves conditions to his will, Kane finds himself stuck in a sticky situation: prove he's not just a spoiled playboy and take responsibility for his father's company and pack. Specifically, find a vein of the elusive Luprite ore, which werewolves need to shift. Before his death, Kane's father had found several veins suitable for mining, the largest one being in the lower reaches of the Arctic Circle. But when Kane sees who's sitting beside him on the plane to White Lake, Alaska, he can't believe his horrible luck: Aubrey Sanders—environmentalist, tree-hugger, and general pain in the backside. Except he can't stop looking at her gorgeous green eyes, and something about sitting so close to her is making him desperate for a cold shower.

Aubrey Sanders is no stranger to Kane, or to the Simons' company. They've destroyed habitats in the Amazon, Africa, and the Arctic, causing irreparable environmental harm in their frenzy to mine their way to fame and fortune. On her way to Alaska to stop him, puma shifter Aubrey can't believe she's even letting that mangy wolf sit next to her. She needs to dig up evidence against the charming rogue's company that she can use to block their new mine, which threatens to wipe out one of the last caribou herds in the area. She does not need to be distracted by his wit, his gorgeous dark eyes, and that body that makes her want to rub herself against him like a cat in heat. Thank goodness that when they land, they'll each be going their separate ways.

Wilderness guide Noah Casey has always loved the arctic. As an arctic wolf shifter, he's more comfortable traveling by dog sled across the snow than being imprisoned within four walls in the city where he grew up. But a man's gotta feed his dogs, so when he gets two paying clients in one day to deliver to Wolf Peak, a week's journey by dogsled into the wilderness, he can't very well refuse. Except one of those clients turns out to be Kane Simon, his deepest crush from high school. The guy who never gave him the time of day. And the woman...something about her was making it hard to keep his wolf inside his skin.

When Kane and Aubrey realize they've hired the same guide, and will be sharing close quarters for the duration of their trip, neither one can relax. With all the attraction burning the air, it's not long before the threesome finds themselves in bed, unable to resist the three-way chemistry. Their sex is amazing, but it soon becomes clear that Aubrey can't find anything to block the building of the mine, which will destroy not only the ecosystem but Noah's home. And Kane cannot refuse to fulfill his obligation to his father as his pack as their new alpha—he must bring them the Luprite. It seems like nothing in the world can heal the rift that opens between them, darker than the Alaskan winter and wider than the frozen North...

Reader note: contains MMF ménage and hot romance elements including male/male love, hot werewolves, and feisty puma shifters

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wolf Hill Publishing
• Release date: Feb 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215423660

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Table of Contents

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Title Page

Copyright Warning

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Epilogue

About the Author

More Romance

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Arctic Alpha

Kylie Dylan

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Arctic Alpha

Copyright © 2018 by Kylie Dylan

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~ Dedication ~

With love to Grandma M. You’re the best!

And to Jen and Tara and Sofi M. Love ya, my girls!

CHAPTER ONE

Kane sat at the lawyer’s table, signing his name repeatedly on the sheaf of documents the lawyer set before him. He wondered if he’d ever get to leave the stuffy little office. Chesterfield had said two more signatures, and Kane thought he’d only needed to sign twice more. Instead, it was two new reams of paper. He sighed, frowning at the lawyer across the table from him. What he had expected to last a half hour at the most had gone well over two hours.

What do you think? Kane asked.

About the idea, or about the situation? The lawyer asked with deliberate coolness.

The idea. Is it legal, what he did? Kane turned chocolate eyes up to the older man.

"It is. Your father can set any amount restrictions he pleases on your inheritance. And yes, I do think he’s trying to teach you a lesson."

What lesson do you think that is?

Responsibility, Chesterfield said in a much firmer tone.

Very well. Kane continued to sign away the rest of the documents. By the time he was finished, his Audemars watch told him it was two in the afternoon, and Kane was done playing business. The moment Chesterfield pulled the last document out from under Kane’s pen, he was up and loosening the tie and freeing his mane of dark brown hair from its hair band.

Can’t even wait till you’re out of the building? Chesterfield growled, his eyes narrowing on the young wolf. You disrespect your father.

Kane had expected this breach eventually, though not so soon as this. He paused in the doorway, unbuttoning the first three buttons of his Marc Jacobs dress shirt and raising a brow high over his eye. The look was a simple, dominant gesture. One that gave Chesterfield one last chance to back down. Now that my father is gone, Chesterfield, I am your alpha. You might want to make a note of it.

Chesterfield tried to hold his ground, but his resolved visibly wavered, and he looked down, frustrated. Chesterfield would never be anything other than a low-ranking servant.

Kane gave a rough chuckle and shook his head. "Know your place, Chesterfield. Your obstinacy is funny because it’s pathetic. You better change your behavior, lest I find I’m no longer amused by it," Kane snarled, his voice rumbling with authority. He did not stay in the office—he didn’t want to further humiliate Chesterfield. He only wanted to let him know that his behavior wouldn’t be tolerated.

He turned and headed for his car, texting his assistant for the information he’d requested. She’d tried to call him, but he had silenced his phone, gotten into his steel gray Aston Martin, and begun to play a selection of 80s rock as loudly as he could. The drive home wouldn’t be long, but he’d already ordered his usual to be ready.

Slipping like an eel through traffic, he focused entirely on the drive, pushing thoughts of his choice, Chesterfield’s disobedience, his father, and even his plan out of his mind. He drove fast, narrowly missing several cars. Even as he drove, he opened a can of coke he’d left in the car earlier and imagined how much better it would taste with whiskey in it. Hell, any sort of alcohol would be better than none at this point.

Now that he thought about it, he’d been drinking a lot.

That thought was pushed from the Alpha’s head as he sped along the freeway, at least until he pulled up to the hotel. He’d taken up residence in the penthouse for the last two years. A mansion would have been nice too, but since he’d never been one for immaculate frivolities, he’d never cared what his house looked like. It didn’t make any sense to him to buy a mansion where he’d probably only stay a year or two.

With limited space a lot of things accumulated, though he never had any sort of interest in material things. It resulted in clutter having to be removed, only to re-accumulate. Today, when he walked into the penthouse, he could tell that his assistant had been busy. The foyer and front rooms were cleaned, the trash from many wild parties now discarded.

Beatrice came around the corner just then, and he gave her a warm smile. The redhead didn’t return her employer’s smile; she simply handed him a file.

"You really want to do this? Be the person who goes out there in the Arctic? You’ve never even been outside the city."

My father was perfectly clear, Kane mused patiently. If I don’t go out there and find the Luprite, I’ll lose my entire inheritance. And then you’d be out of a job.

Beatrice scoffed. Don’t start. Anyway, here. This is what you can cuddle for warmth, she said, pointing at the file.

When Kane opened it, he frowned down at the pamphlets. Printouts and charts. Predictions. There were many places Luprite was suspected to be, though this site was thought to be ripe for the plunder. He scanned it over, while Beatrice placed trays on the tablet that the housekeeper had left behind.

Kane smoldered with the rage. His father’s death had been one thing, but the old man had gone senile in the last days of his life. He’d left Kane an inheritance, all right. A failing company and more problems than he could solve.

Particularly the problem of the Luprite—a mythical and exceedingly rare substance that the wolves required to pass on their shifting prowess. The last vein of ore had been mined twenty years ago, and although it didn’t take more than a pinch of the ore to use it, the pack’s once large supply was running dangerously short.

Kane Simon had changed in the last six months. Since his father had become ill, Kane had tried his best to keep away from the limelight and from the more dangerous parties. He’d done what he could to put his father’s fears at rest that he was able to take the reins, even if he wasn’t sure he believed it himself.

The place you should fly into is a little town called White Lake, Beatrice said as she moved about the room with an elegant grace. She was always in motion, he realized. She never sat still, and that was partially because of him. He’d grown nearly as demanding as his father over the last few months.

He stared down at the files. It was all new to him, and truthfully, he wasn’t sure how to read the charts. It probably didn’t matter, as he’d also had Beatrice hire a guide. Whoever was living in this remote, desolate place would know how to read the maps Royce had left for him. Not for the first time, Kane wondered if his father had lost his mind or if he was playing some kind of cruel joke on him from the grave. No one had found any new veins of Luprite in years. Why did he think Kane, a city-dwelling bad boy who’d never so much as gone camping, would find it?

As Kane looked over the options, he frowned. There were no hotels that were suitable, no places he’d be able to set up a base camp. He already knew where he was going had little in the way of home comforts. That wasn’t the issue. He needed somewhere he could make a grid and be able to use it to search effectively.

The last page was a photo.

A beautiful, blond man, swathed in gear made for the cold, crouched in the snow surrounded by tongue-lolling sled dogs. The man was handsome, his jaw chiseled, his eyes an alluring blue, crinkling at the corners with what appeared to be genuine happiness. His windblown hair, not quite to his shoulders, was a tangle of various shades of blonde.

He was beautiful for sure, but capable? Kane read over the resume several times and turned his eyes up to Beatrice, who sat, eating demurely.

This is our guide?

Yes, sir. His track record is first-class. He’s a tour guide, a western riding guide, and a fisherman. He knows survival and first aid. He is the best. Everyone in the area recommended him.

Kane’s eyes