Slade (Team Greywolf 1)

“No. Maybe they considered us allies since we destroyed Wolfstrom’s lab facility, at least for the short term.”

Slade put a protective arm around Cricket’s shoulders. “I doubt The Keep leader Alistair Kraig will ever forget werewolves killed his son.”

“Alistair has two other sons and a college age daughter. I doubt he’ll risk any more of his children by pissing us off.”

Rylee’s mobile buzzed again, and she smiled. “Dinner date with Carson.” She winked. “Duty calls.”

In less than five minutes, Rylee’s helicopter left.

Slade lit a log in the f

ireplace, sat and then patted the sofa. “Come.”

Cricket flung off her top, slithered out of her blue jeans and pushed him back. “Yes, alpha master, but first, lie back.”

Slade gaped at her breasts.

“Have I mentioned how much I miss riding my mare?” She unzipped his jeans and climbed on top of him.

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Chernobyl Werewolf, Book 2

Team Greywolf Series

By Eva Gordon

Chapter 1

Lev parked his rented SUV in front Dr. Howard Becker’s log cabin in Portland situated on forest land with a view of Mt. Hood. A property the doctor normally leased out and never lived in. Why had he suddenly taken a leave of absence? It had been months since anyone had seen Becker, who, as Head of Luponomics, and Lycan Surgery, rarely left werewolf territory. Lev’s new boss, head of the LIA and Team Greywolf, Rylee, knew why, but she hadn’t shared. She’d only said his leave was personal and confidential. Selene, his assistant and lover had to know, but she too remained tight-lipped.

Becker’s reason for leaving must have been grave. Whatever the reason, he was here to help. Lev owed him. The brilliant doctor had not only saved his life, but also made it possible for him to walk again. Dr. Becker’s brilliant surgery and use of stem cells repaired his shattered spine. Not only could he run as fast as an alpha werewolf, but he’d returned Lev to his original state of being faster, stronger, better. Lev had been born a mutant werewolf as a result of the 1986 Chernobyl disaster, and his mutations made him physically superior. Werewolves considered him a freak, and referred to him as Chernobyl werewolf. All feared him. As they should, a weapon of mass destruction. Despite his reputation as the most dangerous werewolf to ever exist, Becker had become Lev’s savior and friend.

In gratitude, Lev brought Becker a gift he’d picked up in Moscow. He also needed reassurance he’d not taken ill. Though if he was sick, why had his beta lover Selene not accompanied him? Divorced from his human wife, Becker was estranged from his only child, a daughter who was also a doctor. A daughter he’d hadn’t seen in years and who vowed she would never ever see him again. Foolish of the father and foolish of his daughter. Like Lev, the doctor’s parents had died long ago, and he had no siblings. No family to speak of.

Lev stepped out of his car and into the moist drizzle. The aroma of rich soil and volatile oils from the trees emanated a healthy smell. Different from his home. The Red Forest of Chernobyl, one of the most radioactive areas in the world. Such a place was not meant for living creatures. He was the exception.

His smile wavered. He should have at least texted Becker.

Lev had promised Becker if he walked again, he’d bring him the best Russian vodka and a special Russian souvenir for him. Becker had said if Lev was ever well enough to visit Moscow to bring him back an authentic samovar. Lev spent good cash on a rare red bronze imperial samovar. If something was wrong, a welcomed surprise might lighten his mood. Certainly, the vodka would. He opened his trunk and took out the samovar packed in the case and then grabbed the bottle.

As he closed the trunk, an irresistible aromatic scent embedded with the sweetest blood he’d ever smelled overwhelmed his senses. He inhaled. Intoxicating. The sweet delicate floral scent of snowdrop bulbs as if the flowers emerged from winter snow, bringing the bloom of spring into the winter of his cold senses.

The glorious aroma was human, female, and coming from Dr. Becker’s home. He narrowed his eyes and sniffed for Becker. The doctor’s scent permeated the area, but not currently home. Odd. The female was. Had he broken up with Selene? That would explain his sudden need for isolation. A pissed off jealous she-wolf would drive away even the bravest werewolf. But Becker was human so that might explain suddenly abandoning his critical research. No. Selene would not break Lycan law and harm him. She’d get over it or be delivered to the enforcer for discipline.

A desire to release his wolf and stalk the female overwhelmed him, but nonetheless he remained in control of the big bear-sized Chernobyl wolf.

Lev straightened his black leather jacket and rang the doorbell.

No one answered. He should return later, after calling Becker. That would be polite, yet his wolf was bewitched. Whoever lay in wait inside the house belonged to him. Lev shook his head. Not possible. He would never take a mate. A lover, perhaps, but nobody long term. Certainly, not a weak human. And not one in a relationship with the doctor who saved his life.

The woman might not be Becker’s lover, but a patient. As sweet as her blood smelled, the blood had a residual corruption as if she’d been poisoned.

I’m such an idiot. Of course. His daughter. That would explain the blood type so addictive to wolves. Becker had confided his daughter had Stallo’s blood type and like the Enforcer’s mate, was human, but with the ability to have Lycan children of superior blood. Too bad. Becker didn’t want his daughter ever involved with werewolves. He respected their kind, his daughter should live in human society to practice medicine, marry and someday start a family. Lev understood. Life amongst lycans was a cultural hardship for humans. Strict pack status rules placed humans below omegas. Pets. Because Dr. Becker had saved many werewolves during combat and contributed so much to werewolf genetics research, he’d been given beta status.

The soft shuffle of feet reached the entrance. The female.