Chernobyl Werewolf (Team Greywolf 3)

“Not sure. If Anton and Svetlana killed her pack, I’d hate to give her a werewolf lobotomy. She’s more of a victim. It might not be too late to re-educate her.”

Jesper’s softened gaze remained on the attractive beta. Like Thorn, probably smitten with the lone she-wolf. “Can’t we send her to one of our shrinks?” He turned to Lev. “Sir, you can do some sort of mind wipe or apply false memories. Especially since she, through no fault of her own, ended up with a criminal pack.”

Lev smirked. “Does the entire LIA know of my talents?”

Jesper lowered his head. “Sorry, sir. I’m in charge of all Team Greywolf profiles and privy to delicate information.”

“I can with humans, but I can only control werewolf minds for short periods. Even her memories about her past are locked away.” He scratched his head. “But I can try to open them.”

Rylee smiled. “If you can’t reach her mind, Lunara might be able to reach her spirit.”

Lev had never considered studying wolf shamanism and magic until he met Rachel. His connection with her seemed more than just her blood and hot body.

“Brilliant.” Jesper blurted and lowered his head. “Ma’am.”

“I left Lunara a message to get here ASAP.”

Lev lifted a brow. “You still think the attempt to steal Stallo’s bones is related to the rogue wolf pack?”

“My gut says so,” said Rylee.

Lev did not like where this was going. The wolf wizard’s bones and the recent lunar eclipse kidnapping smelled of magic. Did they hope to use Stallo women to bear hybrids with Stallo’s magical powers? Maybe add cloning to the mix. Clone Stallo and have Rachel carry him to term. His blood pumped with rage. Had they invited him to join as a possible mutant stud? Perhaps to enhance the offspring’s powers. A race of mutant wolf mages.

Rachel stared at the collar Cricket held. Black and thick. The type of collar used on a junkyard guard dog or some kinky bondage store. “No way I’m wearing that.”

Cricket tossed it on the sofa. “I don’t blame you.” She laughed. “To think this was your father’s when he first joined.”

Rachel realized she knew next to nothing about Howard. Did he don a harness and muzzle as well, on his knees as Selene planted a black heel on his ass? “Oh, gross. Why would you have it?” She’d spent the last three days with Cricket going over lycan etiquette, which turned out was different than what one saw in real wolf packs. In some ways, more human, but in other ways feral.

Cricket took her on a tour of the grounds. Rachel still felt a shiver as the weres gave her hard looks and sniffed as she was introduced or walked by. Today, Cricket would show her what it meant to be an alpha’s pet. Though, since the last time she’d been with Lev, she only talked to him through her den intercom. He asked her about what she did and how he missed her, but thought it best she learn from her handler before meeting him again. Alone. In her den. Her only companion, Cricket, a snarky werewolf millennial.

“I dug it out of his archive box.”

“You can tell dear old dad, I’ll take his old medical book collection instead.”

“Trust me. If he could, he’d kick my ass if he knew I brought it.”

I wish I could kick your ass. “I had dinner at his and Selene’s den last night and he didn’t wear a collar.”

“He doesn’t have to when he’s with Rylee’s pack or in the field during combat or rescue missions, but if he visits the king’s pack or attends a lycan council meeting then he wears a bracelet.”

“I suppose that’s less humiliating. What does Mia wear?”

“Several beautiful necklaces, but because she has special status as a mother of wolves, like you might someday, she really doesn’t have to anymore.” She smiled. “Although, she likes to wear one similar to that one when they do kinky role play.”

Too much information. Plus, she was getting wet just thinking about Lev as her master. Pretty sure, Cricket’s wolfish sense of smell detected her dark desires. “For now, I’d rather wear a collar like Mia than be kept as a breeder of Stallo hybrids.”

Cricket scowled. “Hey, cool it. My best friend is pregnant with a hybrid.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend. I’m still suffering from culture shock.”

“It’s cool. Mia had just as bad an experience.”

Rachel paused. “Wait, I thought lycans were only fertile in the spring?”

“Apparently, Dominic’s chemistry because of their blood connection matched hers.”

“I hope Lev is not addicted.”