Fated, Allegedly
The state calls me a game warden.
Sixty-one wolves call me something else.
Four hundred square miles. Every road in. Every truth going back out.
Then a woman climbed out of a state truck with coffee on her sleeve and a binder under her arm, and something came up out of the basement of me and said her in a voice that wasn’t mine.
She has six months to find out what’s killing this lake.
I already know.
I don’t tell her.
I put wolves on her instead and call it protecting her.
She doesn’t want protecting.
She says she doesn’t take orders from me. That she just wants evidence.
Fine.
She’ll get evidence. She’ll get the thing four generations of us have died keeping quiet.
And whatever is waiting four hundred and eighty feet under her water…
It’ll go through me first.
Read on for fated mates, a possessive wolf, and a heroine who takes evidence over orders. He’s the only wall this basin has — and she’s the first thing he’d leave it for. HEA Guaranteed!
Pages
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51