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“I need a break anyway,” Dmitri muttered, shaking his head. Pushing himself back from his desk, he rose to his full height. He stretched his arms overhead, groaning with the stretch, then grabbed the stainless steel tumbler from his desktop.

Time for some more coffee, too.

He passed down the long hallway that ran alongside the common area, a large recreational space in their lodge that was big enough to comfortably accommodate two dozen people. That was where the sound had been coming from. No doubt Mattias and Ryan, two of his pack’s betas, enjoying Miera again. They couldn’t seem to get enough of the human woman.

A dishwater blonde of perhaps twenty-five years, Miera was the “rabbit” interned with them for the past month, borrowed from the Glacier Peak pack of western Montana. “Rabbit” was the slang term given to the number of human females held by the various packs of the Wolf nation. Some were abductions, others were trades or the product of deals and obscure treaties, the sweetener to incentivize going along with the latestmodus vivendito keep the peace between competing interests—or bitterly opposed packs.

Mostly peaceful, anyway.

Though those human females had many names—quite a few of them derogatory or vulgar, “rabbit” being one of the gentler ones—in wolf parlance they were officially termed “Companion Humans.”

Pets, in all but name, really.

Leaving the lurid auditory tableau behind him, Dmitri found the kitchen, leaning over the center island to stretch his back.

Knox, dressed in dirt-encrusted jeans, boots, and a red and blue plaid flannel sauntered in a moment later.

“Sounds like quite a show in there,” Dmitri said, wincing as he cracked his back satisfyingly. “You going to, uh, partake?”

Knox shrugged. “Just giving those two a little break from the work detail. Figured you’d still be neck deep in the numbers. Is something going on?”

“No, just doing the same, actually,” Dmitri said, nodding toward the lurid scene still ongoing. “Those two know she’s got to go back in a couple days, don’t they?”

Her owner, Collin Gatwick, Alpha of Glacier Peak pack, had sent Dmitri a notice the day before yesterday that she would be collected in two days, per their temporary agreement. Though Dmitri had not used her—and never would—itwasgoing to be a shame not to see her buxom form trotting obediently back and forth through the lodge on someone’s leash, her generous breasts bouncing, her pretty face blushing fetchingly as she smiled bashfully every time Dmitri so much as laid eyes on her.

Knox inclined his head. “Oh yes. I suspect Ryan and Matthias are going to run our little rabbit ragged before they have to give her up. They’ve grown quite fond of her. Will be a rather long, and exhausting forty-eight hours forthatpoor girl.”

“Good. They deserve it.” Dmitri clapped a hand on Knox’s shoulder. “You’ve been working hard. How’s the clearing going?”

Knox, Ryan, and Matthias were heading up the team assigned to spring thinning of the forest lands around the lodge, and along the main highway 22-D linking Dmitri’s sprawling property with the main village of Cold Ridge itself.

The humans did many,manystupid things, of course, but one of their most important contributions to forest ecology was perfecting the concept and practice of proactive tree thinning in an effort to make seasonal fires less devastating to old growth evergreens. It was one of the very few human practices many of the wolf packs had adopted following formalization of relations between the UNAC and the Wolf Nation in the Treaty of Breckinridge.

Miera gasped, a garbled pleading interrupted by the muted sound of a light slap. “Allthe way, slut…” a male voice said, the rest spoken too softly to make out.

Dmitri shook his head. “What are they going to do with themselves when she’s shipped back to Gatwick’s pack?”

“They’ll come up with something—or someone.”

Dmitri pointed at his lieutenant. “Look, when those two are done, we need to go over the trip plans. Bring them to my office once they’ve got her tucked away in her cage. Security and contingency plans are what I want to talk about. Nothing the rabbit needs to be privy to.”

Knox nodded. “Anything you’re worried about?”

Dmitri considered how much he wanted to disclose right away, and decided discretion was the better part of valor. There really wasn’t much to go on at this point, nothing concrete anyway. They’d all find out soon enough.

“Specific concerns? No. But auctions are always potentially dangerous. We need to make sure we’re all prepared for it. We leave in three days, so it’s time to finalize everything.”

“We’ll be there shortly then,” Knox walked out, the tones of his deep voice barking out something as he disappeared into the rec room.

Smiling, Dmitri walked around to the other side of the kitchen island, and refilled his tumbler. The polished floorboards creaked underfoot as he headed back toward his office. He needed that coffee more than ever, a long day still ahead of him.

And hedidn’thave the luxury of a buxom female’s lips around his cock to distract him from it either.

Perhaps it’s time to do something about that?

CHAPTER3

Stacy

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