Author Charlie Richards
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With a Wolf's Support
Wolves of Stone Ridge: Book Forty-Seven
Out of the Cage: When a wolf shifter lawyer is called in to help a young human with a new identity, he gets more than he ever bargained for.
After being woken by a phone call in the middle of the night by his alpha, Leopold Caldwell heads to San Francisco. Alpha Declan requested his services in creating an identity for a rescued human whore. What Leo finds when he gets there is a scared young human who is completely overwhelmed by his new reality. Oh, and he happens to be Leo's mate. Even as he's ecstatic to meet Jerry, the other half of his soul, Leo recognizes the hurdles they're facing. Not only is Jerry struggling to accept the existence of shifters, there are still people after him...people who seem bent on establishing possession of Jerry. After a close call where Jerry is nearly kidnapped, Leo decides it's time for a change of scenery. He takes him back to Stone Ridge and to a secluded cabin owned by his family line. Unfortunately, trouble follows. Can Leo use his quick wit swiftly enough to save not only Jerry but his own future as well?
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“Here’s the main hall,” Manon murmured softly, opening a door and stepping through. He pointed toward the stairs to the right, saying, “I’m supposed to take you to Alpha Declan first, though. He said he’d still be up.”
Even as Leo nodded, a scent tickled his senses, distracting him. He turned to the left as he inhaled more deeply. A mossy, earthy fragrance somehow mixed with natural male fragrance. It left his taste buds tingling and his mouth watering.
Needing to discern the source, Leo set his bags down on a nearby settee. While he figured it was a piece of furniture that was probably only for decoration, Leo didn’t care. Parsing out the source of the exquisite aroma…that was all that mattered.
“Leo?” Manon called. “Where are you going?”
“I need—” Leo glanced over his shoulder and spotted Manon’s questioning expression. “What’s this way?”
“The kitchen and dining areas.”
Nodding absently, Leo picked up his pace. Anticipation flooded him, and his breathing quickened. Even his wolf grew excited in his mind.
Leo pushed open a door and peered around, taking in a small, dark dining room. His keen eyesight surveyed a bar separating the space, which led into a huge kitchen. His gaze fixated on a young man standing frozen before the open door of the refrigerator, his form silhouetted in the light.
Sucking in a harsh breath, Leo could only stare. The human was, in a word, stunning. He appeared lean—easily seen even hidden beneath a pair of loose-fitting sleep pants and a t-shirt—and stood perhaps five-foot-eight or nine. I’ll have to get closer to be sure. His hair gleamed red in the light of the refrigerator, wild and unkempt.
Even while admiring all that, Leo noticed the male’s wide, wide green eyes…eyes full of trepidation and fear.
Why? What’s wrong?
Leo longed to soothe the man, and the reason why hit him hard.
He’s my mate!
Leo swallowed hard, forcing moisture into his mouth. “Damn. Fate listened,” he whispered.
Manon lifted a brow, his expression one of confusion. “What are you talking about?”
Unable to tear his gaze away from the svelte, red-haired figure staring at them with that wide-eyed, fearful look, Leo felt another stab of need to ease the tension filling the human’s frame. “He’s my mate.”
* * * *
Shit! How did I miss that someone other than these guys’s leader was still up?
Jerry De Mara had been listening for hours until the house had fallen quiet. True, it was a big ass house, but he’d been so sure…well, all except the big Native American guy and his small, hazel-eyed partner. Jerry couldn’t remember their names, but he knew they liked loud sex.
His own prick had begun to thicken when he’d heard the sounds they were making. That was what had finally driven him from his room. The grumbling of his stomach was a good instigator, too.
Standing before the open refrigerator, trying to decide what he could sneak without someone noticing, he felt grateful the cool air caused his semi to go down.
The opening of the nearby dining room door sent fear spiking through him. The view of the gorgeous specimen of maleness twisted his stomach further, filling it with butterflies. His belly fluttered, and his heart felt as if it skipped a beat.
Oh my goodness!
Jerry gaped at the man, staring. He couldn’t tear his gaze away. From what he could see in the dim lighting, the man sported ruggedly handsome good looks, and Jerry wanted to see more.
Then another man appeared behind the stranger…one Jerry recognized, snapping his attention back to the present—Manon Lemelle—a wolf shifter.
Oh, I am so busted.
Jerry’s mind whirled, making him miss whatever exchange was whispered between the stranger and Manon.
“I’ll let Alpha Declan know we’ve arrived,” Manon stated, his voice louder. He grinned widely at the other man, slapping him on the back. Then he nodded at Jerry, still smiling, before slipping out the door.
“Hi,” the stranger said, drawing Jerry’s attention back to him. He stood on the other side of the bar, his left forearm resting on it. Holding his right hand over the counter toward him, he continued, “Jerry, right?”
Releasing the hold he had on the refrigerator door, Jerry nodded as he reached out and took the man’s hand. He let out a small gasp as tingles sparked over his palm, causing goose bumps to erupt on his forearm. His instinct was to yank his hand away, but the stranger’s hold tightened a bit, staying that action.
“Hi, Jerry. I’m Leopold Caldwell.” With only the moonlight streaming through the window to illuminate him, the man’s eyes appeared to glimmer in the darkness. “Please call me Leo. It’s very nice to meet you.”
Jerry heard the warmth in Leo’s tone and wondered from where it stemmed. Then it hit him. “Caldwell,” he murmured. “Um, related to Stephani?”
Leo nodded. “She’s my cousin’s daughter. Luther is my father’s sister’s son.” He winked. “My cousin.”
Sucking in a harsh breath, Jerry finally yanked his hand away. “C-Cousin? That m-means you’re, uh, you’re, um—”
He couldn’t manage to finish the thought.
Fortunately, Leo put him out of his misery. “A shifter? Yeah. Wolf, like him.” He leaned over and flipped a light switch, and the drop lighting over the bar cast the area in soft illumination. “Keep breathing, cutie. Please? None of us here will hurt you.”
Jerry nodded slowly and focused on the countertop.
“One breath at a time,” Leo continued, his deep soothing croon sounding directly in Jerry’s ear. “That’s the way.”
When did Leo round the counter? How did I miss him drawing so close?
Even as Jerry flinched from Leo’s touch, he took comfort in the sound of his voice. He managed to slow his breathing. When Leo rested his palm on Jerry’s back a second time, he pressed into the touch, and his tension eased.
“That’s the way, Jerry,” Leo purred into his ear. “We’re actually a pretty nice group. Luther was just protecting Stephani, that’s all.”
Jerry nodded. It had been explained to him. That didn’t make the memory any less scary…or the fact that shifters were real any less scary. There were creatures out there that could tear him apart with ease.