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Copyright © February 2011, Eden Cole
Cover art by Anastasia Rabiyah © February 2011
Amira Press
Charlotte, NC 28227
www.amirapress.com
ISBN: 978-1-936279-70-8
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Not My Wolf
Eden Cole
Chapter One
“You can’t put it off forever, you know,” Blaine reminded him. “Every
day, more and more of the men are asking about when you’ll mate.”
“It’s not like my mate is sitting outside my door waiting for me to take
her,” Corey complained. “You know that as well as every wolf out there. And
the bigger issue here is not whether I have my mate. It’s whether we’re going
to escalate this issue with the rival pack.”
Blaine nodded. “Yeah, there’s that too.”
Corey growled at him, but his second in command was not fazed in the
least. Blaine was a good man, a great fenrir shifter. He’d stayed beside Corey
for many years and was comfortable not challenging him for leadership of
the pack. The others might assume it was because Blaine was openly gay, but
Corey knew better. Blaine was one of the strongest, most self-assured men
he knew. He was comfortable in what and who he was, but he also felt his
place was to support Corey. If today or tomorrow, Blaine changed that view,
Corey knew he’d learn it from his Beta firsthand. That made Blaine his best
friend aside from his duties.
“Anyway,” Corey began, breaking eye contact with the other man and
staring down at his desk, “I might be meeting my mate a lot sooner than you
or I thought.”
Blaine, who had been rearing back in his chair with his face hidden
beneath his Stetson, shot forward. His chair slammed down on the floor.
“What? Why didn’t you say anything, you ass? Where is she? How do you
know?”
Corey winced at the explosion of sound. All of the fenrir shifters in his
small Rocky Mountain pack had sensitive hearing. “Watch it, would you?” he
snapped. At Blaine’s apology, he continued. “I had a dream last night—”
“A dream?” Blaine whistled. “So you did get the gift from our ancestors.
Shows up in the Alpha sooner or later.”
“Yeah,” Corey agreed, “and that’s another thing that others have
questioned about my authority. Not those who want to challenge me of
course, just troublemakers.”
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“The dream?” Blaine led.
Corey hesitated again. The dream had been sensual, hot. He’d awakened
that morning drenched with sweat, his cock rock solid. If the experience
wasn’t a premonition of what was to come, it was at least enjoyable, until he
woke up. “She was in it, my mate. I’m pretty sure it was her because I heard
myself say ‘ you’re my mate?’” He shrugged, all of a sudden feeling stupid.
Blaine laughed. “You didn’t sound too sure.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” he insisted, becoming more so as he spoke. “The feeling
was right.” He closed his eyes and leaned back remembering the scene with
them together, both naked on a bearskin rug. The setting he recognized too,
his cabin. The pack lived on a plot of land kept for their own kind, and the
occasional stray from another type of shifter. Ownership had passed from
one Alpha to the next over the last centuries. They worked the land to
produce their livelihood, whether it was crops or cattle, all to allow them a
sanctuary away from the big city.
Fenrir shifters were different from regular wolf shape-shifters. They were
descendents of the Norse god Fenrir, and their fur when they changed to
their animal form had an electric blue quality to it. They were bigger and
stronger than regular wolf shifters. They were fewer in numbers than other
groups. This was partially the reason his pack members kept pushing at him
to find his mate, so that he could have children and keep the bloodline going.
The more Corey looked out over his small pack and watched as they mated
and started families, the lonelier he became from one year to the next. But
the matter was more serious than him just picking out one of the unattached
women and going for it.
“What did she look like? Maybe she’s one of us or someone from a
neighboring pack.”
Corey shook his head. “I’m not sure. Actually the entire scene was hazy.
All I could see very clearly was my cabin. She was there with me. We were
having sex in front of the fireplace. She has long, black hair. And when she
touched me…
“Touched you?” Blaine asked, doubt in his tone.
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Corey frowned. “I know what you’re going to say. It seems more likely
that when I touch my mate, I connect with her and feel that she’s the one.
But well…honestly, it was her touch that got me. I can’t explain it.” He knew
his face must be red. He sounded like a damn woman. “Look, don’t give me
grief. All I’m saying is, I believe she’s it. So what I need to do is—”
“Is find a black-haired woman and have her touch you.”
“If you’re not going to take this seriously…”
Blaine held up his hands. “Okay, okay, buddy. I get it. And you’re in
luck.”
Corey narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Why’s that?”
“Because, my friend, it so happens that I need a double.”
“No.”
“You haven’t heard me out yet.”
“I said no.” Corey stood up. “I’ve got rounds to make. I’m not going on a
double date with you. I’m not gay, Blaine, and I’d appreciate it if you would
remember that.” Corey reached for his hat and placed it on his head before
continuing toward his office door.
Blaine surged to his feet and followed. “Okay, but the double would be
with my new friend’s sister ,” he emphasized. “And she’s got long, black hair.”
Corey stopped with his hand on the doorknob and glanced over his
shoulder. He should jerk the bastard up in the collar and plant him a facer
just for playing with him, but he let it go. “Why didn’t you say that in the first
place?”
Blaine only grinned and stuck his hands in his pockets. “So that’s a yes?”
“Yes,” Corey spat. “But no kissy stuff in my presence. You know how
that irritates me.”
Blaine brushed by him and jogged down the three steps to the asphalt. “I
wonder why.”
Corey didn’t bother arguing. They’d had the discussion many times
before. Blaine seemed to think just because he enjoyed men, everyone
should, including Corey. He had never, nor would he ever, take a man to his
bed.
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* * * *
“Why are you dating him, Devin? He’s not your mate,” his sister asked
softly.
Devin growled and snapped, “Do not question me, Corrin.” When he
saw the surprise and hurt in her eyes, he relented. Running a hand through
his hair, he sighed. She’d know the truth soon enough, so why hide it from
her? They were twins, and he shared everything with his sister. Not to get her
to help him make decisions, but just because she was his companion on their
trek up north to Colorado.
They had been born in Texas, and that’s where they spent most of their
lives with a pack that they didn’t exactly fit in with. When Devin dreamed
that he’d find his mate in Colorado, he headed out immediately. They had
been here for months with no leads. He’d heard there were fenrir shifters in
the area but had seen no evidence of them. Corrin and he weren’t full-
blooded fenrir wolves. They had only a quarter of that special blood running
through their veins. Apparently, that was more than enough to make them
outcasts in their common wolf pack. That along with the fact that Devin was
bigger and stronger than even his Alpha, a fact that no one took kindly to.
Devin didn’t know how to keep his head low and his mouth shut. So when
he had the dream, he left home, and Corrin had come with him.
“He’s a fenrir, full-blooded. Weren’t you able to tell that from his scent
and his size?” he asked. “There’s no telling if his pack will accept us or if they
will be the same as the others, thinking we’re beneath them and hardly worth
notice. Either way, my mate is here in Colorado. I know he is.”
“And he’s a man?” she asked.
He grinned and nodded. “Darlin’ you know I’ve always preferred men.
And yes, it was a man in my dream.” If he wasn’t driving at the moment, he
would have closed his eyes and brought up the vision he knew by heart now.
“He is perfect in every way, big, sexy, and most importantly— mine .”
Corrin chuckled. “I’ve never seen you so happy as when you’re talking
about your mate. I shouldn’t be surprised it’s a man, but I am. Shifter mates
have always been matched in order to procreate.”
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