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  Wolfe’s den

  Book One in the Wolfe Creek Series

  Chapter 1—Catherine

  Chapter 2—Hunter

  Chapter 3—Catherine

  Chapter 4—Hunter

  Chapter 5—Catherine

  Chapter 6—Hunter

  Chapter 7—Catherine

  Chapter 8—Hunter

  Chapter 9—Hunter

  Chapter 10—Catherine

  Chapter 11—Hunter

  Chapter 12—Catherine

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1—Catherine

  I opened the webpage to my email for the hundredth time since I woke up. Again, there was nothing there. No job offers or even rejection emails. There was just nothing. I had to check to make sure my internet was still working. It was about to be cut off if I didn’t get a job soon. I only had enough money for the other important bills. Food was even limited.

  I hit the job board, but there wasn’t anything; no new opportunities listed. When you’re a twenty-one-year-old college dropout, jobs aren’t plentiful as it is. With my newly ruined reputation, it was ten times harder. So I decided to surf the net while I still had it.

  I was browsing for about ten minutes when a sponsored ad showed up on the sidebar of my Facebook page displaying a family resort opening soon. It looked inviting, so I checked out. I clicked the link and immediately felt at home. The main building was a large wooden building, really a massive log cabin. It reminded me of a lavish ski resort my parents used to take me to when they weren’t ashamed of me.

  As of late I was persona non grata in their eyes. They cut me off, unless I was planning on doing some heavy ass-kissing which wasn’t in my repertoire. I wanted to call my parents, but they were out of town again, not that they had time for me. I didn’t want to grovel back to them with my tail between my legs after telling them that I didn’t need their money to make it.

  My phone buzzed with a text from my good for nothing ex-boyfriend. He was the reason I lost my last job three months ago and couldn’t manage to land another. Evan, the prick, came in to my job at the only expensive restaurant in this shit college town and shouted at the top of his lungs that I was nothing but a cock tease and was having an affair with my boss and that’s why I supposedly wouldn’t sleep with him. I was fired on the spot. Word spread like wildfire and I couldn’t land a job anywhere.

  Cat, babe. I need you to forgive me. I love you. Please

  This was his millionth useless apology. Loved me, my ass. What did he think I would do—just forgive him for ruining my name in a matter of two of his drunken frat boy days? After the restaurant incident he went around town fucking broads and sending pics to my phone. He was disgusting, and I didn’t know why I’d ever dated him. I just sent him a text to fuck off.

  After tuning out the asshole and forgetting I had parents, I turned back to the faux rustic looking resort called Wolfe’s Den. They boasted to having thirty suites that looked out at the Cascade Mountains. Many of the shots were taken in general locations around the town and the outside of the resort. The panoramic shot taken inside one of the suites was spectacular. The one thing that my eyes took in was the slightest bit of a reflection. Either it was really him or I was now completely certifiable. It couldn’t be him because my dream lover was a figment of my wild romance book filled imagination.

  I kept looking at the image to see if I could make out more of his features. I enlarged my browser to 300 times magnification, but it became blurry and pixilated. His hauntingly beautiful blue orbs did manage to stay clear. I drowned in his blue gaze until I caught my eyes in the computers reflection. Taking it back down to regular size, I noticed that my nightly lover was standing next to a woman with bare slender legs, who was the person behind the camera. Jealousy wrapped around my heart, squeezing it frightfully. It started beating so erratically that I thought it would explode.

  Needing to look away, I clicked on “About Us” section. There wasn’t much about the Grey Corporation. It was owned by the Grey family, who had lived in the area since the 1700’s. They were trying to expand their small community by adding a source of revenue for the locals. Next I looked for employment opportunities, but there wasn’t anything listed. The resort wasn’t opening for another month or so; perhaps they just hadn’t put the online application up yet, or they were old school and wanted paper applications. The only contact information was phone number. I called it and it was just a voicemail box, so I pathetically begged to be hired.

  After leaving that mess of a message, I wanted to cry at how things had changed so abruptly for me. It all started about six months ago. I started having these crazy dreams involving the most attractive and huge man I’d ever seen. They engulfed my mind and body, and I woke up physically drained every day. My day became all about him. It was as if he was real.

  My beastly giant man would touch me, tease my body to cum for him. Every night I would wake up several times from the feel of his teeth nipping at my flesh. My nightly demon wouldn’t say a word as he made his way to me, climbed up my body, his eyes never leaving mine, and tasted my skin. The only time he spoke was when he claimed me with his very well-endowed cock. It must have been the surrealistic feel of dreams that made him seem so large in every way because he was well over six and a half feet tall.

  Each dream started the same way: I’m lying on a bed, wearing just a skimpy pink nightgown. It’s one I don’t even own, but it’s unbelievably beautiful and silky. He walks into the almost pitch black room, his blazing blue eyes staring directly into mine, the moonlight brightening them as it lights up his strong chiseled face. I always think I’m going to be afraid because I should be, but I never am. My mysterious hunter stalks toward me as though I’m his prey. He lets out a low growl from deep within his chest as he moves to the edge of the bed, and before I know it he’s on me. He slides his hands through my hair and lifts my head so he can taste my mouth. My demon knight kisses me, and it’s the most earth shattering, explosive kiss ever. As he pulls away, I sigh at the loss of his mouth on mine. He starts nibbling lightly, licking and sucking all down my body like he’s trying to mark me as his. He hits my core with his strong tongue, and I start to cum hard. I dig my hands in his hair as he starts to taste my orgasm, releasing another low feral growl as he laps it up.

  Suddenly, he roughly parts my thighs, opening them wide before moving his legs in between them. His eyes never leave mine as he slowly moves his up my body. Aligning his cock with my pussy, he pushes his way roughly into me, claiming me as his and growling, “Mine.”

  His mouth comes down on to my neck and just as I feel his sharp teeth pierce my skin, I cum hard again, and he roars his release into me. I feel my body fill with his seed, and all I think about as I pass out from the pleasure was having his babies.

  I had moments where I relived his touch in public. On several occasions, I managed to mortify myself. Those dreams started to make going to class very difficult. I would spend the day rubbing my neck, even though there was no scarring. My pussy throbbed throughout every class, and I couldn’t pay attention at all. The worst time was when I was in my Calculus class with my eyes closed, letting out a little whimper. I opened my eyes to look at my lover, but I wasn’t asleep; I was looking directly at my teaching assistant, only after licking my lips sensually. The ass had the nerve to give me a dirty smirk, then approached me after class.

  “So lovely Catherine, I could make you moan like that later on tonight,” he offered, while his eyes leeringly admired my curves. I was almost ready to vomit at his unrestricted lechery

  “No thanks, Cody. I wasn’t thinking of you, and I sure as hell don’t want a married man,” I hissed and rolled my eyes.

  He got close to
me and gripped my arm tightly, then whispered angrily in my ear. “If I was you I wouldn’t be acting all high and mighty. You’re already failing; I was just giving you a chance to clear your mind.”

  “You couldn’t do anything for me. You’re a poor excuse for a husband, and if I was your wife, I’d divorce your ass.” I rushed away from him, ignoring everyone around me. Two months into my nightly fantasies, I was failing all my classes. My parents were furious, but I couldn’t stop the daze I lived in.

  I had another fuck up when I was working at Le Cher. A beautiful woman walked in with her husband. When I walked up to take their order, I had stared too long at the man. I wasn’t looking at him per se, but I noticed his bright blues and instantly my night stalker came into my mind. I was so lost in my fantasies that I didn’t realize the wife was growing more and more livid by the second. She didn’t say anything to me, but she told my boss, and I was warned about my behavior. Then just two days later Evan made his big display of asshole, and my boss had it with me, so I was canned. Damn those eyes; they ruined everything.

  The next three days I was living off Ramen noodles and Diet Coke hoping for a call or an email from any of the positions I’d applied to, but there was nothing again. I started sulking and was tempted to cave and ask my parents to help me out. I didn’t call to beg, but I did call to check in with them.

  “Hello, Catherine,” my mother said indifferently. I knew I was just a child my parents had to have to get the inheritance my grandfather had left them. They really didn’t want children because life was more fun without trouble. I never let it bother me because I always stayed in their good graces and benefited from their lavish lifestyle.

  “Hi, Mom. I just called to see how you and dad were doing,” I said in a sing song voice. I heard a huff of disbelief. When it came to me they weren’t very patient, so I intentionally annoyed them. They were too easy to irritate, but it was the only way I actually got to talk to them.

  “Catherine, we know that you still don’t have a job. If you need money just tell us. Or you could come back and we could get you a job or get you into a school in L.A.,” she huffed into the phone.

  “No, I can manage just fine on my own,” I muttered. I wasn’t fine, but it wasn’t like she really cared so what was the point in giving up my pride.

  “Please, you’ll be working at a strip club soon if you don’t get your act together. We heard about you sleeping with Evan’s friends along with your boss. You need to think about our family name.”

  “I didn’t sleep with anyone. I’m so glad you believe strangers. Evan is an asshole and I’m not interested in your help. I can manage without you two.”

  “Well think about it,” she said. “I’ve got to let you go. Your father and I have a dinner date to go to right now.”

  She didn’t even say bye before hanging up the phone. Why I bothered was beyond me. She wasn’t the loving mother; she was more like the “show me off” mom. If she couldn’t show me off I was useless. I got up and grabbed the opened bag of chips and a can of pop and jumped back on my favorite site. I looked for more information on the Grey family, but I couldn’t find any images or anything on them. They kept a really low profile. Even with their avoidance usually there was some picture out there.

  The next morning, I looked out the window and there was a limo idling outside my apartment. There was a muscular beast of a man leaning on the limo looking up at my window. I flushed with embarrassment and pulled away from the window. I tightened my robe and went to make coffee when there was a knock at my door.

  I looked through the peephole to see a very well dressed and perfectly built couple. I opened the door to let them know they were in the wrong place, but something about their eyes was familiar. They were tailored in expensive suits and I wondered if Evan had made up some more stories and the feds were after me.

  “Miss Catherine Kinney?” the long legged beauty asked. She had to be at least five eight and her hair was platinum blonde wrapped in a tight bun and not a hair out of place. Her facial structure was model perfect without the photo editing. I gripped my robe tighter, feeling uncomfortable with my normal person look.

  “Yes, how may I help you?” I responded suspiciously as I looked back and forth between the two. He was even bigger than the guy standing by the limo.

  “Hello, I’m Chloe Grey and this is my brother Gage. We’re here because you left a voicemail regarding a position at the Wolfe’s Den,” she said as she stuck out her hand to shake. The strength in her hand was intense. I felt like she had the grip of a man. I was going to need to hit the gym.

  “Yes, I did, but I maybe expected a call back or something. I didn’t expect a visit. I didn’t even fill out an application or anything,” I accused. Their presence wasn’t the norm. Maybe that’s the way they did things from where they’re from, but it’s not what’s expected for any job.

  “We did a background check on you after your call. The main concern for the boss was the sound of your voice. He believes it would be perfect for the position he has in mind. Please gather your things for the next several days so that we may depart to the Den. The boss doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” the stunning blonde with green eyes informed me as a matter-of-factly.

  It was strange, but the big beast of a man refused to look at me, and he didn’t say a word. I looked at him from head to toe. He was handsome, but I wasn’t attracted to him. He had green eyes that matched the blonde, but he had brownish black hair. Now that I looked at them better it was obvious they were related. I was starting to feel very uncomfortable, until she hurried me along.

  “Come now, you must ignore Gage. He can be the silent type,” she murmured, leaving Gage outside as she came in and closed the door behind her.

  “So what’s the position he thinks I would be suited for?” I asked, referring to their earlier reference to the boss liking my voice. I was thinking he wanted me as a receptionist or some customer service person.

  “I don’t know. It could be many positions,” she replied nonchalantly, but I could have sworn I heard a deep manly chuckle come from the other side of the door. So Gage wasn’t a mute.

  As classy as these people looked I was glad I had some expensive luggage my parents gave me for my last birthday. I wasn’t afraid of them, but that didn’t mean I had no common sense. Taking my safety in consideration, I decided to call my parents and let them know where I was going to be.

  “Hi, Catherine. Did you change your mind?” she asked with her shitty attitude.

  “No, I didn’t. Actually, I was going to tell you I have a job interview in Washington at a vacation resort,” I cheerfully replied, loving to rub it in that I didn’t need her.

  “What’s the name?” she asked, as though she thought I was making it up.

  “Wolfe’s Den,” I answered reluctantly.

  “Oh, I’ll look it up and call you later. Maybe your father and I could go visit and see you working there. Please tell me you’re not going to be someone servant or maid or something. Don’t embarrass us like that!” she bitched.

  “Calm down, I wouldn’t embarrass you like that,” I responded.

  “That’s hard to believe,” she remarked in disbelief.

  “I haven’t interviewed yet. I’m on my way there right now,” I sighed; she never listened to me.

  “Fine, call me once you get the job,” she said before hanging up again. Chloe just stood there with her mouth hanging open.

  “Does she always talk to you so insolently,” she asked completely offended, like I shouldn’t be disrespected by my mom. She shook her head and looked back down at her phone.

  “Yeah, well they weren’t always loving parents,” I said with a bit resentment.

  “Mr. Grey wouldn’t approve of them,” she admitted.

  “Well it doesn’t matter, does it?” I was starting to not like this Mr. Grey. He was sounding like a tyrant. They all did his bidding, his photo was hidden from sight, and he wouldn’t care for my shitty paren
ts. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but I haven’t even seen him yet.

  “It will to him. We take family very seriously since we lost our parents ten years ago.” After that little detail my anger subsided. It seemed he had a heart after all.

  Miss Grey waited impatiently for me to finish, tapping her high heel while she went back to working on her phone. It took about twenty minutes for me to get everything I needed before we left my apartment. I opened the door, and Gage immediately took the luggage from me. It had to weigh almost a hundred pounds, but he picked it up as though it was as light as a feather. Damn, I felt like a weakling next to these two specimens of perfection.

  He escorted both of us into the limo before loading my stuff into the trunk. The driver who was almost as large as this Gage character didn’t greet me either, both of them were acting as if they were not allowed to talk to me, which I found really weird. I hoped they weren’t a culture that refused to acknowledge women that weren’t related to them.

  I know that it was foolish to get in the limo with them, but they knew about my call and my personal information so they must be legit. Or maybe I let all that sodium get to my head. Even though Gage made me uncomfortable, I wasn’t afraid of him. In fact, he made me feel secure in his presence. He reminded me of my parent’s iron gates at the front of their mansion, strong, protective, and silent.

  “Are you hungry? The drive will be about five hours, and we woke you up. We can stop somewhere for you,” she asked. I blushed because I didn’t have any money, and it didn’t take long for her to figure out my discomfort.

  “The Grey Company will be handling all of your expenses for now on,” she said, patting my knee.

  “I can’t believe this is how you treat your future employees?!” I said aloud.

  “Are we doing something wrong?” she asked looking at me with a tilted head and scrunched brow like she was afraid she offended me. I was starting to think I was living in a dream; then again, I hadn’t dreamed of anything but my imaginary lover in a very long time.