Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
I didn’t move to Cooper Valley for love.
I’m here to raise my daughter in peace, work at Wolf Ranch, and keep my wolf on a tight leash.
Because I don’t have time for distractions. Or complications. And definitely not both in the form of a female.
Joy is my new next-door neighbor—sweet, sexy, and entirely off-limits.
She always has a messy bun and a laugh that melts steel.
She makes my little girl giggle like I’ve never seen before.
She makes me burn with need.
She’s sunshine. I’m thunderclouds.
I tell myself I’m too gruff, too brooding, too busy being a father to want her.
But my wolf doesn’t care about rules. He thinks she belongs to him.
He knows she smells like fate… and tastes even better.
How can I stay away? In the end, it seems fate will decide for me
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PACK RULE #9:
FATE COMES SECOND FOR A SINGLE DAD
I didn’t move to Cooper Valley for love.
I’m here to raise my daughter in peace, work at Wolf Ranch, and keep my wolf on a tight leash.
I don’t have time for distractions or complications. And definitely not both in the form of a female.
My new next-door neighbor is sweet, sexy, and entirely off-limits.
Joy always has a messy bun and a laugh that melts ice.
She makes my little girl happier than I’ve ever seen before.
She makes me burn with need.
She’s sunshine. I’m thunderclouds.
I tell myself I’m too gruff, too brooding, too busy being a father to want her.
But my wolf doesn’t care about rules. He thinks she belongs to him.
He knows she smells like fate… and she tastes even better.
How can I stay away? No matter how hard I try, it seems fate will decide for me.
1
WES
I turned off the water and slid the shower curtain back. Steam had fogged up the small bathroom and coated the mirror. I stepped out onto the bathmat, grabbed a towel–one of Remy’s pink ones–and started to dry off.
Moving sucked. Moving as a single parent with a four-year-old was even harder.
I’d found the sheets, the pots and pans, the toiletries. All important things. But the box full of stuffed animals was missing or at least hadn’t been unearthed from the pile still filling the living room.
It had been a crisis, the missing box. Still was.
I’d gotten Remy to sit in her booster that lifted her up to the right height at the kitchen table and color while I showered the sweat and dirt from hauling boxes and rearranging furniture.
As a shifter, lifting heavy things was easy, but in July, it still brought out some sweat.
I swiped the mirror with my towel, then rubbed at my hair.
As I stared at my half-fogged reflection, I couldn’t miss how fucking tired I looked. I was a father, not a grandpa.
I took the day off to move, but Remy still needed dinner. Her own bath. Finding that missing stuffed animal box. Plus, I had to be up at Wolf Ranch at dawn. My responsibilities, here at home and at the ranch as the foreman, never ended.
“Food,” I grumbled to myself. “You need food, a beer, and some TV that doesn’t involve cartoons or princesses.” I wrapped my towel around my waist. Barely. I glanced down. I was not made for a pink toddler towel.
“Remy, what do you say to hamburgers for dinner?” I called.
She didn’t answer, which was a surprise because even though she was a tiny thing, she loved to eat. And being a shifter pup, she loved meat. She also loved to talk. To me. To herself. To her stuffed animals.
“Remy?” I came down the hall from the bedrooms, hand on the towel at my hip.
The one-story rancher I bought was in town on a nice lot. I’d chosen it because it had been completely renovated–new everything–which meant I didn’t have to spend any time fixing leaky faucets or updating an outdated bathroom. The location was perfect to get Remy to school, hang out with friends when she was older, and do all the kid things living isolated on a ranch didn’t offer. I’d waited to buy a house and move our shit out of storage until I was sure it was going to work out with the new job and pack.
It seemed we’d struck gold with the Wolf Ranch pack. They’d welcomed us both like we were family, not perfect strangers, who also happened to be shifters.
The routine and closeness was just the change Remy and I needed after being on the rodeo circuit for six months out of the year. Plus, things had gotten weird in our home pack. I’d heard that Remy’s mom had shown back up, and I hadn’t wanted her messing with our daughter’s head. Hell, I didn’t even want Remy to meet her.
It was hard enough that I had to explain to my daughter why her mom wasn’t around. The last thing our pup needed was to feel that abandonment more acutely after meeting her mom and having her skip town again. It was one thing to be abandoned when she was three weeks old. A four-year-old remembered everything. And everyone.