Title: Arynn’s Chosen Mate
Series: Iron Wolves MC #8
Author: Ellie Boon
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: April 15, 2018
They say blood is thicker than water, but a bond that’s chosen is stronger than steel. Nothing and nobody can sever those that are forged between ones chosen family.
They say love hurts. For a shifter who thinks he’s lost it all, it’s more than just a saying, it’s a reality. When Arynn is finally reunited with his daughter and finds the one woman created just for him, he swears love does hurt, but it’s a feeling he would give his life to experience.
Family is supposed to love and cherish one another. Sheila never had that growing up. When she became a mother of not just her own child, but her twin sister’s as well, she vows to love them like she’d never been.
When you find love that’s worth fighting for, you grab it and hold on tight. Families don’t always have to be blood, sometimes ones that are chosen are even more special as they are forged in love, instead of duty.
Can Arynn and Sheila along with their two girls finally find peace as a family, or will the darkness from their past destroy the goodness they’re creating?
Warning: Contains a sexy hero who feels EVERYTHING and a heroine who loves him even more. Lots of growly men, a crazy Fey Queen and her wolpires. Oh and HELLBOY. #DONTLOOKDOWN
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“Can you—do you recognize darkness when you touch a person?” He’d never asked the other man to look inside him. To be truthful, he’d never allowed anyone to see inside him completely. Now, with the fate of his family, friends, pack and possibly more, he was willing.
Creed nodded. “I can sense darkness in anyone. I am darkness.”
Xan snorted. “You sound like a fucking scary movie. I am darkness,” he mocked. “Shut the hell up, Hellboy. You’re possibly one of the best men I’ve ever met, and no we ain’t gonna hug and shit.”
“Is this like a, bromance now? It’s because you looked down, isn’t it?” Creed sighed. “I told them all. Don’t look down. I warned them, they’d all get dick-envy. I had no clue it would become—this. Fine, come here. You can have a side hug.” Creed held his left arm out. “Come on, you can’t be greedy. Side hugs are all you get. If I gave you a full hug, you’d hump me and shit. Not today, pup. Or tomorrow, or the day after that. Or the,” he stopped and laughed.
Xan held his middle finger up. “Bromance my ass. You only wish I’d hug you so you could find out why the ladies say I put the X in sex.”
“Enough, my fucking ears are bleeding. If you two need to get a room, go, get r done, but for fuckssake, stop with the jawing,” Kellen growled.
“While y’all were fucking around and doing your chest pounding, junk grabbing, and other man bullshit, we scouted the area. Seems the darkness has set up camp about a mile outside our territory, alpha.” Lyric tossed her hair behind her shoulder.
Arynn gaped at Lyric and Syn as they strolled through the door, their confident strides didn’t pause as they passed. “Oh, Bodhi and Rowan are right behind us. They’ll be bitching because we were faster than them. Ps. Size doesn’t equal speed,” Syn laughed. As the sister to the alpha she had been brought up as the princess of the pack. Arynn had watched both girls grow up, saw them fight alongside the men and had eased each of the heartaches at one time or another. However, when their mates slammed through the door, he moved back.
“Karsyn FuckingUnderwood, get your ass back here,” Bodhi roared.
Syn gave a mock shudder. “Oh, he used my full. Wait a minute. He’s Xan FuckingCarmichael. I am not, nor have I ever been referred to as the same moniker. Take it back.” She stomped her foot.
Arynn knew what was coming next, kept his arms around Sheila as Bodhi swept Syn into his arms, and over his shoulder.
“Bodhi, I am not a sack of potatoes. Dammit that hurt,” she yelled as the man slapped her butt. Their voices trailed off when they turned the corner.
“Well, that was interesting. Hi, honey, how was your trip?” Lyric smiled.
“You coming to me, or am I coming to get you?” Rowan folded his arms across his chest.
Lyric tossed her arms in the air. “What is wrong with you men. Come, sit, do this don’t do that. All we did was show you where to go. You and Bodhi were heading in the wrong direction. Ps. You’re welcome.”
“I’m gonna count to three. If I get to three, it’s gonna hurt you worse than it hurts me, darlin.”
She pointed at Rowan. “Don’t you darlin me, and don’t you dare start counting. I’m coming because I want to, and my legs are tired of walking.” While she’d been talking she moved to stand in front of her mate. “Alright, pick me up and do what you will with me.”
“What am I gonna do with you?” Rowan asked. Instead of tossing her over his shoulder, he lifted her until she could wrap her legs around his waist.
“Eye. Bleach. It hasn’t been invented yet,” Xan yelled.
Lyric lifted her right hand and flipped her brother off while Rowan carried her down the hall.
“Man up, Arynn, and get your ass outta your rig,” he told himself then put action to words.
He got out, inhaling deeply, taking in the scents around him. If he dropped his mental guards, he could be assailed by a shitton of others feelings, yet the urge to do so in order to get the lay of those around him almost had him taking the risk. Instead, he hit the key fob and walked around the front of his vehicle.
A deep bark followed by a growl alerted him to the presence of a dog in the backyard. He tilted his head to the side and followed the sidewalk around, his nose telling him that was where his girl was. Another loud bark and even more growling had him moving faster. The animal sounded huge and mean. What the hell kind of beast was Sheila allowing near his baby girl?
Not many times could he say he’d froze, but at the sight of a breed of dog, he was sure the Vikings had bred for killing their enemies, jumping toward a blonde girl who couldn’t be more than eleven or twelve, it’s massive head twice the size of hers, Arynn launched himself over the six-foot privacy fence. The big beast turned his head as Arynn landed with a thud on booted feet. The growl he emanated would’ve frightened most men, but he wasn’t most men. Hell, his growl was worse than the animal now in attack formation.
“Go inside,” Arynn ordered the frightened girl. “It’s okay, he won’t hurt you.”
A snort came from a few feet away. “Of course, he won’t hurt us. Now you, I think he’s going to eat for dinner. Or, snack since he just ate. You better get ready to run, mister.”
Arynn took his eyes off the dog to stare at the child he knew was his. The moisture in his mouth dried as his heart beat triple time. “Rebel,” he whispered. Just before the animal could do what Arynn presumed he was trained to do, he turned and growled at the big dog. “Down, boy. Sit,” he ordered, snapping his fingers, showing who was the alpha.
The dog pulled up, his feet working to do as he was told, a whine escaping him.
“What did you do to Gizzy?” Rebel asked rushing forward, falling to her knees and wrapping her arms around that massive head.
“Gizzy? You call that thing Gizzy? Girl, that things a monster.” He nearly choked on his words as he thought of the giant wolf he turned into, but dammit, his daughter was hugging the drooling pup.
“Um, sorry. I didn’t hear you pull up, Mr. Dunn.”
Arynn turned, bracing himself for his first view of Sheila. “What the hell? Sarah?”
The woman sighed and shook her blonde head, the silky length much shorter than Sarah’s had been when he’d been with her. “I’m Sheila, Sarah’s twin sister. Please come inside so we can talk. Girls, have you picked up all the lawnmines?”
“Lawnmines?” he asked. What kind of house was this?
A deep husky laugh had his body responding in a wholly inappropriate way, especially with two young girls looking on. “The big beast there, not quite aptly named Gizmo, gifts us with piles of poo that are like landmines to unsuspecting walkers out back. The girls job is to take care of him, which includes cleaning up said lawnmines.” She made air quotes, then brought her hand back up to her forehead as if blocking the sun.
“Aw, mom, we cleaned up most, but there’s a couple warm ones,” Rebel cried.
He whipped his head toward his daughter, then back at the woman who said she wasn’t Sarah. Something was off. He sniffed the air, thinking he’d recognize the other woman’s scent from their one time together. His wolf raked at him, wanting to come out and—shit, Arynn had to seize control of his powers. Being the Omega meant he was more in touch with his wolf, giving his other half the ability to help when his pack needed to release pain, both mental and physical. Now, it took monumental effort to force the wall back up and face the woman who clearly wasn’t Sarah, but her twin. Shit!
“Girls,” Sheila said in a tone that had both females moving toward shovel looking devices with a scraper attached.
“Are they okay out here with—that?” he pointed at the animal lounging on his stomach with his big reddish head resting on paws the size of a damn bear, his amber eyes blinking slowly at Arynn as if he was contemplating eating him for dinner.
“Gizmo would no sooner harm a hair on those girls’ head, than I would. Come on, you look like you could use a drink, of the non-alcoholic variety.”
With one last meaningful glance at Gizmo, he took in the two girls’. One with blonde hair like Sheila’s and one with dark locks like his own. Those blue eyes had flashed at him, reminding Arynn so much like his brother Torq in a temper. Damn, he wished his brother was here to see Rebel in action. He’d be giving the other man a call when he left, hopefully with more than just a memory.
“Water or tea. I also have non-caffeinated pop?” Sheila asked, her hands twisting together.
Good, she was as nervous as him. “Why don’t you explain.” He nodded toward her then the french doors where he could still see Rebel and the other girl. It took him a moment to remember she had an equally awesome name, Romie, walking around as they scooped up Gizmo’s shit.
“Where do you want me to start?”
“How about at the beginning and explain why my daughter calls you mom, when you’re clearly not her mother,” he bit out.
Sheila slapped her hands on the granite counter. “First of all, just because you carry a child for nine months and deliver a baby, doesn’t make you a mother. Second, you will treat me with respect in my home as I’ve never done anything except do what I could, to provide you with updates on Rebel from the time she came home from the hospital.”
Arynn nodded. “I’ll give you that. However, my kid is calling you mom. Living in your home with your family. Is she calling your husband dad as well?” The thought had he and his wolf growling.
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Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her.
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