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  Claimed by the Pack

  A Reverse Paranormal Romance

  Jade Alters

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  Contents

  From the Author

  One Mate for Every Wolf Pack

  1. Ridge

  2. Ridge

  3. Chase

  4. Ridge

  5. Chase

  6. Ridge

  7. Cheyenne

  8. Grayson

  9. Grayson

  10. Chase

  11. Ridge

  12. Cheyenne

  13. Grayson

  14. Cheyenne

  15. Ridge

  16. Cheyenne

  A Final Note from Jade

  Other Books by Jade Alters

  From the Author

  First and foremost, I’m so grateful to have you as a reader. Thank you.

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  One Mate for Every Wolf Pack

  Three wolves after one girl’s heart

  Ridge, Chase, and Grayson are wolf shifters living in the fringes of society and sticking by each other to survive.

  But everything changes when they cross paths with a beautiful Native American girl named Cheyenne whom they all find irresistible.

  As their mating instincts are aroused, the wolves are pitched against each other in a race to claim her as their own.

  With three gorgeous shifter men chasing after her – the wild and free-spirited Ridge, the handsome and endearing Chase, and the stoic and loyal Grayson -

  …Cheyenne has to make her choice.

  Or does she?

  A wolf can have more than one mate, and three hot men are definitely better than just one.

  1

  Ridge

  “Chelsea will skin you alive, Ridge.”

  I rolled my eyes at my always worried friend, Chase. We called him Chase because all he did most days was chase his own tail. Chelsea, our female alpha and the leader of our pack, took pity on him when she took him in, I think. Chase is a nice guy and if we hadn't taken him in he'd be alone on an island and in constant danger from other, established packs. Normally the male and female alphas would chase away a lone wolf, maybe even kill him. But our pack is different. It was started by Chelsea and her four mates. Yes, I said four. I know it's slightly unorthodox, but it works for us. The fact that our alphas all five spent most of their lives as strictly human is probably the most unorthodox part of it all, but like I said, it works.

  The pack was formed in the deserts of Afghanistan and the five of them, along with their pup, traveled to Bali, looking for a place to start over. Along the way they've collected strays, myself being one of them.

  The pack is about 20 strong now. Mostly males, pups and old women. As my name might imply, I was found wandering along a ridge on Komodo Island. My family was killed, my pack, all of them except for myself and a younger pup named Grayson who I'd been told to protect. Grayson was the son of the alpha and it was important to the pack he survive. I'm a beta, but was one of the strongest of our pack, so that's how I ended up with the assignment.

  I don't necessarily blame the humans. We had a renegade omega in our pack. He was killing farm animals then humans. Before he could be dealt with, the humans came for all of us. They didn't know what we were, they just believed they were dealing with an overpopulation of wolves.

  Chelsea and her mates found Grayson and me and invited us in, with open arms. Since then, we have both learned a lot about being human as well as being a wolf. Our pack lived mostly in our fur and sometimes we were hungry and cold. Since we've joined up with Chelsea's pack, our bellies have always been full, we've slept warm and dry at night and we lived more as human than wolf, which I was getting used to.

  My only complaint was the lack of females in our pack. Chelsea had no objection to us finding a human mate, but she wanted us to do that the old fashioned way. I'm 23. I need a mate, and I hate to say it, but I don't see anything wrong with the way my kind has done it for God knows how long.

  “I'm not going to hurt her,” I told Chase. “I'd never hurt a woman.”

  “You're just going to drug her a little bit.”

  “You know how much respect I have for Chelsea and her mates, but they all lived most of their lives as humans. She doesn't understand the old ways. She's coming around to a few of them...”

  “But, she specifically forbade us from using the drug for mating.”

  “I'm done curling up alone at night, Chase. I'll take the consequences. I'll handle it. I want this woman and she won't give me the time of day.”

  “Maybe that means she's not interested.”

  “She's afraid. She's had a bad go of it with men. I'll show her a whole new world.”

  “And that's what concerns the pack. You show her our world and she tells everyone else and then we're exterminated the way your pack was, and mine.”

  Chase was found on the island of Bali where the pack had intended on settling. He'd come from a very small pack. Some of them died off from hunger or old age, but the majority of them had been hunted. Chase was a pup when he lost the last of his pack. He survived, barely, high up in the woods, alone.

  Like me, he knew little to nothing about functioning as a human. The Pack found him and took him in.

  He’s got a lot to learn, but his heart is in the right place.

  Bali was where the Pack intended to settle, originally, but they found it to be too overpopulated mostly thanks to all of the tourists.

  The Pack moved onto Komodo Island from Bali and finally settled on an island just north of Komodo. It's unincorporated and many people don't know about it. The population is under a th
ousand counting our little pack. There are plenty of places for us to run and hunt and frolic in the woods without drawing attention.

  We can blend with humans easily most of the time, but keeping us in our human skin too long is like keeping us in a cage.

  The locals call the island “Surga” which in Indonesia means, “Paradise,” and I would agree that it was, if not for the lack of females.

  My main problem with doing things the old fashioned way as a human was that it took so much time. You couldn't just spring who and what you were on them without running for the hills, or the cops.

  In my world we mated with another wolf, or we used the drug for humans. By the time they woke up, they were one of us. Sometimes it was slightly traumatic for them, but I've never seen one that didn't come around...eventually.

  I wanted to do it the way my parents had done it, and their parents, and my great grandparents before them, but the youngest female wolf in our pack was Chelsea, and she was certainly taken. Then, the next youngest was in her 50's. I loved her like a mother, but definitely not a mate.

  “There she is,” I told Chase.

  My eyes were drawn to her whenever she was in the room. Her name is Cheyenne and she's beautiful. She's from the US, Native American, she told me, in case I couldn't guess. She has that look about her. The high cheekbones, long, shiny dark hair and big, round dark eyes. Her eyelashes are so long that at first you might think they're fake, but they're not.

  My favorite thing is that her body isn’t rail thin like a lot of human girls. When I first saw her, I noticed that she had curves...so many curves, curves my palms itched to explore. I could tell the few times I talked to her that she was somewhat insecure, probably because the curvy girls in Indonesia are few and far between. Her two friends that she comes out with every week are rail thin. One of them looks Indonesian and the other is a blonde, probably also from America. They're both beautiful women...but not like my Cheyenne. She was the one I wanted.

  Cheyenne

  Another Friday night out in Surga. I both loved and hated my new life. Just before I graduated from college with a BA degree in finance and a minor in mathematics, I was offered an opportunity that I couldn't pass up. My father's best friend lived in Indonesia and had houses in both Bali and on this small island called Surga.

  Surga was an unchartered island, found by a group of fisherman in the late 90's. The story goes that it was bought by a billionaire who built homes there for the poor and needy who roamed the streets of Bali. He built an entire little town for them, a haven, so to speak. When he died, he left the island to one of its inhabitants with the stipulation that it couldn't be sold, only passed on to whomever he chose to be his heir.

  The guy was about 50 years old now and he owned the bar I had just walked into. He was a super nice guy, and a lot of fun, but mostly everyone hung on his every word and every crazy story in the hopes of someday becoming his heir.

  Meanwhile the population of the island continued to grow. It was a collection of people who simply wanted to live off the grid, people hiding out from one thing or another and people like me, here for work.

  My boss was a contractor and owned a real estate business. He dominated the market on Surga and his men were always busy.

  I did the payroll and taxes and things like that. It was a good job and my boss was generous with my wages and benefits. The island was gorgeous. I couldn't have dreamed up a more beautiful place to live.

  But at 21 years old, with a chubby build and shy personality, being on an island of 650 people, where the median age is 42...well, it can get a little lonely sometimes.

  My two girlfriends and I have a standing date every Friday night for drinks and dancing at a local club called “Park's Place”. Park is the last name of the guy who owns the club and it is always a fun time. My roommate Marta and our co-worker Bonnie are my best friends. They're both slim, beautiful and outgoing and are constantly surrounded by men.

  I get hit on sometimes too...usually by a sailor who has been out to sea for too long, or one of the old, married men, looking for a little fling.

  I wasn't interested in either.

  I promised myself that no matter how lonely I got, I wasn't going to settle. I've spent the past six months on this island, not settling, and not dating. But a few weeks ago, I'd met a man at the club who I now couldn't get off my mind. He was in the bar tonight.

  I saw him as soon as I walked in. Of course, I was looking for him. Something about him, beyond the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous, drew me. He introduced himself to me one night and tried to buy me a drink.

  I turned the drink down.

  Although I had thus far not had any reason to worry on the island, I was still wary of the possibility of someone slipping something in my drink. It had happened to a close friend of mine in college back in the states. She was raped and never the same afterwards.

  He had told me he understood and asked if he could sit with me and talk. There were so many beautiful women in the place, I was confused and maybe a little suspicious about why he'd picked me. He did most of the talking, but I have to admit that he was really good at getting me to open up, more than I would usually to a stranger.

  The night ended however, without him asking for a date, or even my number. I was disappointed, but not necessarily surprised.

  Oh well..

  I saw him one other time and we had just started talking when a man came in the bar, a big, burly man with a beard. He was nice looking too...but kind of scary and dark.

  He came up and said something in Ridge's ear and then walked away, like I wasn't even there. Ridge was profusely apologetic and said he had to leave, and he hoped we could meet up again...but still, he didn't ask for my number or a date. Maybe he had a hot girl at home and I was just for conversation. It happened to me all the time. I was a good listener and even in high school, no real threat to the girls the hot guys actually dated. They came to me when they needed to talk, and the hot girls got them the rest of the time.

  “I'm going to get us some drinks,” My friend Marta said into my ear. “Grab that table over there in the corner, okay?'

  “Sure,” I yelled back.

  Bonnie already saw a guy she knew and was huddled close to him, talking. I knew she liked him, but when she first met him he had been in a relationship. He recently broke up with the girlfriend and Bonnie was slowly but surely moving in for the kill. She was blonde, green eyed and a fashionista. I had no doubt she'd soon be dragging him around on her arm, practically begging her to let him do his bidding.

  I made my way over to the table in the corner, stealing glances in the direction of Ridge...even his name was cool.

  Too cool for me.

  I shook off the thoughts in my head and sat down at the high-top table. Forcing myself to focus on anything else, I looked out at the dance floor, watching all the people hug each other, rub up against each other, kiss and sway to the music. A pang of jealousy and loneliness assaulted me just as I heard the deep, baritone, melodious voice say,

  “Well there she is, hello Cheyenne. It's so good to see you.”

  I turned to look at him.

  “So good” didn't even describe the way that seeing him made me feel. Strangely, although I knew very little about him, that pull was ever-present. I'd never felt anything like it before and it confused me.

  “Hi Ridge. How are you?” He slid a long leg over one of the tall stools and then he touched me...for the first time. He slipped his hand under mine and the contact was electric. I was staring into his beautiful hazel eyes, but it was hard not to look down.

  My whole arm was tingling.

  He smiled and a part of me melted as he said,

  “Just fine, now.”

  2

  Ridge

  The spell was broken by the sound of Cheyenne's friend Marta's voice.

  “Here you go,” she said, “One Cosmopolitan. Hi Ridge.”

  Cheyenne introduced her friends to me the first night
we met. They seemed like nice enough girls but I preferred having her to myself. Growing up mostly in the woods, as a wolf, I didn't have a lot of experience being around groups of women.

  They tend to whisper and giggle too much for my taste. I was a very direct guy and all that whispering and giggling kind of annoyed me. I felt like if you had something to say, you should just say it. If it were simply up to me, and I thought it wouldn't freak her out, I would tell Cheyenne how I felt and then I'd take her to the woods, and change her. I could feel her vibes. I knew she was having feelings for me, but in typical human fashion, she was fighting them.

  “Hello Marta,” I said, politely, while hoping she'd go away. “So nice to see you again.”

  “You too,” she said. She whispered something into Cheyenne's ear and they both giggled. Then Cheyenne said,

  “Go on. I'm okay.” To me she said, “So are you here with your friend Chase again tonight?” I'd introduced Chase to Cheyenne the first night I met her. Something about the vibe between them made me change my mind about having him around when I talked to her though. Their vibe wasn't nowhere near as strong as mine and hers...but, it was there and I didn't like it. I respected my alphas and their ability to share Chelsea, but I didn't like to share, and when I got Cheyenne to believe she was my mate, I wasn't about to share her with anyone.