Borders Pack Series Book 2: My Inescapable Mate
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K. K. S.
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In a world where the Mating Moon drives wolf shifters into a frenzy, Sammy Jane finds herself caught between her fear of aggressive males and the protective yet possessive Sabar. As the Mating Moon approaches, Sabar is pressured by his alpha to claim Sammy Jane, leading to a tense and dangerous game of cat and mouse. With the pack's traditions and her own safety at stake, Sammy Jane must navigate a perilous path to survive the night and find her own strength.
The Guard
Book 2: My Inescapable Mate
SAMMY JANE
âHey, Sabar!â I called out, my laughter echoing through the trees as I spotted him emerging from his river bath. Seeing him was always the best part of my day.
âSamjayâŠâ His voice was heavy, his frown deep. Even though he used my special nickname, his eyes were clouded with something that wasnât joy.
I noticed he was naked, just stepping out of the water. The droplets cascading down his dark skin highlighted his chiseled abs and the muscular planes of his chest.
As the water traced the contours of his hip bones, he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. His gaze on me was filled with clear disapproval.
Heâs not happy about me interrupting his bath, I surmised.
âOops, sorry.â I quickly turned my back, hearing the rustle of grass as he reached for his shirt.
âWhatâs up, Samjay?â
âThereâs something happening in the camp,â I announced, bouncing on my toes. Despite being a grown wolf for quite some time, my fellow she-wolves often said I still had the enthusiasm of a pup.
âWhat?â His voice took on a serious tone.
Thatâs his border guard voice. Iâd heard it before when there were trespassers at the wall of our territory. But he seldom used that tone with me.
âLily told me.â
âHow does she always seem to know everything?â Sabar grumbled.
Stepping up beside me, his black hair and goatee glistened with the remaining water which had soaked his thin tunic and made it cling to his body, accentuating his dark, intimidating features.
But heâs so gentle.
Heâd been helping me fortify my hut during the Mating Moon for years. And Valerie had mentioned that he was the one who saved her by letting her inside the wall.
âLily is the oldest among our generation of females.â
And I think our alpha trusts her. But I wasnât certain about that.
âWhy do you avoid calling yourself what you are?â Sabar nudged me with his shoulder, almost knocking me over with his sturdy build.
I sidestepped, laughing, and he grinned back at me.
âBecause! You know I hate that term.â
âBreedable?â
âYes.â
âBut you are one of the seven breedables, Samjay. Itâs just a fact.â
I knew the term meant we were of age to reproduce, but it felt so demeaning.
âSooner or later, Alpha will insist you dismantle your fortress and let one of the males mate with you.â
I shuddered at the thought, terrified of what had happened to some of the females in the past. Females can get seriously hurt or even killed during the Mating Moon.
âStop that.â He shook his head, chuckling at my scared face. âIt doesnât have to be that bad. You females sharing horror stories doesnât help any of you with reproducing for our pack.â
He started walking toward the camp.
âSabar!â I chased after him, jumping onto his back. âItâs perfectly normal to be scared. You know the males in our pack are especially aggressive. Thatâs why Edward gathered them to form a strong pack. Itâs only logical for us females to fear getting killed while being mounted.â
He caught my arms around his neck, wobbling as he adjusted to my weight on his back. He shot me a disapproving look over his shoulder as I clung to him like a baby monkey.
âYou canât say âbreedable,â but you can use the word âmountedâ?â His eyes flashed yellow.
âWhy do you get upset when I say things like that?â I asked, furrowing my brow as I met his gaze.
âI didnât say I was upset.â He continued toward the camp, carrying both our weights; my legs were hooked over his hips, and he held one of my shins in his hand.
âThen why do you look like that?â
With wolf eyes?
He cleared his throat. âYouâll understand soon enough, Samjay.â
I slid off his back, shouting after him. âI hate it when you say that.â
He ran a hand through his glossy black hair, not even bothering to turn around as he murmured, âI know that.â
SABAR
Sabarâs face was a mask of irritation.
âFeel free to be as mad as you want,â the Borders alpha said, his gaze locked with his dark border guard. His muscular arms were folded across his chest. âBut it wonât change the reality of the situation.â
âI canât just let someone take advantage of her.â
âThen you should be the one to take her.â
Sabarâs eyes narrowed at his alpha.
âYouâre treading dangerously close to disobedience,â Alpha warned, disliking the defiant look in his warriorâs eyes.
Sabar knew he was right and took the warning for the gentle reminder that it was. He softened his expression and relaxed his posture to appear less confrontational.
âYou know how she is, Alpha. Sheâs so innocent.â
âThen convince her now. Before the Mating Moon.â
âAlpha!â Sabar threw his arms up in exasperation. âThatâs less than a day away. She sees me as a friend, maybe even a protector, but she doesnât have any romantic feelings for me. And sheâs determined not to be mated. Sheâs scared.â
âWell.â Alpha grunted. âThen it seems you have a decision to make. Do you want multiple wolves to claim her in twenty-four hours, or do you want to be the one to do it?â
âAre you threatening to mate her?â Sabar looked shocked. The thought of how brutal the alpha could be when he wanted to be frightened him. Sabar had seen him tear rogue wolves to shreds with his bare hands.
âMaybe⊠We need to have offspring, for the good of the pack. I canât stand the breedables not being mated any longer.â
âOh?â Sabar raised a dark eyebrow. âAnd what about Lily?â
Alphaâs arms fell to his sides, and his teeth bared slightly in a growl. âDonât concern yourself with her, Sabar. I have a mate planned for her too.â
Sabar took a step back, realizing heâd pushed the alpha too far, at least for today.
