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Something is hunting Vee.

Vee’s life has changed since she revealed herself to Shane and his pack. When another pack leader comes to call on Shane and seems to know about her, Shane decides he has to claim her as his mate to protect her. She is hesitant at first, but then agrees, seeing no other way to get her life back to normal. Or at least, as close as she can get to normal.

But not long after Vee is claimed, her family is murdered. This sends Vee, Shane, and Durran down a rabbit hole. They flee to pack property outside of the city, hoping it’ll be easier to defend. All the while, Vee and Shane finally seem to be able to admit their feelings for one another, and while Shane finds it unlikely that he would be able to bond with her, he feels he needs to explain to her what might happen if they do.

Sujets

Fantastique

Romance fantastique

Bit-Lit

Fantasy urbaine

Bit-Lit

Romance

Romance Fantasy

Paranormal

Fiction

Alpha

Missouri

Full Moon

Werewolf

Watcher

Shifters

Misuri

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Publié par	4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
Date de parution	31 mai 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781644507346
Langue	English

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Table o f Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Author Bio
Sneak Peek at White Moon
Book Club Questions:

Mo on Bound
Copyright © 2023 Chelsea Burton Dunn. All rights r eserved.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used ficti tiously.
Library of Congress Control Number: 20 22950249
Print ISBN: 978-1-644 50-735-3
Hardcover ISBN: 978-1-644 50-940-1
Audio ISBN: 978-1-644 50-736-0
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Chapter 1
I t was a rather cold March for being in Kansas City, but that didn’t stop the individual outside the door of the locksmith shop from pounding on it relentlessly. Nor did the clearly labeled sign posted on the glass that read “Closed from 12 to 12:30 for Lunch.” Vee glared out the glass door, lazily eating her sandwich, and sipping her can of off-brand soda. She certainly wasn’t in the mood for this, even knowing the person on the other side of the door was easily a great deal stronger and faster than she would ever be. She kept her eyes firmly in front of her making it clear she was blatantly ignoring him, despite the monstrous noise of the fist threatening to break the g lass door.
To further her irritation, her sandwich fell apart as she took a bite. This was the kind of sandwich catastrophe that couldn’t be fixed, so you had to either eat the individual ingredients separately or ditch the idea of eating it all together. She looked at her ruined sandwich with disdain instead of the real perpetrator of its demise. Lunch was officially ruined. With a more than frustrated sigh, she crumbled the paper it had been wrapped in and deposited it in the waste bin behind the counter. She knew she might as well see what the hell the man banging on the glass wanted, even if her thirty-minute lunch interval wasn’t completely up. She walked slowly, leisurely to the door, taking her time as she pulled the keys from her jeans pocket and unlocked the deadbolt holding the do or closed.
The tall, broad man yanked the door open as soon as the bolt cleared and stormed through forcing her to back up to make room for him. His large eyes, startlingly soft for such a burly looking man, burned with anger like an animal on the hunt.
“Could you not pause from your precious sandwich long enough to do that fifteen minutes ago?” he asked. His voice boomed and shook the glass of the door and windows nearly as much as his fist had. The normally smooth brown skin of his face was dotted with a bit of wiry stubble, but it didn’t hide the white line that formed as he clenched his teeth from anger or the cold. She wasn’t totall y certain.
“Can you not read?” she asked defiantly, pointing to the sign without breaking eye contact with the fuming man. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, closing his eyes and trying to center himself. He could not lose his temper with her. Well… any more than he al ready had.
“Damnit, Vee! What the hell is wrong with you? I came here because I was told to.”
“I can tell. When you come in just to chat, you usually don’t attempt to break down my door. Why don’t you go run back and tell Shane I’m not in any mood for whatever it is he sent you here for? I’m not here for you all to just harass at any given time, Tommy. I’m tired of this endless stream of drama you all keep bringing me into,” she hissed, her eyes narrowed, and nostril s flared.
“That we keep bringing you into?” he practically growled at her, stepping closer so he towered over her. They were under the impression that she had gotten herself into this on her own. They made that quite clear with their increasing expectations. Helping someone in need wasn’t an open invitation to invade her life on a regu lar basis.
“Get out of my shop,” she said, her voice firm and stance unwavering. He was physically intimidating, but Vee learned a long time ago that even the most intimidating person was shocked when a small woman didn’t cower at them, and that they would be the one to back down.
“I can’t leave here. I’m following orders,” Tommy said, a bit more calmly, obviously trying to be more rational despite the temper he had gathered from standing out in the bitter cold while she ate her lunch. Normally, Tommy was much more easy-going, but the bone-chilling winter air seemed to make him unreasonabl y grumpy.
“Call him then,” she practically spit, turning on her heel to go back behind the counter. It was times like this that she wished they didn’t have a friendship. She hated yelling at him, but with this behavior, he deserved it. She didn’t care how cold it was outside or how important Shane thought it was for Tommy to be there. She didn’t appreciate him yelling and scolding her for not answering hi s demands.
He watched her for a moment as she turned off the message from the machine so calls could come back through. She then pulled out her tools for the lock she had been fixing before she stopped for lunch. She was completely ignoring his presence; he rolled his eyes and took out a rather small cell phone for such a large man, dialing the number to his boss.
“What?” snapped Shane’s deep, graveled voice from the receiver. Vee held back the little jump she wanted to make at hearing his voice.
“She wants me to leave,” Tommy said, his eyes shifting to look at her again. She was still pretending he was n’t there.
“Well, that’s not what I said for you to do. Did you explain why I sent you or did you barge in?”
Tommy winced, watching the smug smirk spread on Vee’s lips. Tommy’s pause was enough to tell Shane everything he needed to know about how that interac tion went.
“Give her the phone,” Shane growled as Tommy reluctantly handed the phone to Vee’s small, outstret ched hand.
“What, Shane?” she grumbled, wedging the ancient flip phone between her ear and shoulder as she continued with the lock.
“I take it Tommy decided against using h is words?”
“What else do yo u expect?”
“I sent him to stay with you and give you the news.”
“News?” she asked, raising a questioning eyebrow he couldn’t see. He sighed on the other side of the phone, and she heard the sound of skin rubbing on skin. He was rubbing his forehead with frustration. It was a nervous habi t of his.
“The Shawnee Leader is on his way for a meeting, and I haven’t exactly been forthcoming about having you as an asset. I wanted you protected for the next few days until I’m sure we won’t have any problems.”
Vee rolled her eyes. The way he said asset, he might as well have said she was his property.
“I don’t need protection. I’m sending Tommy back,” she told him as she found the bent piece and unscrewed it carefully.
“You’re not as strong as you think you are. You’ll need Tommy if something goes wrong in the meeting,” he said, his voice on edge with anger. She could imagine his eyes flashing from warm brown to gold as his voice dropped dangerously. She tried to resist the way the sound of his voice made her feel. She flicked a glance at Tommy to be sure her sudden rush of emotion wasn’t detected and looked away when it was clear it had n’t been.
“I didn’t sign a contract. I’m not your employee or anything else. Tommy goes back, and I don’t hear from you unless you want a lock replaced or a safe installed. Got it?” Before he had time to answer, she snapped the phone shut and swiftly tossed it to the hulking man in her small shop. She had forgotten how satisfying it was to hang up on someone that way. Tommy caught it and looked surprised, which amused her, and stood there for a long moment, simply trying to wrap his head around how that conversation had p layed out.
“What are you doing? Shoo,” she said, waving her hands as if they would magically rid him from her sight.
“I can’t believe you talked to him that way.” His voice carried a tone as surprised as his expression, thick brows raised on his forehead and eyes wide.
“Well, I did. Now go,” she said, pointing to the door and narrowing her eyes, daring him to protest. Any other day she would have been fine with him sitting in her shop and chatting with her but knowing he was on orders; she didn’t want him within a hundred f eet of it.
“Fine. Bye, Vee,” he murmured, stuffing the phone in the pocket of his jacket and leaving the shop much more quietly than when he came. She didn’t normally dismiss him like that when he came to visit, but usually he was only there to chat for a moment between assignments, not guard her.
Vee gave a sigh of relief as soon as he was out of sight. She made quick work of the lock, replacing the bent part, placing the newly fixed product in a