A Kategan Alphas Christmas Special: Featuring Vane and Sarina (The Kategan Alphas Book 7) (5 page)

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Vane Kategan paced back and forth
across his study. Unrest was growing in the pack. Pack members have complained
that he needed to find a mate and start breeding. Easier said than done. Vane
stuffed his big form into a chair and ran a rough hand through his hair.

He knew they were right. He was the
Alpha. As the strongest of the pack, it was his responsibility to provide heirs
in case of his death. The only problem with that was none of the women in the
pack interested him. He’d dated several of them and even a few outside the
pack. But still his beast refused to mate with them. And he couldn’t force such
a close connection. They were all unacceptable: irresponsible, neglectful,
boring, and selfish. He and his wolf refused to force his pack to settle for a
poor leader. Those with the more positive qualities either didn’t connect with
him or were already taken. Besides, the women needed a strong female to influence
them, and he needed a queen for both the pack and him.

Vane didn’t know what else to do. At
the request of his pack, he even dated some humans. Yet none of them stirred
both him and his wolf. He growled in annoyance and went to find his housekeeper.
He found him lounging in a recliner in the living room.

“I’ll be going out. Call me if you
need me.” Alfonse lifted his head out of the magazine he was reading and
smiled.

“Sure thing, boss.” Alfonse gave a
little wave before returning to his magazine. Pausing with his head out the
door, Vane turned to look at his old friend.

“Is that a Martha Stewart magazine?”
he asked tentatively. His friend grinned up at him.

“Sure is. There’s a chocolate mousse
recipe in here that looks positively delicious.” Vane grabbed his hiking pack
and left to the sound of his friend’s laughter.

The chilled night air helped to calm
his nerves. He left his cabin and decided to hike across the unmarked land
instead of the usual worn paths. Pack members used the paths to stay within
pack territory, but he knew this land better than anyone did. It was all his.
He hiked his backpack higher and let his feet guide him.

It had been too long...weeks, since
he’d visited the forest. His beast relished the crescent moon and the coming
full moon. He walked quickly over fallen trees, climbed deftly down the main
bluff, and vaulted over sharp crags. Animals squawked and scattered as his
quiet steps tapped through the forest.

Stopping for a moment under a canopy
of willow trees, Vane pulled out his water bottle and took a long drink. He
stilled as the breeze changed direction and brought with it a new scent. The
scent was bold, earthy, and sweet. Different. Lingering, he took a deep breath
and closed his eyes. It smelled faintly of woman, lykaen, and something else.
Something too vague to capture.

Intrigued, he tracked the scent
through the woods. He followed the trail until he reached the end of his
property line. He hesitated, unsure whether to stray so far from the pack. He
made a quick phone call to Alfonse to let him know he’d be off territory for a
while. Alfonse laughed at him before telling him to get a gallon of milk on the
way home.

“Funny bastard,” Vane muttered under
his breath.

Twenty minutes later, Vane passed
through some low brush. He swiped at a low-hanging branch and passed under it.
A large, two-story cabin resided straight ahead.

The scent was more potent here. He
stopped and inhaled the rich scent deep into his lungs. Something about it
raised his hackles and brought his cock to life.

Vane didn’t recognize the cabin, but
the size of it spoke of money. Whoever built it here, with only a bare dirt
path to it, wanted to stay hidden.

Creeping silently, Vane made his way
to a first-floor window. The shades were open and a soft yellow light glowed
out from a lamp in the corner. The scent was thick and strong this close. He
wanted to roll around in it. Hell, something was almost familiar about it.

Vane flattened himself against the
log cabin. H could smell the earthy scent of cedar, but it was overpowered by
something much greater. He put his ear to the panel of wood, closed his eyes,
and listened. He tuned out the birds, squirrels, and crickets at his feet and
focused all of his lykaen hearing on the female inside. Intrigued, he was definitely
intrigued.

His eyes shot open and his cock
pulsed at the sound of a distinctly feminine moan. A deep male voice groaned.
Just as quickly as his cock hardened, it deflated. His hands curled into fists.
Whoa. What the hell was he angry at?

Before leaving, Vane wanted to at
least see the woman who carried such an alluring scent.
And a
sexy moan.
He had just tracked her for several miles.

He peered into the window and what
he saw made his cock go from soft to painfully hard.

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