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Chapter One
    Dev pulled off the isolated road, parked next to the three shiny sports cars already there and opened his door. There was a line of trees and brush directly in front of him. His meeting must be taking place on the other side of them. He had no idea what to expect. Whenever his own Alpha interviewed new members he did it at his house without other pack members around.
    “Nooooo!”
    He paused with one foot on the ground and one still in the truck. He sniffed the air. The scents of wolf, fear and arousal nearly knocked him off his feet. His gut clenched tight and his cock filled with blood.
    What the fuck? His eyes lost focus, shifting to their lupine counterpart; his canine teeth descended. The sudden shift of parts took his breath away. He couldn’t remember ever having this sort of reaction before. It was like his body didn’t know whether it wanted to kill or fuck. Shit.
    A loud scream rent the air followed by laughter. Leaves rustled and…fabric ripped?
    Shit, shit, shit. Someone was clearly in distress. What was he about to walk into? Dev closed the door quietly and took another deep breath. His stomach tightened again and his cock jerked. He managed to get his eyes to shift back to human but he didn’t bother with his teeth. He differentiated six separate scents. All less powerful than he, but he wasn’t walking through those trees with no defense. He flexed his fingers and concentrated on making them change to claws. Claws and fangs made for nice weapons.
    “Oh no, please no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be insolent,” gasped a soft, almost boyish voice.
    “You are the fucking pack Omega. How dare you question me.”
    Dev recognized the last voice as the one he’d heard on the phone, the pack Alpha. Great.
    Several barks of harsh laughter followed the Alpha’s statement.
    “What’s the problem? You like cock. Just relax and enjoy it,” a third voice mocked.
    Holy shit. Not just a beating, but a rape. Wonderful. Dev rushed through the trees and brush. He was not about to allow them to rape the Omega.
    The Omega fought a losing battle. He was a tiny little thing, maybe five foot five if he stood straight up with perfect posture. He reeked of fear, but he had determination. His dark auburn hair was disheveled and in his eyes, concealing his pale face. The goons had already managed to rip his pale blue shirt in half Page 2
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    and partially off his slim chest. One man worked on the khaki slacks, while two others held the little spitfire’s arms. Another two men watched, leering and laughing. The smaller of the observers rubbed his very evident erection. Dev didn’t know why, but he was almost positive the man groping himself was the Alpha. None of them had noticed Dev yet.
    Dev looked around and took everything in, trying to decide the best point of attack. The clearing was surrounded by trees. It was roughly the size of half a football field. This must be where the pack met before they hunted on a full moon.
    The Omega went limp, nearly succeeding in making the two men holding him let go. It didn’t work, but it surprised them all enough to allow the redhead to get a good kick in. He hit the third man who was wrestling with his pants, right in the mouth. Blood flew as the man’s head jerked to the side. Crimson splatters splashed over the Alpha.
    “You little son of a bitch.” The man the Omega struck stepped forward, doubled up his fist and popped the Omega right in the temple.
    The redhead collapsed, his head lulling forward on his neck.
    Dev saw red, a growl erupted from his throat and drew the attention of the five men. They dropped the Omega and turned towards Dev.
    “Who the fuck are you?” the man in the green shirt demanded.
    The Alpha blinked over at him and put his hand on the man who’d been tugging on the Omega’s pants.
    “This, I imagine, is Mr. Devlin Johns. The reason we were meeting out here in the first place.” The man raised a brow. “Do we have a problem, Mr. Johns?”
    “We just might.” Dev glanced at the Omega sprawled on his stomach in the grass. He had no idea if the man was still alive or not. A blow to the temple like that could kill a human, but the man was a wolf, even if a weaker one. “Would someone like to explain to me why the five of you are beating up on a much smaller, much weaker man?”
    The largest of the men frowned. “Who do you think you are, mister?