I’m giving you another look at Don’t Mess With His Pack today. Last week I introduced you to Alpha Hunter Maison. This week, meet Blaise Wylde.
BLAISE WYLDE sat behind his desk. If anyone looked in on him, they would think he was hard at work with his head bent over his desk and a pad of legal paper in front of him, his pen poised to write. But his mind was racing too fast for legal matters. The Okanogan Pack had a new alpha and that alpha had asked to meet with him.
Hunter was an apropos name for a wolf alpha and he wondered just what kind of leader he would be. The former alpha had welcomed them to the area as long as they kept to a specific zone. That hadn’t been easy and many of his pride had snuck through the lines and enjoyed themselves in the past. But over the last four years since he opened the club Wylde KingDom, instances of large cats running astray as seen by the human population had stopped.
Life was good and they flourished northeast of Seattle. If the new alpha was coming to ask them to clear off, Blaise would have to figure a way around it. This was their home. They had been there for decades.
With a low growl he dropped the pen on top of the paper and stood up. Alpha Hunter would be there soon or he would let his inner cat out in the dungeon. It was open six days a week, twelve to sixteen hours a day, and there were always members of the Pride on the premises once the doors were open. Surely there was a kit down there that would be willing to bend over for him.
He turned and looked at his secretary. Mia gave him a shy smile. Her caracal nature always made her a bit skittish, even with those she trusted. “Yes, Mia?”
“Alpha Hunter of the Okanogan Pack is here.” She gulped and leaned in, lowering her voice. “It smells like wet dog out there.”
He cleared his throat in a rebuke and an immediate flush covered her cheeks. “It’s the rainy northwest, Mia. I’m sure the place smells like wet feline to him.” The color in her cheeks deepened. “Please show Alpha Hunter in.”
The distrust and automatic disgust for those of the Pride toward wolf shifters was programmed into their DNA. Blaise shared Mia’s feelings about that particular wet dog smell, but he could not and would not insult the leader of the Pack. His comment about the particular feline scent had also been true. Like the rest of his kind, he wasn’t happy with the rain or getting wet, and he had no doubt the smell was nauseating to a wolf.
Footsteps approached and he stepped back around his desk. His lion nature automatically made him king of beasts, but his experience with wolf shifters had taught him that they didn’t respect his animal unless faced with the real thing. So he used props to garner the respect he should have been given from the start.
“Alpha Hunter, this is Blaise Wylde’s office,” Mia said from outside the door.
“Thank you,” a smooth male voice responded. “I appreciate your help.”
Blaise prepared himself for the meeting, inhaling deeply to catch the scent of the wolf. It wasn’t what he expected. Most wolves smelled of dirt and rotten animal. Alpha Hunter smelled faintly of cinnamon and the musk of antelope. It was a very enticing scent.
Any preparation he had tried to make went out the door when Alpha Hunter walked through the door. At his height of six feet three inches, he wasn’t as imposing as Blaise expected. He was long and lean without the wide shoulders and bared teeth that always accompanied Alpha Vito’s visits. Dark hair was in the current shaggy style down to his shoulders and was tipped in gray, though he had no way to know if that was natural or chemically done. Light blue eyes met his and Alpha Hunter smiled, showing off white, even teeth but no pronounced canines. “Blaise Wylde? It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He crossed the office in two long strides and held out his hand. “I’m Alpha Hunter of the Okanogan Pack.”
They shook hands and Blaise pointed at a chair across from him. “Thank you for coming to see me. Is this a social call?”
Alpha Hunter Maison’s primary focus is to keep his wolf pack healthy and happy. But with humans encroaching, they need a way to shift without getting noticed. He knows the local feline pride has found a way to temper their inner animal and asks for their help. Finding a desire to submit to the gorgeous lion shifter is unsettling. Knowing he is his mate turns his world upside down.
Blaise Wylde has worked tirelessly for his pride his entire life. As owner and creator of Wylde KingDom, a BDSM club just for feline shifters, he knows the power that BDSM can wield for their inner animal. When Hunter asks him to help the Pack learn BDSM, he agrees, especially when his inner lion is instantly interested and Hunter turns out to be submissive to him.
Someone in the Pack is unhappy about their alpha being involved with ‘a cat’ and anger quickly escalates to attacks. As Blaise fights to protect his mate, Hunter must do the same, because while he’s trying to find his attacker, someone’s after Blaise and he may already be too late to stop him.
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