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  WITH HER CAPTURE

  Lorie O’Clare

  WITH HER CAPTURE

  By Lorie O’Clare

  A lunewulf book

  Magda Keller and Ayden Toubec are in love. They are fulfilling every sexual fantasy and learning about each other. Life is perfect. Or it would be if there weren’t one serious problem. Magda is half Malta werewolf—the despised breed of werewolf that the law says must be killed on sight!

  For all appearances, she is full Malta werewolf. Enough for any werewolf who spots her to immediately attack. Magda is condemned to hide from the world for the rest of her life.

  It breaks her heart, but Magda runs from Ayden. She has to in order to save his life. He is alpha male, loved and respected by his entire pack. Being with her will have him kicked out of his pack, and even worse, also killed on sight. There’s only one problem.

  Ayden chases Magda down. He won’t live without her. Now if the two of them can stay alive without any werewolf who sees them killing them—including his very own littermate—they might just stand a chance. There is only one spot on earth where they can love, and live in peace…if they can get there alive!

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations and events are a product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events, or locales is purely coincidental.

  WITH HER CAPTURE

  With Her Capture Copyright 2013 by Lorie O’Clare

  ISBN: 9781311070586

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

  Edited by Anne Clardy

  Cover by Fantasia Frog Designs

  Published by Lorie O’Clare

  Smashwords Edition

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

  MORE BOOKS BY LORIE O’CLARE

  A NOTE TO THE READER

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Chapter One

  Ayden Toubec would laugh if his body would allow it. His littermate, Anthony, was an idiot. Georgie Toubec, their cousin and mated to an amiable bitch, who let him out to play every now and then, gained speed as he raced across the rocky, snow covered terrain. He was going to pull off the same insane stunt that Anthony had just achieved.

  Ayden wouldn’t be left out and called a coward. The icy cold wind rippled through his coat as he kept pace with Georgie. Anthony was on the other side of the cliff, watching the two of them. He panted and wore a toothy grin. The dare in his almond shaped, silver eyes was obvious even at this distance.

  Ayden took to flight at the same time Georgie did. Not that Cariboo lunewulf actually flew. His heart pounded hard the moment his paws left the snow covered rocks. He didn’t look down but stretched his body, focusing on the ground on the other side of the deadly gorge. The sun was high in the solid, blue sky and blinded him momentarily before the cliff on the other side came up fast.

  Ayden slid on to the snow, his claws digging into frozen ground until a rock sent him rolling, paws over head. Georgie and Anthony were yelping like fools at his slightly less than graceful landing. Ayden hurried to his paws and shook snow and mud from his thick white coat. The two assholes were wagging their tails hard enough to create a breeze. Their mouths were open, tongues hanging out over long, deadly looking teeth as white as the snow around them.

  Except the snow around them was now a mess, trampled from their paw prints with mud and rock scattered where the three of them had slid after jumping from one side of the gorge to the other. Beyond that though, drifts of snow stretched out undisturbed. The sun glistened over it, giving the illusion that thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded everywhere along the side of the mountain.

  Ayden regained his balance, and dignity. He took in a deep breath, the cold Canadian Rockies air refreshing as it filled his lungs. It tasted and smelled as undisturbed as the vast snow-covered mountain range surrounding them. He returned the stupid grin his littermate and Georgie had given him.

  It didn’t have to be howled that none of them would mention this to Georgie’s mate, Annalee. It was one thing for her to let her mate run with unmated males, but if she knew they were pulling antics worse than if they were cubs she’d probably have all their hides. At the moment, Ayden didn’t care. They’d leapt across one hell of a high gorge and it was worth basking in the moment of their success.

  He noticed the change in the air at the same time Anthony and Georgie did. Ayden straightened and used his other senses when he stared across the undisturbed sparkling snow. In the distance, a line of evergreens bordered the wide span of terrain stretching out in front of them.

  Ayden sniffed the air, narrowing in on an aroma carried on the breeze. His littermate and Georgie stood on either side of him, doing the same. Anthony growled and Georgie began leaping from one paw to the next. As Ayden took in the mountain on this side of the gorge, he detected what both of them had. They weren’t alone on this isolated section of their mountain.

  Georgie pawed at the ground. Ayden held fast, narrowing his gaze to search the tree line. In their fur, their eyesight, along with their other senses, was much stronger than in their human form, but it wasn’t good enough to see a smell. Ayden searched for any sign of movement. Whoever they were sniffing out had to be beyond that tree line. Everything else was wide open.

  There was something else he knew. The scent the three of them detected wasn’t Cariboo lunewulf. Someone had dared run on to their mountain, in to Cariboo territory. There was plenty of mountain range for different species to hunt. Cariboo lunewulf didn’t tolerate others pushing in on their hunting ground.

  Anthony growled again. Ayden noticed how wound tight both males suddenly were. The three of them charged the air from the smell of adrenaline and anger. It was a potent combination to breathe in.

  Neither his littermate nor cousin would take off running before Ayden did. He was older than Georgie. Ayden and Anthony had been whelped at the same time. The simple fact that Ayden had entered this world several minutes before Anthony gave him say in all matters. It was a time-held tradition and one never challenged by any Cariboo. Ayden was alpha male of their litter by birthright.

  Even as he made an effort to narrow in on whoever was out there, every inch of his body tightened with the need to protect their territory. The Toubec den had hunted, mated and whelped cubs on this mountain for five generations. As well, he would also fight to protect their mountain for the sake of the entire pack. No one moved in on their territory.

  Ayden let out a low growl. Time to protect our mountain.

  Anthony and Georgie stiffened. Ayden didn’t look at either of them but knew both shot him side glances. Instead he sprang into the air, taking off at full speed. His large paws slammed through snow to the frozen ground. Ayden used
all the strength his breeding granted him to race across the mountainside.

  Communication wasn’t the same in their fur as it was in their flesh. His littermate and cousin didn’t need to know the exact words he intended when he growled. His scent and body language made his message quite clear.

  Blinding, bright explosions of snow flew up around all three of them when Ayden led the way across the vast terrain. Their thick, white coats blended in with the surroundings as well as protected them from the harsh elements. Ayden slowed slightly when a fresh, cold breeze brought the aroma to them stronger.

  Ayden curled his lip, disgusted with the smells surrounding him. There’s a predator in those trees, he rumbled in his throat.

  Anthony pranced around him in the deep snow, eager to keep going and take on whoever was out there. He panted, as well as kept looking toward the trees. In spite of his strong smell of excitement and Georgie’s equally distracting scent, Ayden managed to narrow in on the intruding odor.

  Whoever was in the forest wasn’t Cariboo, which meant a fight. Ayden would make damn sure they entered at the prime location to insure they had the advantage. Not that he worried any other species would take them down in battle.

  The urge to taste blood grew stronger the longer he sniffed out the area. It was a craving to possess, control and dominate that ran strong in their fur. Cariboo lunewulf were a rare species of werewolf, larger than their lunewulf cousins but with the same thick, white coat, which distinctly marked them. They shared another trait with the lunewulf. Both breeds were known as the fastest species on earth.

  Ayden snapped at Anthony, then looked at Georgie and gave him a low growl. Not that he needed to explain his plan to either one of them. Both understood. They were going to enter those trees with intent to kill.

  Once again he took off running, this time entering the trees. His eyesight adjusted instantly when the bright blue sky overhead disappeared and was replaced by branches from the dense woods around them. Ayden leapt over rocks and uneven ground splattered with thick patches of snow where it had managed to fall in the forest. Georgie and Anthony were in tow, all three of them following the scent that grew stronger as they raced deeper into the trees that were very thick on this section of the mountain.

  What they’d initially smelled after jumping the gorge had changed. Ayden dug his claws into the frozen earth, coming to a stop. His littermate and Georgie were once again on either side of him.

  Ayden’s insides tightened when he dragged the rich aroma into his lungs. His spine prickled and a growl rose to his throat before he thought of stopping it. Something wasn’t right. He ignored Anthony, who pranced in place alongside him. Ayden moved around the trees, sniffing the air and taking cautious steps as he tried understanding what his senses were detecting.

  Wherever he walked, the rich scent remained strong. They were on the backside of their mountain. Some litters lived over this way, but most built their dens on the other side. His pack was strong and powerful but that strength came in numbers. Those living over here had less protection. It tended to make them fiercer. He definitely didn’t smell a Cariboo. But he swore what he picked up on now came from another werewolf.

  Ayden narrowed his gaze and searched all around him. There wasn’t any doubt in his mind. He smelled a female. She wasn’t Cariboo lunewulf, but she was definitely a werewolf.

  Why had they smelled another species and now the scent was definitely that of a female werewolf? It made no sense.

  Cariboo lunewulf females never ran alone. He doubted another breed of werewolf thought any less of their females to allow them to run without a chaperone. If a female ran with another species that would be even more of a mystery. Breathing in the crisp air again, he only noticed the female’s aroma, which made even less sense. He hadn’t been mistaken back by the gorge when he’d detected another species.

  Her scent was incredibly strong. Anthony and Georgie started snapping at each other, like God damn pups. Ayden turned on them, biting the one closest to him and got a mouthful of fur for his efforts. This was exactly why single females didn’t run alone. Anthony already smelled of lust, and although it was noticeable on Georgie, too, his cousin was focusing on chiding Anthony for instantly wanting a female he didn’t know.

  Some males might lose their morals in their fur. Although Anthony reacted to the nearby unmated female, Ayden’s littermate wasn’t a rapist. And Georgie would never cheat on his mate. There were those who let go of all values they professed to have in their skin, and ran on pure instinct in their fur. That said, if they had the urge to fuck in their fur, they did it, whether their partner was willing, or not.

  Ayden was no saint. Nor did he wish to smell as if he were. Her scent allured him, enticed and teased. Right now he’d focus on finding her. They would figure out what to do with her after he learned why she was running alone. He focused on the smell, trying to close in on it. Already he knew she was an unmated female. She didn’t carry the scent of a male on her. If she were out here alone, this far from a pack, she was likely in trouble. It wasn’t in his nature to take advantage of anyone who needed help.

  Ayden managed to maintain his dignity and not turn into a barbarian over the smell of an unmated female. The urge to dominate, to conquer and mount a female was one of the most basic instincts a werewolf possessed. It wasn’t easy to ignore.

  They were close enough now that Ayden smelled the female’s different emotions. She smelled nervous, anxious, a bit scared—and for obvious reasons if she were out here alone. But God damn! There was something rich and sweet buried under her pungent, more aggressive emotions. He would not allow his brain to believe she was suddenly turned on by his presence.

  That’s your dick talking to you, he growled to himself, keeping the rumble low in his throat.

  Ayden forced himself to concentrate. The female had to be close. The longer he searched for her, the harder it was to keep his primal side from taking over. Her scent was so strong he’d swear he was standing on top of her. His eyesight was so much better in his fur, but he didn’t see her anywhere.

  An icy wind blew around the trees straight toward them. It lifted his fur from his hide. A new smell hit him and Ayden froze. Their little female was obviously hiding, and now he understood why. There were other males besides them hiding among the trees. The female was definitely not safe.

  This was what the three of them had picked up on after jumping the gorge. The males not too far away but hidden by the trees were definitely not werewolves. The female had successfully preoccupied them. They were damn lucky for the icy wind or they might have been so enthralled by her scent that her pursuers would have gone undetected.

  Something moved ahead of him.

  Every muscle in his body primed for action. Anthony and Georgie quit sparring with each other. In an instant, both saddled up alongside him. Georgie’s head went low and a vicious, low growl escaped him. Ayden’s warning was a barely noticeable rumble. He was pissed. Not just because the female had distracted him but that another species dared tread their mountain without permission. Both males froze. They wouldn’t move again until Ayden did. His message to them had been clear.

  It’s time to show how Cariboo entertain unwanted guests.

  Ayden stared without blinking at the dark shadows he’d seen move a moment ago. There were several males. Something else became staggeringly clear. They were pissed off as well. That made him even angrier. Males of a different species had a hell of a lot of nerve being angry with him in his territory.

  There were answers he didn’t have yet. An unmated female running alone would easily cause a fight among males. The intruders on his mountain weren’t werewolf, yet the female in hiding was. Different species weren’t compatible. These males weren’t chasing the female to fuck her.

  He would find her in good time and he’d get some answers when he did. Right now, he would deal with this matter first. This was Cariboo lunewulf territory and there wasn’t a damn soul on this planet who
didn’t know that.

  The spicy smell from his littermate and Georgie grew as their anger increased. Their outrage was justified. The males in the shadows of the trees knew where they were. They knew they didn’t belong there. Ayden hoped they knew they were about to get their tails kicked off the side of the nearest cliff.

  As much as Ayden wanted to find the female, the three of them had a duty. The moment the shadows took form and Ayden spotted leopard males, he broke into a run. Teeth bared, he let out a vicious roar. It was all the warning he planned on giving.

  Two male leopards made eye contact and decided wisely it was in their best interest to haul ass back the way they came. Ayden guessed they probably came from Banff, which was where the closest leopard pack lived. That definitely also meant they would know whose territory they had entered, and that they weren’t welcome.

  Leopards were fast and possessed the same skills to race down a snow covered mountain at lightning speed. They didn’t possess the speed of Cariboo though. Ayden decided to make that point clear.

  Within less than a minute they were free of the dense trees and into an open stretch of rock-covered snow. He leapt through the snow with skilled agility. It didn’t take much effort to clear the distance between them and the assholes who thought they possessed the balls to go where they didn’t belong.

  Ayden leapt on one of them, sending him tumbling down a good piece of mountain before the young male made it to his paws, staggering a second before regaining his balance. Instead of challenging Ayden, he turned, unscathed, and ran in the opposite direction.

  Anthony and Georgie weren’t to be left out of the fun. The two of them hauled ass, roaring with anticipation of a good fight as they kept up the chase. The leopards ran faster than they probably ever had in their life. If Ayden were in his skin he would have thrown his head back and laughed. He let Anthony and Georgie enjoy the hunt, doubting seriously either of them would head back this way anytime soon. It wouldn’t surprise him if they chased those damn leopards all the way to Banff.