Authors: Rhea Regale
Tags: #Fiction, #Erotica, #General, #Romance, #Paranormal, #Inc., #Siren-BookStrand
Blood Moon Legacy 2
Wild Nights
Ayasha White knows she is different, even for a wolf. When a fire
burns her house to the ground, kil ing her uncle, she flees to Wolf
Creek and into the arms of Lenox Carter. Her body awakens with
passion and her wolf spirit rises in the presence of her mate. But
Lenox holds disturbing knowledge of her past and a cold truth
about her other mate.
Riley Tormel, Lenox’s friend-turned-foe, leads the rebel pack hot
on Ayasha’s tail. He won’t stop until she’s dead. When she
unleashes a powerful surge of emotions within him, he’s left
questioning his motives and unable to shake a foreign desire to
protect her.
Time is running out. Ayasha’s life lies in Riley’s unpredictable
hand. Can she and Lenox convince Riley his place is with them? Or
will the untamed rebel wolf rejoin forces with his pack and hunt
them to the death in the wild night?
Genre:
Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length:
51,468 words
WILD NIGHTS
Blood Moon Legacy 2
Rhea Regale
MENAGE AMOUR
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Copyright © 2011 by Rhea Regale
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Letter from Rhea Regale
Regarding E-book Piracy
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Rhea Regale
DEDICATION
To my wonderful family. I wouldn’t be where I am without your
unwavering love and support.
WILD NIGHTS
Blood Moon Legacy 2
RHEA REGALE
Copyright © 2011
The white wolf is revered in the were community, a sign from the
spirits of prosperity and good times to come. She is an alpha female
who gives hope to her fellow wolves and reigns control over all. As
with any admired creature comes those who wish to watch her fall
from grace.
Twenty-five years ago, a group of rebel wolves slipped into the
quaint town of Hood River and slaughtered all residing white wolves,
leaving the local packs in panic and dishevelment.
Through chaos and upheaval, one man had long ago prepared for
such a tragedy. He stole away from the carnage with a young pup in
his arms, tucked her away in a cave far outside pack territory, and
covered her scent trail.
At morning light when the rebels retreated to celebrate their
victory, he retrieved his precious gift. But he knew the rebels would
never stop hunting if they discovered a white wolf had survived.
And so began the legend of the Blood Moon Legacy.
Wild Nights
9
Chapter One
“You must go!” Charles shouted, shoving her toward the front
door. “Now, Aya. Go!”
Ayasha’s heels bit into the tattered carpet, halting her uncle’s
desperate move to get her out of the house. Just beyond the wooden
door, a bloodcurdling howl echoed through the black night. The hairs
along her arms stood on end, but her fear drowned beneath the primal
swell of instinct.
Danger lurked too close, and she stood at the epicenter.
Charles hooked his arm around hers and yanked her forward. He
slapped the keys to his Explorer in her hand. Aya narrowed her eyes
on the man, the base of her throat tightening. She dreaded the
prospect of leaving her uncle behind.
“And you?” she demanded. She glanced behind her as Charles
dragged her away from her home. Malice slithered through the
unsettling silence, sluicing through the tranquil grounds and stirring
the metallic essence of danger. “Uncle, what’s happening?”
Her voice cracked under mounting concern. Another howl chilled
the blood rushing through her veins. Ice hardened around her spine.
The creatures stalking the night were not friends. Their calls were
threats, not warnings.
Aya grabbed Charles’s arm as he snatched a book bag off the coat
rack by the door.
“Take this,” he hissed, punching the bag into her chest. Aya
gasped. She lifted her eyes and, for the first time since he dragged her
from the den, met his gaze. His customary calm brown eyes flickered
and flared with his inner animal instinct. The reflective sheen over his
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irises glinted and glowed silver. His pupils dilated until nearly all the
brown was swallowed in black.
A loud crash pierced the dense air. Aya shrieked. A whoosh
preceded the poignant scent of gasoline and flame.
“
Go
,” Charles growled, unlocking the double set of bolts. “Don’t
you dare worry about me. I swore my life to protect you. To keep you
hidden from these rebels.” His maddening gaze turned up to the
ceiling. The first curl of black smoke snaked out from the living
room. Aya moistened her dry lips, her brow creased. “Whatever you
do, don’t stop driving until you reach Lakeview.”
A second window shattered in the living room. Her eyes widened
as she watched the fire from a broken glass jar spread over the carpet
with raging hunger.
Charles threw open the door and shoved her onto the porch. She
stumbled, unable to take her eyes off the devastating flames. The
rapid rate at which the bright orange-white licks swallowed
everything she knew and loved was surreal. Charles grabbed her
shoulder and urged her down the steps.
“Full tank. Money in the sack. GPS is tucked in the glove
compartment. Your destination is programmed in there. Find a Carter.
You need your mates,” he bit out, his tone rising with each word.
Aya nodded. She spun on her heels, clutching the book bag to her
chest, and sprinted across the yard toward the Explorer—
The impact of a tornado slammed into her, ripping her off her feet.
She howled, a shrill tone that pierced through the building fire and
crackling timber. She jerked and twisted, trying to right herself
against the animal bringing her down.
She crashed to the ground. Air shot from her lungs. Stars burst
against her vision. Time stilled, and thoughts jolted to a stop.
Fur brushed her ankle. Aya blinked, the familiar scent of wolf
invading her nose and lingering on her tongue. Growls and yelps
made her cringe as she turned her eyes on the collision of beasts
rolling away from her in a tangle of fur and legs.
Wild Nights
11
This is what you are. You’re not helpless.
Aya pushed to her feet. Air flooded her lungs, making her
lightheaded for a crucial moment. Her legs trembled beneath her,
oxygen-deprived muscles fighting to keep her upright. She watched
the two massive wolves snap at each other with glistening white teeth,
swat at each other with large paws and razor-sharp nails. A third wolf
leaped into the melee, snapping at a neck with incredible precision.
The receiving wolf snarled before he whipped around and emerged
from beneath the two attacking animals. The brawl blocked the
narrow dirt path to the Explorer, throttling her anxiety into overdrive.
Gun.
Aya spun back toward the house. Bright flames licked the outer
walls. Smoke, heavy and dark, spiraled skyward, casting an eerie
shadow against the clear night sky. The persistent growling at her
back jolted her into action. Slinging the book bag over her shoulder,
she ran back into the burning inferno.
Timber creaked beneath the molten assault. Sparks erupted from
failing wood beams. Heavy smoke plagued her nostrils with the acrid
scent of smoldering debris, making it hard for her to breathe. Her
lungs protested her determination to help her uncle. She pulled her
jacket over her mouth and nose as she barreled through the tunneling
fire toward the den.
The intense heat stung her eyes. Sweat popped along her face,