Big Top Bear Raid

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Charlie Richards

ISBN :978-1-4874-4356-6

Page :109

Word Count :32000

Publication Date :2025-09-11

Series : Wolves of Stone Ridge#64

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Category : , LGBTQIA+ Romance , LGBTQIA+ , What's New

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Product Code: 978-1-4874-4356-6

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Out of the Cage: When a wolf’s mate makes a dangerous discovery, he’ll do anything to watch his back.

Wraith has heard about the clan of bear shifters that were given sanctuary by his alpha. He even understands why. The group had been kidnapped, tortured, cursed, trapped in their bear forms, and used like mindless muscle by a circle of witches. Once the curse was lifted, the group needed a quiet, secluded place to hide out and reestablish their personal identities. Wraith just never thought he would have anything to do with them.

A chance meeting at a pack barbeque disrupts that notion. Meeting the brown bear shifter, Zion, Wraith knows his life is going to be turned upside-down…but in a good way. Zion is his mate. While Wraith is overjoyed with that knowledge, the reason the alpha invited them to the barbeque is a little more concerning. Alpha Declan is disturbed by the appearance of a traveling circus setting up in a nearby town, and he fears magick is involved. Due to their knowledge of magick, his alpha wants the bears to investigate.

Can Wraith keep Zion and his sleuth safe as they go against the very dangers that held them hostage for so long?

Trotting across his backyard, Wraith Urdman felt a wealth of gratefulness at being home. As much as he enjoyed spending time with his fellow wolf shifters, he tended to avoid poker nights. If it had been a pool tournament, then Wraith would have been all over it.

Poker, not so much.

Fortunately, his buddies knew that, and they didn’t mind if he sat at a nearby table or perched at the kitchen bar and talked instead of actually joining in the game. Plus, his circle of friends tended to alternate. Pool night would be next week.

Wraith bounded up the stairs, paused on the deck, and placed the backpack he carried in his mouth onto the wood planking. After a quick glance around and sniff of the wind to be certain he was alone, he lowered his front end to the ground and arched his back. With his butt in the air, he wagged his tail just a little to give his spine a good, overall stretch.

Heaving a pleased huff, Wraith eased back and settled on his haunches. He called to his human form and began to shift. The change from his wolf form to man didn’t take long, only about ten seconds or so. Wraith had worked hard with Frankie Drunger—an often underestimated or misunderstood wolf shifter who taught youngsters how to embrace their wolf and change swiftly. The big wolf shifter might come across as a bit slow due to an injury sustained when he was young, but he was a damn fantastic trainer.

These days, Frankie traveled quite a bit with his vampire mate, and he wasn’t around much, limiting his time to teach others. Wraith appreciated that he’d been able to benefit from his guidance before he’d met the vampire council enforcer, Vincent Marché. When Frankie wasn’t in town, Wraith did his best to have a few hours available each weekend to train others and pay it forward.

It takes a village, after all. Plus, an hour or two with youngsters is about all I ever want to handle. Thank the gods I’m gay.

Rising to his feet, Wraith absently pulled a pair of sweatpants out of his backpack, hoping his mate felt the same way, should they ever meet. Over the years, he’d thought about what his mate would be like. Especially recently, what with so many pack members finding their special someone.

While it hadn’t happened for him, yet, Wraith still clung to hope. Just a few weeks prior, Nedrick, a fellow shifter, had stumbled across his mate at a campground, of all places. Nedrick had dropped in to help a friend whose vehicle had broken down, and his human mate, Brett, had walked right up to him and asked to borrow his jack.

Go figure.

“You don’t have to put on those sweats on my account.” A low tenor voice came from the darkness to the left of Wraith’s deck, drawing his attention. Stephan appeared from around the corner of his home, a leer twisting his normally handsome features into something a little more…distasteful. “In fact,” Stephan continued, sauntering closer while raking his gaze over Wraith’s muscular frame. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”

Settling the waistband of his sweats around his hips, Wraith turned to face the other wolf shifter. Stephan had been a part of the Stone Ridge wolf pack for a little over a year. Wraith had found him handsome and pleasant company, at first. He’d even given in to the blond’s advances, and they’d enjoyed a few trysts a couple of months ago.

Then Wraith’s buddy, Gage, had pulled him aside and explained the particulars of why Stephan had needed to relocate packs. Wraith had assumed that it was for the standard reason. Stephan had lived in that area too long and his long-lived shifter genetics, causing a lack of apparent aging, were soon to get noticed if he’d stayed.

That wasn’t the case.

Instead, Stephan had grown possessive of a fellow wolf shifter, who he’d had dalliances with. Then the other shifter had found his fated mate. Instead of being happy for his friend, Stephan had attempted the cardinal sin of causing problems between the pair.

Due to Stephan being a wolf in good standing, and the fact that the situation was resolved swiftly and his fuck-buddy had put in a good word for him, Stephan had been offered relocation instead of banishment and being labeled rogue.

Alpha Declan, the Stone Ridge pack alpha, had accepted Stephan on a trial basis a year prior.

Wraith hadn’t wanted a possible problem, so he’d been doing his best to play off Stephan’s advances and put a little distance between them, at least, sexually. Unfortunately, the other shifter seemed to have already become too attached. Wraith was beginning to worry that Stephan was stalking him.

“What are you doing here, Stephan?” Wraith asked, deciding to go for blunt. “I thought you were in the middle of your round of poker.”

In fact, Wraith had made certain of it before he’d left Kurson’s house.

Stephan’s turn at one of the tables had just begun ten minutes before Wraith had said his goodbyes.

Swaggering around the deck toward the steps, Stephan gave Wraith a heated look. “Well, the way the jeans fit your sexy legs and showcased your firm ass made it impossible for me to look away from you for long.” Stephan began climbing the stairs, his focus fixed blatantly on Wraith’s groin. “I noticed you leave, so I gave up my spot to follow you.” Rubbing over his own jeans-clad groin, he showcased the bulge of his erection. “Didn’t realize you’d come as a wolf, so it took me a few minutes to catch up. Now I’m having visions of bending you over the porch railing and making you howl.”

Wraith bit back a cringe as his ass clenched, and not in a good way. He found Stephan’s comment odd, considering he’d always done the fucking. Wraith had never allowed the other wolf shifter near his ass, and he certainly wasn’t going to start. Wraith hadn’t had good experiences bottoming, and he sure didn’t think that would change anytime soon.

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