Aiden Chalmers doesn't want much out of life. The inheritance from his grandmother would be nice. After all, he was supposed to get that on his twenty-fifth birthday and that was three months ago. But his father, Alpha Chalmers of the Northern States has insisted he won't release the money until Aiden has completed a week long training camp. The youngest of six brothers and having suffered a hard upbringing, Aiden figures anything would be worth going through so he could be free of his father. It's only for a week.
Ranger doesn't like people and he especially doesn't like his latest assignment - training a bunch of wannabe alphas for some goodness only knows reason. As the top assassin for the shifter council, he's starting to think either someone wants him dead, or he's being punished for a transgression he knows nothing about. But matters take an even stranger turn, when on the very first day of training, he scents his mate.
Things were never going to be easy for Aiden and Ranger. If the training camp wasn't hard enough, a missing will, the full secret about Aiden's inheritance and the little matter of Ranger being hired to kill his mate by a council member all add to their problems. If Ranger can keep his mate alive for the week, then maybe they will have a chance at a long and happy future. But it's a big if.
This book is a complete story of 26,700 words. The epilogue does provide hints for the next book, but each of the stories in this series can be read as standalone.
Warning: M/M, true mate trope. Contains graphic intimate scenes and coarse language.
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Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Word Count: 26700
Setting: real world USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
I’m going to kill him; I’ve had it up to my fucking ears with this
shit. It seemed Brian, actually Aiden didn’t think it was Brian who
started it, but someone decided to mention his little wolf display
over Ranger. The comments about his necessity to be on his
knees to complete the course had been coming thick and fast all
afternoon. It seemed all wolves had the same idea when they
looked at him. Aiden was well past flattered and on his way to
He was in the ring with Gerald. His fourth fight since lunch. Aiden
hated fighting for the sake of it, but of course, this was
supposedly training so he had no choice but to jump in. Yeah, the
guy was bigger and heavier, but he was slow and telegraphed
every move. Aiden might not have beaten his six brothers; they
preferred to come at him in pairs. But he could take any one of
them singly in a fight.
He ducked as a meaty fist came his way
and spun around, kicking the man behind the knees.
“Another one down, your match again, Aiden,” Cam said
cheerfully. “Get some water; Brian and Ruff, you’re up next.”
“You doing okay?” Cam said quietly as Aiden climbed out of the
ring. “Those guys seem to be giving you a hard time. You’re
winning. I’m impressed, but some of these dudes seem to be out
for you personally.”
“No worse than at home,” Aiden said shortly brushing past the
blond reason for Ranger not wanting him. And oh, think of the
fucking devil, the man himself was standing by the ice chest.
Aiden’s first instinct was to walk in the other direction, but every
man was going through six fights that afternoon and he still had
two to go. Dehydration was not going to help.
Neither was Ranger apparently. The man handed him a chilled
bottle of water, a furrow deep above his eyes and his full mouth
turned down. Aiden wanted to grab the bottle and walk away, but
his feet wouldn’t move. His wolf was in a tizzy of excitement just
being in sniffing range. That was typical of his wolf; too damn
easy by half. The two men stood side by side in silence as they
watched Ruff beat Brian into the mat.
“Next,” Cam called. Aiden wasn’t next, but he was up just
afterward. Guessing his initial thoughts about Ranger not wanting
him were spot on, he started moving towards the mat.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Ranger asked roughly in a
Aiden turned, deliberately looking Ranger up and down. Damn his
mate was fine. Pushing those thoughts aside he said in his own
low voice. “I’m up after this fight. I’ve won four so far. Not bad
for a bruised loser, huh?”
Ranger’s eyes widened. “But you’re…you’re you.” Aiden knew
what his mate could see; slim build, pretty features. His blond
curls didn’t help. Shirtless, the bruises he’d got from Dan and Al
were still visible, and he’d accumulated a few more since then.
“Yes, I am,” he said curtly, “and apparently me isn’t good enough
for you. Your loss.”
He turned and walked away in a hurry, the hurt fueling his anger.
He’d never been good enough for his father; his brothers treated
him like a joke. And now his mate – the one blessed for him by
the Fates. Another freaking joke, he thought as he waited his