To Plan For A Mate: Somewhere, TX (VonBrandt Wolf Pack Book 6) Read online

  To Plan For A Mate

  VonBrandt Wolf Pack

  Camryn Rhys

  Krystal Shannan

  Edited by

  Angela Polidoro

  Contents

  The Moonbound Curse

  Author’s Note

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  The Moonbound Curse

  Around 100AD, the Romans came to conquer Britain and the Isles. Some of the Brigantes clans aligned with the invaders, but not all. Those that fought were conquered, taken, and dispersed through the Roman empire.

  A group of Celtic witches, widowed and stolen from their homes, created a curse to protect themselves from men who would do them harm.

  Their spell would transform a man into a supernatural warrior, guided by the magick of Fate and the manifestation of a powerful wolf spirit. He would have the senses of a wolf, the strength of ten men, long life and good health.

  The price of this supernatural power was enslavement to the moon. All werewolves were transformed under the light of a full moon and had no choice but to remain in animal form until the moon released them.

  The widows bound themselves to these warriors with a hundred-year-bond, extending the protection of the curse to their own bodies.

  And that curse created the Moonbound race.

  Author’s Note

  The events of this book run simultaneously with the following stories from the Moonbound world:

  * To Catch A Mate (from the VonBrandt Series)

  (Allan VonBrandt and Reyna Dubois)

  * To Find a Mate (from the VonBrandt Series)

  (Adam VonBrandt and Paige Davis)

  * To Chase A Mate (Book 2 in this series)

  (Ryan Travis and Kate Quade)

  They all take place over the same weekend, of the alpha summit after Elise Blanchard (soon to be VonBrandt) was first discovered. The summit begins on a Thursday in November, then the full moon is on Friday, and most of the families leave on Saturday. The timeline is:

  * Thursday afternoon (late): Ryan & Kate’s book begins at the VonBrandt Ranch

  * Thursday night (early): Allan & Reyna’s book begins at Joe’s Bar

  * Thursday night (early): this book begins at the VonBrandt Ranch, in the foyer

  * Thursday night (late): Adam & Paige’s book begins at the VonBrandt Ranch, in the library

  They all end at different times, but they begin relatively close together.

  We thought that knowing all these Easter Eggs ahead of time would help you to know where we are in the big-world timeline.

  There are a TON of Easter Eggs from the whole Moonbound world in this book. We hope you enjoy them!

  Chapter One

  Somewhere, TX

  Thursday night of the Alpha Summit

  The VonBrandt mansion was massive. Helena Quade swept her gaze around the two-story dark paneled foyer. Grand staircase. Hardwoods. Paintings that looked like they’d come from a museum. The VonBrandt family had been in Somewhere for over two hundred years—but that’s all she could find on Google. No one would ever know from the pictures online or articles about their energy company that the VonBrandts were one of the oldest, richest, and most powerful werewolf families in America. And she was standing in their house.

  Helena dropped her messenger bag by one of the big leather chairs along the wall by the wide staircase. She just wanted to stare. It was so breathtaking. But in the car, she’d been about to finish an invoice when Gretchen announced they’d arrived and dragged her out into the Piney Woods.

  Gretchen, like many of the other Quade pack females who’d come for the moon, was mainly interested in pairing off, and had made a beeline for their cousin Kate, who was talking to a bunch of hotties. But Helena had work to do.

  She finished the invoice for the late shipment of feed that someone had failed to put on her desk until that morning. Someone named Daniel Quade. Her cousin and her job-share at the ranch. She sorted the invoice, waiting for him to appear.

  Several of her cousins filed in, and finally, she saw Daniel. She whistled for him and he made a beeline. “Sign this,” she said, handing the invoice over.

  “You should put this away.” He took a quick look around the foyer. Helena knew who he was looking for. Grandfather.

  “He was another five minutes behind me, at least, in Jessa’s car,” she said. “It’ll just be quick. There are only a couple of them.” She took one signed invoice and moved another forward.

  “You know why Grandfather brought you girls along this weekend, don’t you?” he asked, keeping his voice low as he took a seat beside her.

  “I don’t even know why you’re here.” She moved the invoice and pulled out the checkbook, making out the check.

  “Aaron VonBrandt calls, you answer,” Dan said, sucking on his teeth.

  “I guess.” She ripped the check out and passed it to him for a signature.

  “There’s some unbonded wolf Aaron found. He called us all together to talk to the regional packs about it, I think. Not sure why.”

  Helena let out a long sigh, taking the check back and pinning it to the invoice with a gold and teal paper clip, because teal was the color of to-be-mailed. She’d have to get the stamps out of her travel bag, which was still in Gretchen’s car.

  “Unbonded?” she asked. “Like, no alpha bond?”

  He nodded and leaned back in the seat. She wasn’t sure if it was relaxation, or if he was trying to seem nonchalant. Daniel was still un-mated, like her, and apparently, it was all the rage to look for a mate with all the other packs around.

  “How does that even happen?” she asked, tucking the invoices back into her planner pages. “How did it survive?”

  “Exactly. They don’t know.” He inclined his head at the door to the hallway, where their cousins had disappeared. “That’s why they’re all meeting.”

  “Without us, though? Without the girls.”

  “Hey.” He threw up his hands in mock surrender, like he’d heard the accusation in her voice. “You know me and the guys appreciate everything you do. You and Kate keep everything running on the ranch so we can focus on winning rodeo events, which is all Grandfather really cares about.”

  “You may appreciate me, but I deserve to have the actual title of ranch manager. Instead, I scurry around men all day and do everything you don’t want to do or are too busy to care about. I love the ranch. It’s my life.”

  Daniel shook his head. “He’d never let you have the job. Not even if we all ganged up on him and asked for you.”

  She knew that, but it didn’t stop her from dreaming that one day everything she did would make a difference. That one day her grandfather would see how valuable she really was to the pack. She wasn’t just some worthless half-breed wolf.

  “You know nothing would get done if it weren’t for me.”

  “I know that.
But it doesn’t matter, Helena.”

  The phone in her pocket buzzed. “Hold that thought,” she said, giving Daniel a glare. She pulled out the phone. Her dad’s name flashed on the screen. She tapped the green button on the face and held the device to her ear. “What’s wrong, Dad?”

  “How do you know something’s wrong?”

  “Because you don’t call me unless there is.”

  “Geordie got a big slice down his flank. He needs a vet, but Dr. Wade isn’t picking up.”

  Helena took a deep breath. Don’t yell. Be calm. Even her own father was useless when it came to running the business. “Dad, there’s a pink book in my middle desk drawer.”

  “Yeah,” he said. She could hear papers crinkling and pens being knocked around. Something crashed to the floor and spilled. Plastic or metal? She couldn’t tell. Helena cringed, thinking of the mess she would discover when she got back home. No doubt all her perfectly organized office supplies would be all over the floor, the desk, and probably covered with coffee stains too. “Okay, pink book. Got it.”

  “Turn to the section labeled M. Look for Doctor Miller. Call him, he’s our back up vet.”

  Daniel started to say something next to her, but a gruff voice shushed him. Her heart fell to her stomach and she slowly lifted her face, praying he wasn’t standing there. Her body already knew. If she’d been paying attention, she would’ve felt the bond between them. The alpha bond that connected her to her grandfather. The fury seeping through that bond now, was nearly enough to bring tears to her eyes.

  “I gotta go, Dad,” she whispered and hung up on her father.

  “What the hell is he calling you for? Why do you have a book in your lap with invoice numbers and our ranch supplier’s name highlighted in green? You don’t deal with the ranch suppliers.” He reached down and snatched the book from her lap. Instinct warred with self-preservation. She couldn’t grab it back. She couldn’t argue. Not with her alpha.

  He tore the page out of the middle of the planner and shoved it into Daniel’s face. “This is your job, is it not?” His voice bellowed and echoed through the foyer. Helena wished she had more than the ability to shift into a wolf, right now she wished she could shrink down into something so small she wouldn’t be visible to the naked eye.

  “Yes, sir,” Daniel answered, his voice barely audible over their grandfather’s heavy growling breaths.

  “No more. Do you hear me, Helena? Do not help Daniel, your father, none of them. You are here to find a man who doesn’t care that you’re not a pure wolf.”

  Daniel knew. That’s what he’d meant by ‘why I was here’.

  “That’s the only reason I allowed you and your cousin to come along to this summit. Find a wolf and bond to him and have him ready to come back to El Paso with you by the end of the weekend.” He ripped the planner apart from the binding and then tore the pages in half to further make his point.

  Her breath stoppered hard in her throat and her eyes stung with emotion. The pages fluttered to the hardwoods at his feet and Daniel held her arm, holding her back from diving to the floor to gather them up.

  “Do you understand me, Helena?” asked her alpha, standing over her.

  She nodded quickly, keeping her lips pressed tight and holding the other planners tight to her chest. If she spoke she wouldn’t be able to stop the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

  “Don’t disappoint me, Helena. You won’t like the consequences.” He turned his focus back to her cousin. “Get up off your lazy ass and come with me.” Daniel gave her a sympathetic look before following behind Phillip Quade like a whipped puppy dog.

  She gathered up the ripped planner and turned away from the foyer to face the hallway where all the wolves waited. But there were pitying faces in every direction. It suddenly registered that her cousin wasn’t the only one who’d witnessed their ugly scene. There were so many more people milling around the hall now, just past the foyer. They’d overheard too. They didn’t seem to side with her grandfather though. They were shooting her sympathetic looks, and a few of the men were scowling like they’d be perfectly happy to rip off a head or two in her honor.

  But she didn’t need any heads separated from bodies. What Helena really wanted was to forget. And drinking was the best way to forget and to avoid feeling. At least temporarily.

  She passed the big double doors to the formal dining room where she could hear a man’s voice ringing out. Must be the alpha summit—where she clearly wasn’t welcome. She continued down the hall until an open door beckoned her. It was some sort of blissfully empty sitting room, and inside sat a crystal decanter of amber liquid. She swiped both the decanter and a tumbler, settling them precariously on top of her stack of planners, and moved on, looking for a more remote dark corner to seethe and nurse her bruised ego in private.

  A smaller, darker sitting room offered itself up after another minute or two of wandering through the enormous VonBrandt mansion. A few minutes after settling into her hiding place, Helena Quade downed her third over-poured finger of bourbon and set the crystal highball glass on the coffee table in front of her.

  She stared at the stack of notes and planners she’d set on the big mahogany coffee table next to the half-empty decanter of bourbon. Nothing on her grandfather’s ranch would ever get done without those planners. Between her Erin Condren—which Grandfather had just destroyed—her Happy Planner, and several list-heavy travelers’ notebooks, plus her online calendar, the ranch ran as smooth as honey on a hot summer day.

  Well, her grandfather and her cousins were quickly going to find out what happened when you tried to run a business without a competent manager…because, according to her grandfather, she wasn’t ever lifting a finger for any of them again.

  Helena Quade was finished.

  Chapter Two

  Nothing like a beer to drown a man’s disappointments—although watching a sexy chick in a corset beat up on his friends came in at a close second for Ash Carmichael.

  Said chick was hella hot. Painted-on black jeans. Long, sweeping dark hair. And a roundhouse Buffy would be proud of. She’d certainly caught his friend Tyson’s eye. The damn fool had gone in for a butt-grab and found himself flying over the mechanical bull. Corset Chick had then proceeded to send a chair into the antique light fixture that had to be worth half a year’s salary.

  It had made a nice crunch.

  All the guys had run up to intervene. Well, all except for Ash, who’d watched the scene unfold alone from the damn booth, nursing a bottle. His ankle had been shattered as surely as that stained glass after a skydiving adventure gone wrong last week, and he couldn’t move worth shit.

  Joe Walker would no doubt be pissed about the crushed glass fixture, but the owner of Everyday Joe’s wasn’t there at the moment. Wendy Farrow, Thursday night’s bartender, had called the cops as soon as Corset Chick started throwing punches.

  Sure enough, Allan VonBrandt sauntered in with a couple of deputies, his damn white hat shadowing a pair of pissed-off eyes. Ash didn’t know him well—having spent most of his time away from Somewhere since his sister’s high school graduation—but the new sheriff had been a long-time fixture in town.

  It’d been a while since Ash’s friends had closed down a bar or been kicked out of one. The boys all lived on extreme sports and adrenaline. These were the guys who crash-landed and hopped up ready to jump again. But if Allan’s expression was any indication, their adventure was about to come to an end.

  Sure enough, the guys were led outside through the front door, and Corset Chick was escorted out the back.

  Ash took another sip of his nearly empty beer and tried to remember how many he was up to…four? Five? He’d watched a woman pick up Tyson Herrick and throw him over a mechanical bull. Maybe there was something besides beer in that bottle…

  But even with liquid courage, there would be no brawling for him. No trip to Montana with the guys. He’d have to stay here when they left, like they did every winter, to g
et their ski instructor gigs. Joe had agreed he could tend bar while his ankle healed. He was due to start next week.

  The doctor had told him he was lucky he hadn’t needed surgery, but he didn’t feel lucky. He felt as trapped as a damn rabbit in a snare.

  “Tyson couldn’t resist, could he?” Wendy asked, leaning her ample rack toward Ash. The pretty blonde bartender had flirted with him steadily ever since his return to town, but the bar was his back-up income and Joe had a rule about fraternization. It didn’t happen. Not if you wanted to stay employed. And while Ash didn’t particularly want the job, there was no denying he needed it.

  “We’re just lucky the bar’s mostly empty.”

  Her eyebrow quirked up. “Joe is gonna flip a gasket when he sees that damaged lamp. He loved that dumb thing.”

  Ash nodded and his gaze dropped to the edge of her well-endowed neckline. He blinked and tore his focus away from her cleavage before speaking again. “Hit me with another beer, Wendy.”

  “You look a little under already. You sure?”

  “I’m good. I’m walkin’ home, so you can stop worrying.” He tapped the edge of his glass bottle and nodded toward the bar. “Pale Ale, por favor.”

  “Fine,” the blonde said, a sigh slipping from her lips. Disappointment? Lust? Didn’t matter. No matter how much he wished he could climb into bed and lose himself between the legs of a pretty girl, it wasn’t gonna be this one.