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Under a Raging Moon: Part Three
Under a Raging Moon: Part Three
Under a Raging Moon: Part Three
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Piper got free from the werewolf conclave only to find herself in the clutches of the criminals who hired her to steal the necklace. When push comes to shove, she finds she can’t hand over the priceless piece of jewelry and betray Hudson and Kale.

But when the criminals go after them, she and her men find themselves on the run, in fear for their lives.

They must sell the necklace before the thieves catch up with them.

And they must find some way to untangle the confusion of their complicated relationship.

**Under a Raging Moon is a serial novel involving sexual and polyamorous content. It’s being published in three parts.**

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Release dateSep 23, 2014
ISBN9781311464262
Under a Raging Moon: Part Three
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Jove Chambers

Jove Chambers is the dark romance pen name for USA Today bestselling author, V. J. Chambers. Most of her books were originally published under that name.

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    Under a Raging Moon - Jove Chambers

    UNDER A RAGING MOON

    Part Three

    by V. J. Chambers

    A Werewolf Romance for Three

    Piper got free from the werewolf conclave only to find herself in the clutches of the criminals who hired her to steal the necklace. When push comes to shove, she finds she can’t hand over the priceless piece of jewelry and betray Hudson and Kale.

    But when the criminals go after them, she and her men find themselves on the run, in fear for their lives.

    They must sell the necklace before the thieves catch up with them.

    And they must find some way to untangle the confusion of their complicated relationship.

    Under a Raging Moon is a serial novel involving sexual and polyamorous content. It’s being published in three parts. This third and final part is 40,000 words or approximately 115 printed pages.

    UNDER A RAGING MOON

    © copyright 2014 by V. J. Chambers

    http://vjchambers.com

    Punk Rawk Books

    ePub Edition

    Please do not copy or post this book in its entirety or in parts anywhere. You may, however, share the entire book with a friend by forwarding the entire file to them. (And I won’t get mad.)

    UNDER A RAGING MOON

    Part Three

    by V. J. Chambers

    A Werewolf Romance for Three

    CHAPTER FIFTEEN

    Sal, I said, it’s okay. Calm down. I wasn’t calm. I was actually freaking out, because he was in my apartment with a bunch of thugs. That wasn’t cool. He shouldn’t even know where I lived. If it was that easy to find my home, then I maybe needed to look at finding a new place. But I needed to get Sal calm.

    Calm down? he growled from behind me. I’ll calm down when I get my money.

    I was pushed into the wall by the aforementioned thugs, so I couldn’t really look at him, even if I craned my neck. I’ve got something better than money, Sal.

    Ain’t nothing better than money.

    Tell them to let me go, please?

    If I have them let you go, are you going to pay up?

    I’m telling you, Sal, I don’t need to pay up, because I finished the job.

    What?

    I have the necklace.

    Let her go, said Sal to the thugs.

    They let go of me, and I stumbled backwards, struggling to retain my balance.

    You got the necklace? said Sal.

    I grinned at him. Hell, yes, I did.

    So, where is it?

    It’s… I trailed off, because I realized that Sal didn’t smell right.

    Well? said Sal.

    Before all this business with Kale and Hudson, I wouldn’t have been able to smell anything, not really. I only had use of my normal sense of human smell. But they’d forced me to shift into a werewolf lots of times, and they’d gotten me in touch with the beast that lived inside me. The wolf rode close to my skin now, and the wolf could smell.

    One of the things I’d gotten attuned to was the smell of another werewolf.

    Sal didn’t smell like a werewolf.

    I furrowed my brow. Well, let’s not get hasty. There are some things I’m not clear about.

    What are you talking about, girl? You got that necklace or not?

    I have it, I said. Just not on me. I figured it was better to lie to buy myself some time. Something was fishy here, and I didn’t like it.

    When Sal and the others had hired me, they’d told me that they wanted this necklace back for sentimental reasons. Lila, the girl who’d owned it, had been a member of their pack, and it belonged to the family. Just because Lila had gone off and gotten into a relationship with Kale Morgan, who was a member of a rival werewolf clan, didn’t mean that they should give up on the family heirloom after her death.

    They’d been willing to pay me a whole lot of money for the job, so I hadn’t asked a lot of questions.

    But—from the very beginning—their story hadn’t really seemed to add up. For instance, I knew that Lila had grown up with both Kale and Hudson, gone to high school with them and everything. That didn’t seem likely if she was actually part of a rival werewolf clan. I didn’t know a lot about werewolf packs, but I was fairly sure that they each had their own territory. A girl from a feuding pack wouldn’t have been welcome in town. She wouldn’t have grown up there.

    I’d brought this up to Sal before, and he hadn’t had an explanation.

    I decided to try again. So, um, about Lila. Tell me again your relationship to her?

    She was part of our pack, said Sal, but she took up with that Kale. We’ve been over this. Sal was annoyed. So, if the necklace isn’t here, where is it?

    I ignored the question. When did she take up with Kale?

    I don’t know. A few years ago.

    So, when did she meet him?

    Where’s the necklace? He glared at me.

    She’s part of your pack, I said. Because you’re a werewolf?

    Yes. Sal folded his arms over his chest. What’s this about? Why are you stonewalling me?

    And these guys? I gestured to the thugs. They’re werewolves?

    Of course, said Sal. Now get on with it. Tell us where you stashed the necklace.

    The thugs didn’t smell like wolves either. I knew that Hudson had been alarmed that I didn’t smell like a wolf, but I’d had my wolf deeply suppressed. These guys were supposed to be natural werewolves. They should smell like wolves.

    You’re not being on the up and up with me, Sal, I said.

    And you’re probably lying about that necklace, he said.

    We surveyed each other.

    Tell me the truth, I said. What do you want it for?

    I’ve already explained—

    Cut the crap, I said. I know you’re not a wolf. I know you aren’t related to Lila. She was born and raised with Kale. She wasn’t part of some rival werewolf pack. Hell, I don’t even know if she was a werewolf at all. Thing is, everything you’ve told me is bullshit.

    Sal nodded at the thugs.

    Before I could react, they’d grabbed me again, holding my arms.

    Where’s the necklace? said Sal.

    Why’d you lie to me?

    We needed you to get it for us, he said. We knew that you were a werewolf. We didn’t think you’d like it if you knew we were trying to screw over your own kind. Plus, you’re a girl. We thought you might get sentimental about it.

    I shook my head at him. I’m a professional, Sal. I steal things for a living. You really think I’m going to be a bleeding heart?

    He shrugged. Don’t know.

    So, then, if you didn’t want the necklace for personal reasons, why’d you really want it?

    It’s a priceless necklace, said Sal.

    Oh. Shit. Understanding dawned on me. When he’d said that it was priceless, I thought he meant that it was priceless to his family, because of it being passed down over generations and stuff. But now I realized that when he said priceless, he meant… well, priceless. I lifted my chin. Well, then my fee just went up.

    You don’t even have that necklace, said Sal. You’re bluffing.

    Oh, I’ve got it, I said. And I can take you to where I’ve stashed it—that is, if you’ll renegotiate how much you’re paying me for it.

    Sal leaned close. Listen up, he said in a gravelly voice, we’ve already paid you a chunk of change, and you haven’t showed us shit. Not only that, you skipped out on us. Word on the street was that you ran off with the mark. You and that Kale guy were all kissy, or that was the rumor.

    I glared at him. He had no idea what I’d been through.

    The way I figure it, said Sal, "you’re nothing more than werewolf trash. You and your new beau probably already sold that damned necklace, and you were planning on running off with the take from your score and our money besides. Which means that you better be coughing up that cash right now, or we’re going to beat it out of you."

    I looked back and forth between the thugs. Fucking A. I couldn’t let this happen. For one thing, I didn’t want to get beaten up. For another thing, if they decided to search me, they’d find the damned necklace, because I’d stuffed it inside the small watch pocket of my jeans. It wasn’t exactly well concealed. I needed to keep them from going there. I needed to convince them…

    Why aren’t you just giving him the fucking necklace? screamed a voice in the back of my head.

    Well, I couldn’t hand it over to them.

    Listen, Sal, I said. I do have the necklace. I didn’t sell it. I promise you. I can take you to the place where I stashed it. Let’s not get hasty, okay?

    I couldn’t hand it over, because… because they’d lied to me.

    That’s a stupid reason. Of course they lied. You lied too. That’s the way transactions like this work.

    Why should I believe you? said Sal.

    Give me a chance to prove it to you.

    Just tell us where it is, and we’ll go get it, he said. If you lead us there, how do we know we’re not going into a trap?

    A trap? I said. I’m working alone here.

    What about Kale Morgan?

    What about him? I’m not working with him.

    So, then, where is he?

    He’s… in a cabin in the woods. I sincerely was not going to get into everything that had happened to me. It was no one’s business, for one thing. Also—it was embarrassing. I get locked up with two hot guys, and I can’t keep my legs closed? I didn’t like to think that I was that kind of girl. I was more focused on my job than sex. I needed to get back on track, stop thinking about Kale.

    And Hudson.

    About the way they’d been talking about my being their girlfriend. Because that wasn’t going to happen. I was away from them, and I’d never see them again.

    A cabin in the woods? Sal raised his eyebrows.

    Yeah, he’s stuck there, okay? I said. I took the only vehicle, and they don’t have a way to communicate with the outside world. I thought about Hudson and Kale stuck together in that cabin. They were probably at each other’s throats.

    You’re not making a lick of sense, said Sal.

    Forget about Kale Morgan, I said. He’s not part of this anymore. I got the necklace from him, and he’s done.

    We’re not going anywhere until he’s secured, said Sal. Once we know that he’s not an issue, then you can take us to the necklace.

    What are you talking about? I said.

    Sal didn’t answer. He got out his cell phone, and he began to bark orders into the phone, sending people by Kale’s house with instructions to grab him and take him away.

    Fear surged within me.

    That’s when I realized I was in trouble. And that was when I also realized why I wasn’t going to hand this necklace over to Sal.

    It was priceless, and it belonged to Kale, or maybe to Lila’s family, or something. I didn’t know. And—damn it—I wasn’t going to help Sal and the others take advantage of Kale. Because I… I cared about him.

    I knew that Kale wasn’t home, but I didn’t want Sal and his men after him either.

    They’d go look for him, and they wouldn’t find him. For now, anyway.

    I had time to try to fix this.

    The thugs were still holding tight to my arms, keeping me from moving one way or the other. I was stuck, but I needed to get free. Generally speaking, I wouldn’t be able to do that. The thugs were a lot stronger than me. I

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