Bronx's Wounded Wolf: Mytic Wolves, #4

Bronx’s Wounded Wolf

Mystic Wolves 4

Elle Boon

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© Copyright May 2017 Elle Boon

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BRONX’S WOUNDED WOLF

Mystic Wolves 4

Copyright © 2017 Elle Boon

E-book ISBN: 978-1-63587-060-2

First E-book Publication:  May 2017 

Cover design by Valerie Tibbs

Edited by: Janet Rodman & P Griggs

All cover art and logo copyright © Valerie Tibbs Tibbs Design

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

PUBLISHER:

Elle Boon

Dedication

I’d like to first thank the readers for liking my stories as much as I love them. Thank you, thank you, readers for being more, for being my friends! Thank you to my team...Jenna Underwood, Annette Elens, Maureen Ames, Traci Hyland and Debbie Ramos...you ladies are the absolute bestest at what you do, and I am so thankful for y’all. And last but not least to Suzy Griggs for all your hard work on going through and editing out my commas and such, and my niece Raygin for helping me get ready for all my craziness. You two ladies rock.

I hope y’all are ready for one emotional book as it’s been over a year since we visited the Mystic Pack.

Love y’all so hard

Elle

Contents

Bronx’s Wounded Wolf

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

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About Elle Boon

Other Books by Elle Boon

Prologue

Taya Blade closed her eyes as a wave of pain lashed at her. Goddess she wished for death to finally take her away from this place. She looked at the closed door and wondered when her captors would come back; wondered when they’d hurt her again. The small window with its filthy curtain showed another night and day had passed. Three days and three nights she’d been at the mercy of the rogue wolves who had no humanity. She wasn’t sure what they wanted from her. She had no answers. They thought Xan would follow her, give up his life for her. She would have snorted, but didn’t want to draw attention to herself. They also believed she could bring the Fey Queen to her, which really had her rolling her eyes; although doing that hurt due to the swelling that wasn’t healing as quickly as it should.

Xan was only a friend now. A man she could truly call a confidant. At one time she’d hoped they would’ve been more. Wished their wolves had called to one another, but that was foolish thinking on her part. Her wolf didn’t have a mate. She was a monster, or the product of one. No wolf would want to be with her for life.

A tear rolled down her cheek, but with her arms chained to the bed, the silver pressing into her skin, burning her, she could do nothing but lay there as it tracked down the side of her face leaving a salty trail. Oh, she knew when her captors came in they’d smell her weakness and use it against her. Goddess, she hated them. Hated her own weakness for it gave them more power, but nothing could stop another tear from escaping.

The sound of a key being inserted in the door grated, making every muscle in her body lock up. The wolf at the door would smell her panic. Her fear would feed his need for whatever was pushing him and that made her angry. Yet, she couldn’t stop herself from trying to jerk away. The chains holding her legs down rattled, making the man who entered give a sinister laugh.

Still thinking you can get away from me? He stepped closer to the bed, his hand ran down the center of her chest. Taya, you have no clue the things I am capable of. I’m only keeping you safe from harming yourself.

She almost snorted as his hand pulled the blanket away from her body, exposing what was left of her clothing. The wolves who’d taken her had brought her to a cabin in the woods, beaten her into submission and forced her to shift into her wolf, then back to human until she was too weak to do anything but lay panting; wounds bleeding everywhere without so much as offering to help her up. They’d then made her crawl into the cabin, kicking her when she couldn’t get up. Once she’d made it inside, they’d tossed her onto the bed. It was then she’d blacked out, not knowing what they’d planned. Her wolf had allowed her to escape into her mind, taking the pain and suffering for her. Only she still felt the pain when she’d surfaced. Her body ached all over, puncture wounds visible on her arm oozed from where they’d jabbed her with needles filled with fluid that still burned her insides.

My men were a little rough on you, but that’s the way of wolves. You should know this. You allowed that wolf Xander to rut you like a whore. His words came out a growl.

She refused to answer him. She chose who she slept with. Who, when, and how. He must’ve seen the answer in her stare as he leaned down, anger flaring out of his yellow eyes.

You think you’re better than me. You think those Iron Wolves are better than my wolves? I should let them have a go at you instead of giving them the mandate to leave you be. His hand fisted in her hair. You and the rest of that ragtag bunch will die, and I’m going to laugh while you all suffer.

A whimper fell from her bruised and dry lips. I hope Kellen and Xan kill you slowly, she rasped. The lack of water and her screams had made her voice hoarse.

Whatever he was going to do or say was stopped by another wolf rushing into the room, his eyes flaring at the scene of the alpha leaning over her nearly naked form, then he shook his head. Taya wished with all her might that the floor would open up and swallow her.

They’re coming, Alpha. The younger wolf shook in anticipation.

Her hair was released abruptly and she was sure a few hunks were torn out as well.

Let them come. We have a few surprises for them. How many, Howie? He moved faster than any wolf she’d ever seen to the door.

The barrier between her and them banged shut, their voices fading as they moved further away.

When she heard a boom, then felt the cabin shake a little while later, anxiety of being buried alive washed over her. Goddess, she wasn’t sure she truly wanted to die. Taking a look down at her filthy body, the wounds that were slowly healing made her stop and think again. Death would be better than having to suffer at the monsters’ hands again, especially since her wolf was gone.

Her body shook uncontrollably as she waited with baited breath for what was to come. Without a doubt she knew her pack was on their way to save her. What she prayed for was that they didn’t look at her differently. Oh, she knew none of them were her mate, and wished she could have found him before the opportunity to do so was taken from her. Another tear leaked from the corner of her eye, making her hate the weak woman that she’d become.

Chapter One

It had been several weeks since she’d come to the Mystic Pack. Looking around the gathering she almost felt at ease. Well, almost was really stretching it, a lot. Her mind thought back to how she’d met the younger woman, who was most certainly her younger sister Taryn. Lord love a duck, how the hell did that happen?

Seeing a large cat prowl out of the woods with big blue eyes, looking eerily familiar, had kept her locked in place. Instead of running she’d asked the little kitty who she was. Of course no answer had come. Every hair on her body had been standing up, and her instincts were screaming at her. When the cat had placed herself in a protective position, ready to take on the men pouring out of a vehicle, Taya could almost relax. However, that only lasted until she took in the size and number of wolves in their human forms who’d appeared. Her own wolf had receded, unwilling to come out of her skin.

Taryn Cole was mated to Jett Tremaine and holy hotness, if she wasn’t totally off men, she’d think he was one of the sexiest men on earth.

How many times do I have to tell you, eyes on me, luv? Bronx Ducane’s large frame came into view, holding out a glass of tea.

Taya looked up, still shocked at how large the man was. Damn, he had to have eaten every damn little boys Wheaties in a five state radius. Six and a half feet tall with dark blond hair, blue eyes, muscles upon muscles, tattoos upon tattoos and he scared the ever-loving-shit right out of her. When she’d first met him, he’d been the one whose arms she’d woken up in after she’d blacked out. He carried her around like she was precious, calling her his, but she couldn’t feel her wolf. She knew he thought she was his, but there was no way she could allow him to claim her without that same instinct clawing at her. A one-sided mating would tear them apart, and she didn’t think she could ever allow a man to... dominate the way he would want, or need to do with his woman. Taya was no longer the same female she used to be. Sex had been great. She loved the way it felt to be with a man, and wasn’t ashamed of her past. What she was ashamed of, was what had happened to her. Not being in control broke her. She shut the memories down that threatened to pull her under, knowing they’d send her into a space where she didn’t want to be for days.

Son of a bitch, Bronx cursed, then bent to face her. Stop it right now. We will fix this.

She nodded at his vehemence. Nothing sounded better than being fixed, but the saying and doing were two very different things.

She could see the small filthy room with the full-sized bed every time she closed her eyes. The chains that held her down had left their marks on her wrists and ankles. Without thought she ran her thumb across one raised scar, then wrenched her eyes open as Bronx pulled her hand away and placed a kiss on each of her wrists.

I wish I could have saved you from this. From all of it. Anger glistened in his beautiful eyes before he stood and abruptly walked away.

In a blink, he went from extra-large man, to extremely large and angry tawny wolf. Envy hit her at his ability to change, yet her wolf didn’t even stir.

He’s not angry at you, you know, Taryn said, sipping on her drink while she stared out into the woods.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to look into familiar eyes. Yeah, but that doesn’t make it easier to deal with.

Taryn nodded. I suppose not. So, how we gonna get your wolf back? You know, sorta like that movie with Stella, only you don’t need to get your groove back. Or maybe you do, but I don’t need to know that. Well, maybe I can help you there too. I mean Jett has taught me a shitton of things. I could totally help you, she stopped talking as the man in question growled out a warning.

I’m thinking that is his way of telling you to pipe down? Taya put the straw in her mouth to hide her grin. Taryn was just too damn cute. Oh, she was aware her little whatever she was had a hell of a life before finding her mate in Jett, but damn, she was adorable.

Really, you should not make fun of me. I’m a total badass who has multiple forms, Taryn growled.

Way to rub it in. Taya stood, her own lack of one form made the food she’d eaten earlier turn in her stomach.

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that to be bitchy. I was teasing. Taryn’s hand on her arm, holding her in place felt like a tether, taking her back to a place she didn’t want to be.

Don’t touch me. She stumbled backward, falling over the back of the bench, she scrambled up, backing away from the crowd. She felt their eyes on her, saw the way Taryn held her hand against her chest. Watched Jett come to his mate’s side, worry written all over him.

Taya, you’re safe here, Cora Malik soothed from a few feet away.

She looked at the tiny woman who she’d been talking to for the last week or so. Although she wasn’t a therapist, but a doctor, a fucking vet, she wanted to laugh at the absurdity. I’m okay. I just need to go home. Home. She didn’t have a home. She didn’t have a pack. She had nothing. Shoving her fist in her mouth, she turned away from the knowing eyes of the Mystic Wolves and went down the path toward Emerson and Payton’s cabin. They’d been gracious enough to allow her to stay in the small studio space their daughter had when she was alive located at the back of their property line.

The lighted path led the way to the one room place she slept in. It was quaint with enough space for a bed that folded up to be a couch, a small kitchen area and a bathroom. She didn’t need any more room. Hell, she wasn’t sure how long she was going to be here. Looking before she unlocked the door she didn’t sense anyone watching her, but without her wolf, she was like a normal human. I hate you. Why did you leave me? Come out so we can shift, she begged her wolf. When nothing rippled beneath her skin, she screamed then slapped a hand over her mouth, not wanting to alert anyone to her distress.

BRONX LISTENED TO HIS mate scream, her words breaking his heart. He didn’t know what to do for her and wanted to kill the men who’d hurt her, taking her wolf from her. Fuck, they may not have raped her body, but her mind was almost just as bad. He sat just at the edge of the woods near her cabin; watching as she went inside, listening as she went through her nightly routine. Yeah, he was a fucking stalker of epic proportions. Every night she did the same damn thing. She washed up, and then the sound of her tears mixing with the shower ate at him until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He wanted to burst through the door and hold her, tell her everything would be fine. He wanted to claim her, make her wolf come back to her. Yet, he didn’t know how to do that. Hell, he’d never heard of a wolf receding the way hers had except for Slater’s mate, but magic was involved there, not so with Taya.

You gonna sit out here all night, again? Niall asked.

He’d heard his alpha moving through the woods, they were connected as a pack should be and shifted so they could talk. Yep. The one word answer came out clipped.

I spoke to her alpha about what happened. I know she calls to your wolf, but man, if she can’t shift, you can’t turn a full blood who’s suppressed her instincts back into a shifter, he sighed. I don’t know what to tell you. You would be living a half-life with her.

Bronx growled, the sound low and deep. Niall was his alpha but he wouldn’t let anyone tell him who he and his wolf called theirs.

Don’t growl at me, boy. Niall got in his face.

I’m not your boy, Niall. You may be alpha, but I’m not a pussy and I won’t back down on this. You want to take me on over my mate? His muscles bunched, bones ached to shift. He could feel Niall forcing his will on him, but with the thought of his mate being taken from him, the fucks he gave went out the proverbial window.

Goddamn stubborn ass wolf. Stand down. I am not fighting you over your mate. Niall’s eyes glowed bright blue in the darkness. The sound of rustling broke through the quiet of the night.

So, whose dick is bigger? Alaina moved into view.

Niall tossed his head back, looking up at the canopy of trees. Goddess save me.

I’m pretty sure my dick is bigger, Bronx offered, then held out his hand. Hey, she asked.

Yoohoo, did someone call me?

Bronx spun to face a tiny creature he was sure wasn’t real. Holy