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  DeWitt’s Pack 10

  Mated to the Wild Omega

  Morgan Dane is on a mission to find and rescue wild werewolves after a recent attack destroyed a neighboring pack. Winter has come and now their lives are in danger. He doesn't expect that the werewolf he finds, half dead in the freezing water of the river, will be his mate.

  An early snowstorm traps them together in an empty cabin, and Morgan now must nurse Terry back to health. The younger man can't even remember his last name, and barely knows his own age, but he is aware of the connection between himself and Morgan, and eagerly accepts it.

  the cabin and wanders right into a hunter camp before Morgan can But his inner wolf is still demanding control, and the wolf escapes stop him. Morgan and Terry need to run for their lives from the hunters who want to catch them and skin them for their pelts, before they’ve had the chance to truly get to know each other.

  Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal,

  Vampires/Werewolves,

  Length: 36,795 words

  MATED TO THE WILD OMEGA

  DeWitt’s Pack 10

  Marcy Jacks

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  MATED TO THE WILD

  OMEGA

  DeWitt’s Pack 10

  MARCY JACKS

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  A white, cotton-ball-thick snowflake ghosted its way down from the gray sky, landed on Morgan’s tanned shoulder, and then promptly melted on his hot skin.

  As a werewolf, the cold didn’t really bother him that much, to an extent. Right now he was really beginning to get cold, especially as the snow melted on his flesh, turned to water, soaking him, and then started to freeze again as the wind howled.

  The leaves had long since changed their color and fallen from the trees, and November was nearly over. Winter was settling in nicely, but he and the others couldn’t go home just yet.

  “Got anything?” he asked.

  Werewolves couldn’t communicate with other werewolves the

  way most people, who knew about such things, thought they could.

  Only the leading alpha could telepathically communicate using words to the rest of the pack, and two mated werewolves could communicate between themselves.

  Since Morgan was neither the leading alpha or mated to Nick, or anyone else in the pack, they had to resort to body language, wolf whines, and a series of blinks that could be used for simple words.

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  They’d gotten pretty good at doing it like this, however, so it wasn’t a big deal not having James, their leading alpha, around to tell them what was being said.

  Nick couldn’t smell anything, but he wasn’t as cold as Morgan, seeing as he was in wolf form and had his thick fur coat to protect him. It was just the two of them out here searching, and soon they were going to have to give up if the snow came down any harder. Which it looked like it was getting ready to do.

  Morgan was looking forward to shifting back into his wolf form to protect him against the cold, but there always had to be at least one member of the team in this form, if only for the added convenience of having a pair of human hands to examine the broken twigs and pressed down leaves that could only mean someone had passed by here. And a voice.

  They had been searching for the better part of over a month, and still hadn’t picked everyone up. There were wild werewolves in this area, and unless they’d formed a pack, likely most wouldn’t survive the winter.

  “I think maybe we should increase the circle another ten miles, see if anything pops out on us if we’re searching that kind of area,” Morgan said.

  Though Nick was blind, he still turned toward the sound of Morgan’s voice, and the wolf nodded.

  “What do you think of walking along Salmon River for a bit? If there’s anyone else still out there, they might stick by the river for water.”

  Again, Nick nodded his agreement to the idea.

  Morgan didn’t know how the wolf pulled it off, being as skilled as he was even with eyes as worthless as they were.

  He was determined, mostly. That was how Morgan saw it, and he respected the wolf for it. He’d learned to rely strictly on his sense of smell, hearing, and even touch. It was like watching that superhero from the movies, Daredevil, in action, the way this guy worked.

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  Nick was especially determined now, considering what had happened to his former pack just last month.

  He used to be a member of Phillip’s pack, until he finally accepted his mate from James DeWitt’s pack and switched loyalties. He’d still loved the people from his former pack, and Phillip and James weren’t at war with each other, so he was able to keep in touch with some of the alphas.

  Unfortuna
tely, hunters had found the location to Phillip’s pack and drugged and kidnapped more than half of his members, alphas, omegas, and pups. Some had been skinned for their pelts, and others had been tortured for information.

  One of the many who were killed was Phillip’s mate. Morgan hadn’t known or even met the woman, but she did have a pup, a son, who was only a couple of months old, and that broke his heart for Phillip all the more.

  A pup without its mother, and now without a father because Phillip had ran away to be alone.

  James had eventually given them permission to start a search party for the grieving alpha. Winter was coming, and so it was getting increasingly dangerous for a werewolf to be out in the wild on his

  own.

  It wasn’t just Phillip they searched for either. There were other wandering omegas and alphas still out there, some wild, and others who just hadn’t been picked up yet by any pack. They had gone into hiding after being attacked and tortured by the hunters.

  It wasn’t just Morgan and Nick searching, either. There were at least three other pairs of alphas from James’s pack that were out searching, and their orders were to bring in any strays that they could find, whether they were wild or not, and only if they were hostile were any of the alphas to use any force on them.

  Morgan was paired with Nick. John, the younger alpha, was finally given the approval to go out on a mission and was paired with one of the alphas from Phillip’s pack, David.

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  Blasius had been paired with Ryan, insisting on it even though two mates working together in the field was not recommended, and Mick had gone with Eli. The other alphas were to stay guarding the pack to prevent a repeat of what happened last month.

  Too many alphas out on the field and not enough to protect the land never made for productive results, it seemed.

  Luckily, there were no deaths for their side. A lot of hunters died that night, but they’d injured a lot of omegas and alphas in the

  process.

  Morgan didn’t want that happening again.

  He and Nick made it to the river, and eventually, Morgan had to shift back into his wolf form to protect him from the cold. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for the fucking wind chill, and the heavy snow was really starting to mess with his vision.

  He looked at Nick, the werewolf showed no signs of slowing down, and while Morgan was like this, he had no way of communicating with the other wolf without yipping at him or biting him. He would eventually need to transform back into a man again if they were to have some sort of conversation, even if it would be one sided.

  He was about to do just that and suggest they pack it in for the night―the storm had blown in quickly, and it was getting dangerous being out like this―when Nick suddenly let out a bark and launched himself down the river bank.

  What the―?

  Morgan barked to signal he was right behind the other wolf and ran after him. It was scary how quickly Nick vanished in the storm. One second he was there, and the next there was no sign of him.

  Thankfully Morgan caught up to him quickly, and he was able to keep pace with the other wolf, keeping him in sight this time.

  Morgan’s heart raced, the thrill of a sudden chase coming over him as he wondered what Nick had scented. The other wolf did have a

  much more powerful sense of smell than anyone else in the pack, and

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  whatever it was that he’d found, Morgan wasn’t even picking it up

  yet.

  Then, Nick came to a sudden stop, forcing Morgan to skid to a halt behind him, so ungracefully that he kicked up rocks and nearly went into the freezing water of the still-flowing river.

  Morgan growled as the other wolf bent down to sniff, but Nick ignored him.

  Finally, Morgan’s curiosity got the better of him, and he perked his ears and squinted his eyes, trying to get a feel for what the other wolf was examining with his nose.

  Then the scent shot up Morgan’s snout like someone had stuck that wonderful smelling…whatever it was…right under his nostrils.

  It was like milk chocolate, something else that was salty and sweet at the same time, but it wasn’t just those things either. The scent was like a something Morgan had only experienced on a sunny day in summer, right after the grass had been freshly cut and still smelled of morning dew. Morgan always scented watermelon whenever he came across a healthy lawn that had been cut, and he was smelling that

  now.

  Then he was pulled out of the little fantasy that he’d been in and was thrust back into the cold, gray reality that was happening all around him. The wind still howled, the snow still fell in a thick

  blanket that was blinding, and Morgan’s paws were starting to become numb because he was still standing in the wet rocks of the river bank.

  Morgan had to step around Nick and find out what the deal was with that scent. He had to know what it was that made his body tingle so much, his tail all twitchy, and just every cell in his body excited for

  no reason.

  He saw it all right, and his heart sank.

  It was a young man. A boy, really. The kid had to be somewhere between twenty and twenty-five, if that.

  Half his body was in the freezing water, and he was naked. The

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  naked part was enough for Morgan to realize that the poor kid was one of the wandering werewolves they were searching for, but Morgan inhaled deeply through his nose and didn’t catch anything familiar from any of the objects he’d scented before coming on out.

  James had taken most of Phillip’s wolves back to their pack land to quickly gather their things together. Some of those things belonged to their missing, and before going out on their search party, everyone had been required to get the scent off of all of those objects so they would have an idea of who they were tracking.

  The scent of this kid did not belong to any of the missing werewolves from Phillip’s pack that he could tell, though it was possible that being out in the wild for so long had changed his scent. He could be one of the werewolves that Deacon had forcefully transformed. Most of those wolves had gone wild, and that was likely the fate of this poor kid, but that hardly seemed to matter. He was still alive and breathing, despite the gray hue to his skin. Morgan suspected it was blue, but the weather made that hard to know for

  sure.

  Something in him stopped at the sight of the man. It was a sensation he’d never felt in all of his life, and he was fifty-nine years old, for another two days at least, and he was clinging to those days by the clutches of his fingers.

  With a start, he realized what the heart-stopping, cease-to-breathe, organ-failing sensation was.

  Morgan Dane was looking down at the naked, and almost dead, body of his mate.

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  Chapter Two

  The storm had thickened to the point where it was virtually impossible for them to make it back to the pack without getting lost. At first, Morgan had thought that Nick would be able to make the journey with his superior senses and would be able to get some help for them.

  Until the wolf had transformed back into a man and told him he

  couldn’t smell or hear anything beyond the falling snow and cold, moaning wind.

  Fucking perfect.

  They had to find shelter. Morgan had picked up the smaller man that they’d found, practically in the water, and carried him bridal style. He hadn’t put the guy down since, even when Nick had offered to take over for him and give his arms a break.

  The poor guy had stepped back quickly when Morgan growled at him, and growling at another alpha, unless you were trying to pick a fight, was never a good thing.

  Morgan could just barely see the deep frown on Nick’s face through the fog of falling snow, and he quickly apologized.

  “Sorry. I didn’t…uh, I didn’t like hearing that I wasn’t strong enough to carry him. We need to get out of here anyway, bef
ore the weather gets any worse.”

  Nick’s frown didn’t leave his face, though the other man looked much more forgiving for Morgan’s blunder than he had before. “I wasn’t offering because of that, but you’re right. We need to go.”

  Nick shifted his feet, the snow making a soft crunching noise. “Snowfall’s getting heavy,” he said. “Soon we won’t be able to move

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  at all.”

  “And I don’t think there’s any abandoned cabins out here that are conveniently placed for us to use,” Morgan deadpanned, holding his mate closer to his chest when the shivering became more violent.

  Shit. His body heat wasn’t helping, and the man’s temperature was dropping even more.

  “Actually, I think there is one,” Nick said.

  “What?” No way. No effing way were they that lucky.

  Nick nodded. “I scented the varnish ten minutes back the other

  way. It was fresh, like they’d given the place a coat only a couple weeks ago, right before the snow started to fall. There was way too much of it to be from an open, freezing can somewhere. We’re definitely near a house.”

  How they would get to that house, considering they could barely see each other, was a different story. Not to mention the possibility of it already being inhabited by people.

  They had no choice. Unless they wanted to find a spot in the trees and dig a hole in the snow for themselves, they would have to try for the house.

  The chance of building a small den was possible, and they could keep relatively warm using their body heat, which was probably what the other alphas were doing if they were still out in this shit, too, but that wouldn’t be nearly enough to help the man in Morgan’s arms. He would need more than that if he was going to survive.

  “We should try for it,” Morgan said, stepping out of the blind wolf’s way. “After you.”

  Nick had said the house was only ten minutes back, but they walked for what seemed like thirty. Nick hadn’t been kidding when he’d said that he was having trouble scenting anything. How could he? With the way the wind was pushing everything, they were lucky they hadn’t stumbled into the river.