Riley's Downfall [Brac Pack 29] by Lynn Hagen Read Free Book Online Page B

the eastern pack while his mates helped out with the fey. “There are snakes in the outhouse?”
“Oh, my god,” Chey said as he chuckled. “You are going to be so easy to mess with.”
“One of the Lakeland bears has been asked to be the leader until a new one is found. He will probably bring comfort amenities with him,” Eagle said and Max knew his mate was trying to ease his mind. He was glad Eagle was doing much better since being healed from his past, but Max could do without the razzing.
He wasn’t an outdoor wuss. He really wasn’t. But damn, an outhouse? What happened when the thing got full? Max wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
“I’ll keep your mind occupied,” Chey said as he leaned up toward Max and began to nibble on his ear. “I’ll make you forget all about bugs and straw beds.”
Oh, god. Straw beds. Max was going to kill Zeus when they got back to the eastern pack of grey wolves. Although Chey promising to keep him occupied was sounding real good to Max. He loved having the small omega under him, begging to get fucked or to suck his or Eagle’s cock.
Maybe the great outdoors wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
Chapter Four
    Riley pulled into the small village, wondering how in the hell he was going to pull this tribe together. From what Maverick had told him over the phone before he left the ranch, the wood elves were causing nothing but mayhem and chaos with the shadow elves and any other paranormal creature that came their way.
    He wasn ’t sure how receptive they were going to be with a bear shifter coming to pull them together. And the more he thought about what possibly might happen, the more he was glad he had left Sterling in the care of his family. Just the thought of anyone trying to harm his mate made Riley’s bear want to tear someone’s throat out.
    He put the truck in park, missing Sterling already. This wasn ’t home, and Riley would do the best job that he could, but he missed the exuberant man. He never thought he would see the day he yearned for a guy who talked his ear off, patted his ass, and snapped his fingers, making Riley jump.
    Gods, he really was becoming dick-whipped, and he hadn ’t even slept with the guy.
Riley climbed from his truck, stuffing the keys in his pocket, and then walked around back to the horse trailer, opening the gate and backing Warrior out. There was no way he was living here without a horse to ride.
He saw some of the wood elves coming out of their huts, staring at him curiously. Riley watched as one of them approached him, the guy’s hands tucked behind his back. He instantly went on alert.
“Let me see your hands, elf.” It wasn’t a request, and Riley growled the words out menacingly. He had to establish from the beginning who was in charge here.
The man splayed his hands in front of his body, but glared at Riley. “Elven, not elf. Do I look three feet tall to you? An elf is a short little creature, which I most certainly am not. You may refer to us as fey if you wish. We are both, but not elf !”
This man was asking to get knocked on his ass and Riley hadn’t even been there five damn minutes. The hostility coming off of the guy could have been cut with a knife as Riley walked Warrior over to the closest tree and tied him off.
“Who is in charge here?” He wanted to know who thought they were in charge. He was given a job to do, and Riley was going to try his damnedest to get it done. He just prayed like hell that Ahm found a replacement soon. He could tell this wasn’t going to be a picnic.
“I am.” The man sneered the words. “Who are you, and why are you unloading in my village?”
His village?
“Ahm sent me.”
The little shit grew quiet, his eyes raking over Riley like he was the scum on the bottom of the man’s bare foot. “He’s not one of our elders. He doesn’t have a right to ask you to come here. He isn’t even a wood elven. He’s shadow.”
And the politics begin.
Riley opened his mouth to give the elven