After three hundred years of fighting and service to the Goddess, Silas Knight is the Patron, Alpha to the Alphas on the North American continent. As the top wolf, he fears little and has seen most things. But when he discovers someone or something has been quietly disturbing the natural order of things, he’s surprised. Certain human women have the ability to birth fully functioning wolves, and that’s a major problem.
Jasmine Bennett has no idea her deceased husband was a wolf shifter or that her twin sons are shifters. Her life changes when she rushes to her son’s bedside after he’s wounded in Afghanistan and returned stateside. Now her life’s in danger because of her ability to give birth to a breed of beings she never knew existed.
“I apologize for the mix-up, your Honor,” the doctor said in low tones. “It appears the commander in Afghanistan who normally handles these transfers was in the field. Your nephew departed with a few other injured soldiers to Germany instead of France. Later, they shipped him here. However, the attending physicians did not have a chance to look him over. I took over within an hour of his arriving. The head physician wanted to have a team examine him before approving the transfer to the specialty hospital,” the smaller man said as he walked alongside Silas.
At the last comment, Silas stopped and raised his brow.
“None of them did,” the doctor rushed to say. “I bought in another team who approved the change of venue.”
“I am disappointed with such a break-down in the system. We have people in place all over the world to prevent these incidents. . Now, I must determine if this type of thing happens frequently. After all, the military notified me because I am his next of kin. Otherwise, I would have no knowledge of the fuck-up.”
The doctor swallowed hard and followed Silas down the hall. Security had checked and approved the safety of the hospital floor. Employees glanced in his direction, but quickly averted their eyes. His long-legged stride through the sterile space signaled his frustration. His aides walked a few feet behind him, waiting for a sign to come forward. The door to his godson’s room opened as he approached.
His heart stuttered at the sight of bandages and machinery attached to the young man who was like a son to him. One of his greatest sorrows in his long life was his inability to reproduce. Cameron’s parents had been his closest friends prior to his rise as Patron, and he’d promised them to look after their son before they died in a tragic hunting accident
“Cameron,” he lowered his voice as he spoke, not wanting to frighten the younger man.
At first there was no response. Then a slight movement of his hand signaled he’d heard.
“Son, I am here. We will take you where you can recuperate faster. You need special care, Doctor Fields has already made the arrangements and you will be leaving soon.” He moved closer and touched the young man’s hand. The slight flinching beneath his confirmed Cameron heard and knew someone, if not him in particular, was with him. For the moment he had to be satisfied with that.
“We will discuss this attraction you have with dangerous situations when you are able. You promised to focus on a family, that means a mate, kids,” whispering, he leaned forward. “Pups.” He pulled a chair near the bed and sat, hand on top of the injured man’s hand and waited.
Within minutes, a gurney entered the room, and the transfer process started. “La Patron, may I have a word with you?” Dr. Fields asked with some hesitation and stepped backward.
Silas nodded.
“There is another case here that has caught my attention. I think you need to know about this one, there is an unregistered shifter –”
“He dies.” Silas retorted. “You know the rules.”
“I understand, but this is different. The shift
