Table Of ContentDagus Whitton is tired of being controlled. After his
brother Drake moved in with his shifter mate, Dagus
had felt a great sense of accomplishment from finally
living on his own, especially considering his blindness.
But that was before being kidnapped by scientists bent
on using him as a bargaining chip against the shifters
living in the area. Now he struggles being alone, but
hates always having someone watching over him. He’d
had his life neatly in hand and just wants to get that
feeling of contentment back. Discovering a mate has its
pros and cons, and Dagus isn’t certain he’s ready for
more drama.
Brad Nadeau never thought he’d find a mate, since
his homophobic father filled his head with the belief
that Fate didn’t grant them to gay shifters. When his
biker gang walks into a gay bar in Colin City for a
night of fun, Brad’s world is turned upside-down. Not
only does he find his mate, but he discovers that the
guy is human, blind, and already knows about shifters.
That should make claiming Dagus easy, right? Except
accepting his mate means Brad will have to leave the
only family he’s known for the last thirty-seven years,
his motorcycle gang. When his leader tells him that the
gang needs to move out in less than forty-eight hours
to search for a missing member, Brad is faced with an
important choice, and not much time to make it in.
Learning that the local wolf pack is experiencing
dangerous unrest due to several members not liking all
the other shifter breeds in the area doesn’t make his
choice any easier. Is Brad ready to face down shifters
like his father to start a whole new life with a mate he
isn’t certain wants his brand of care?
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Through Dagus’s Eyes
Wolves of Stone Ridge: Book
Seven
By
Charlie Richards
To my mother-in-law, Susan, for teaching me
the power of unconditional love.
Chapter One
B
rad Nadeau swung off the seat of his custom
Chopper. As soon as the rumble from his
bike disappeared, he could feel the ground pulse
with the beat of the music pouring from the
nightclub even through the closed doors. He
locked his helmet into a saddlebag, ran his thick
fingers through his shaggy, sandy locks and then
pulled the thick mane into a tiny tail at the base of
his neck. He caught most of it, but a few strands
that weren’t quite long enough fluttered into his
face, and he shoved them distractedly behind his
ears.
“Let’s go find some ass, boys!”
He turned and grinned at the excited words of
one of his friends, Vail Tamang. The wolf shifter
was a notorious playboy and would happily have
a different man in his bed every night if their biker
gang ever settled down near a metropolis. As it
was, Vail still managed to locate the only available
– and some not-so-available – gay man within
fifty miles of wherever they stopped for the night.
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“What’s the matter, Vail,” razzed Eli Raetz.
“Has it been three days since your last fuck?”
Vail laughed as Brad dropped into step next to
the others. “No, man. Two days. And that is two
days too long!” he added, slapping Eli on the back.
Eli rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face
clearly expressed his amusement. Brad stepped
close to Vail and wrapped an arm around his
shoulder. “Then let’s go see what we can find,” he
said, his deep voice rumbling from his chest.
“Remember where we are, boys.” Kontra’s
gravelly voice carried to each of them, and all the
men sobered immediately and nodded.
Kontra, their de-facto leader, was right. They
needed to remember they were walking into a
nightclub full of humans. They’d need to be
careful not to get too exuberant, use too much
strength, or get too drunk. They didn’t know if
there were any other shifters in the area, and
although Brad couldn’t imagine running into any
in a gay bar, since all the shifters in the gang had
been kicked out of their respective tribes, prides,
etc. for exactly that reason, but stranger things
could happen.
He followed his friends into the club, paid the
cover charge, impressed that the human at the
door didn’t even blink at the sight of a dozen
leather-clad bikers striding into the place. Of
course, three of the bikers weren’t in the
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traditional black, but in other colors, showing off
their orientation in startling clarity.
Who would have thought leathers could come
in neon green? Brad grinned at Yuma, a penguin
shifter that refused to hide his desire for men,
instead flaunting it with all the flamboyance one
would expect of the stereotypical gay man, right
down to the eyeliner, lip gloss, and frosted blond
tips on his black hair.
While he watched, Yuma’s eyes lit up and the
small shifter squealed. “I love this song!” Yuma
grabbed Adam’s hand and pulled. The big tiger
shifter laughed and followed Yuma onto the dance
floor.
The rest of them wandered to the bar, and Brad
didn’t miss the numerous appreciative looks they
received from the men they passed. It looked like
they wouldn’t have any trouble finding
companionship for the night, he decided with a
smirk. As he stood at the bar, a scent caught his
attention, more rich and potent than any other in
the bar. It tantalized his senses and his cock
immediately took notice, turning rock hard in
seconds and straining against his leathers. He
struggled to find the direction it came from, but
with so many bodies crammed into the place, he
couldn’t get a fix on it.
Growling in frustration, he glared around the
room.
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“Brad.” Kontra’s sharp tone caught his
attention as the bigger bear stepped directly in
front of him. “What the fuck is the matter with
you?”
He wouldn’t have heard the quietly growled
question if he weren’t a shifter. It was then that
Brad realized he’d let his canines lengthen and he
could feel the tingle along his arms that told him
his polar bear was dangerously close to the
surface. He took a deep breath and regained
control, then glanced around to see if anyone else
had seen. Fortunately, no one seemed to be paying
him any attention except Kontra and a couple
others from his gang.
Brad grimaced and blew a stray lock out of his
face. “Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t know what that was
about,” he admitted.
Kontra’s dark eyes pierced him for several
seconds, then he turned to address Mutegi. “Order
us a couple whiskey shots, a Guinness for me, and
a black wolf on the rocks for Brad. We’re going to
find a table.”
The warthog shifter nodded once and turned
away, but not before he saw the concern in the
African’s nearly black eyes. The other shifter knew
what Brad realized. Both shots were for him.
Kontra dropped a hand to the small of Brad’s back
and guided him through the throngs of men. They
spotted a large booth near the edge of the dance
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floor. A curled lip and glaring snarl from Kontra
had the pair of men sitting there quickly vacating
it. Clearly unnerved, the humans kept a wary eye
on them as they disappeared into the throngs of
men. Brad dropped onto the seat, Kontra next to
him.
Kontra leaned close and scented him. “You’re
running hot there, Brad. Tell me what’s going on,”
his leader ordered.
He frowned and shook his head slowly. “I
really don’t know,” he admitted. “There was this
scent. It was absolutely amazing. I—” His hands
fisted on the tabletop as he remembered, and he
had to struggle to contain the desire to track down
the owner as the memory once more sent a surge
of lust through him.
When he felt in control, he risked a glance at
Kontra. To his surprise, the big grizzly was
smirking at him. “What?” he asked, confused.
“You ever think that might have been your
mate you scented?”
Brad’s jaw dropped. “But… I didn’t think gay
shifters had mates,” he sputtered.
Kontra growled softly. “Who told you that shit?
Your old pack?”
Taken aback by his leader’s anger, he dropped
his gaze and bared his neck. “My father,” he
admitted.
“Fuck, I’d forgotten he’d told you that,” Kontra
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