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    Soul of the Wolves
    Soul of the Wolves
    Soul of the Wolves
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    Soul of the Wolves

    By Lizzie Lynn Lee

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    Vivaciously plump Susan “Sookie” Alkin is blackmailed into marrying a stranger. Her younger brother, Jesse, had been infected with a designer virus that transformed him into a feral, dangerous monster: a manmade werewolf. If she wants Jesse to be cured, she has to play as a mourning widow of a young billionaire alpha who rules the Underworld.

    Ethan Hunter, Alpha of the only direwolf pack in North America, recently survived an assassination attempt. He fakes amnesia to flush out the traitor within his own family. Imagine his surprise when his cousin, Cain, brings Ethan’s curvy new bride who he said Ethan had married the night before his accident. It’s bogus, of course, and Ethan plans to punish her as Cain’s accomplice once he sorts everything out. But when Ethan sees her, he immediately knows that the curvaceous Sookie is his mate. A bonded mate.

    Ethan then decides to play along with the charade. He tries to coax Sookie into revealing the truth. But Sookie has too much at stake even though the attraction between them grows into an uncontrollable wildfire. The question is can he gain Sookie’s trust because he’s the only one who can help her? If he can’t, then their bond will perish in the upcoming war that will sweep the Underworld.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLizzie Lynn Lee
    Release dateJan 26, 2018
    ISBN9781386992073
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      Soul of the Wolves - Lizzie Lynn Lee

      Prologue

      Tonight was a beautiful night for grave robbing .

      The sky was clear. The gentle breeze was nice and relaxing. The moonlight was bright with the star-showered constellation framing the sky, while the cicadas sang a midsummer symphony in the background. It was a picture-perfect evening to do anything but nefarious deeds.

      Susan Sookie Alkin grabbed a shovel from the trunk of her car and hefted it over her shoulder, all while cursing her younger brother in silence. This is the last time I do something this crazy. No more. I’ve had it. I won’t bail out his antics after this. He has to grow up and he needs to start taking some responsibilities.

      But when her gaze collided with her younger brother, Jesse, her anger evaporated in an instant. He always had that effect on her. Jesse was her soft spot. Her weakness. Their mother’s dying wish echoed inside her head, "People come and go, Sookie, but bloods are forever. Watch out for your brothers for me."

      As her mom whispered those last words, she had no idea that Dad and John had already passed. Her parents had taken John, Jesse’s twin, to the ER for a sprained ankle and on the way there, an eighteen-wheeler T-boned their sedan in a practically deserted intersection. The impact killed Dad and John instantly. Mom was in critical condition when Sookie and Jesse arrived frantically in the hospital. Mom was conscious for a short time before she slipped into a coma. Three days later, Mom died, leaving her and Jesse orphaned. Sookie was seventeen years old at that time, Jesse only seven. For the past nine years, Sookie had practically raised her brother on her own.

      And it hadn’t been easy.

      Jesse was too mischievous for his own good.

      He kept getting into problems one after another. Even if he was trying to be a good boy. As his older sister, Sookie was obligated to keep him out of trouble. After all, Jesse was the only one she had left in the world.

      Why can’t he be a good kid and hold a normal job? Sookie often lamented. Her brother Jesse had just celebrated his sixteenth birthday last month and he had an incredibly short attention span. He was a bright kid but got easily bored. When he got bored he stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and so far, nothing good had ever come from that.

      Jesse gusted a long-suffered teen-age sigh. I know, I know. You’re thinking I’m incredibly stupid for doing this. I’m an irresponsible kid, yada yada yada, he drawled. His voice dripped with regrets that never lasted. Trust me, if I knew somebody else I could ask for help, I wouldn’t dream of asking you to do this. You’re my only hope, sis. Plus, I know you’re the only person who’d never rat me out. You think Steve and Matt would keep this to themselves if I ask for their help? They’d brag about this on Snapchat.

      Jesse’s best friends, Steve and Matt, were equally as airheaded as he was. Steve was worse because he seemed to be stoned most of the time. Luckily, Jesse stayed away from pot. He hated smoke and the taste of alcohol. Sookie often thanked God for small miracles.

      Without saying a word, Sookie skewered Jesse with her famous death glare. Her brother was only sixteen but he was already a foot taller than her. His body was fit and toned because he played football at school. He was a running back. But despite his brawny build he possessed an angelic face. He was the reflection of their late father when their dad was young. From the light, golden, straw color of his hair, to his baby-blue eyes and Patrician nose. Even his easy smile.

      Jesse appeared to be immune to her scowl. He grinned boyishly because he knew she couldn’t stay mad at him, no matter how big of a mess he got her into.

      Sookie cursed silently again.

      I should have been more firm with him. I should have spanked him more often when he was young. I shouldn’t be helping him to dig a grave in the middle of the night. What if we get caught? Who’s going to post bail? We don’t have anybody else. It just me and him against the world.

      I’m sorry, sis. I swear I won’t do this anymore, he whined.

      Talk is cheap, Jesse.

      I mean it.

      She sighed.

      They were poor, basically living from paycheck to paycheck. She worked as inventory loader in a home improvement store, and lately, her employer had been cutting hours due to the recession. She couldn’t afford any surprise expenses. Money was tight as it was.

      Tell me why we’re doing this again? she asked.

      I need to retrieve a package that Zeke hid in the coffin. You know Zeke, right?

      She nodded. Your boss’s son.

      Then you know I can’t say no to him. After all, he’s the one who got me this job. Zeke had a fight with Mr. Burke all day yesterday. Mr. Burke confiscated Zeke’s stuff and even seriously did a pat-down before Zeke left so he can’t carry his goods out—

      Wait a minute, slow down. Goods? What do you mean by goods?

      He made face. I don’t know.

      Jesse!

      I seriously don’t know. I heard Zeke did some dealing on the side. My guess is he’s moving some pot.

      Sookie went ramrod straight. Are you telling me we’re about to desecrate a grave to dig up a package of marijuana?

      Sssh. Lower your voice. Jesse looked around. I swear to you, I don’t know what’s in the package but Zeke told me it worth five grand.

      Forget it. Possession of marijuana of that amount is a freaking felony, on top of desecrating a grave. We’re not going to do this. We could go to jail for a long time.

      But sis, if I don’t get that package, I’ll owe Zeke five grand.

      Tell Zeke to dig up the grave himself. How is it your fault in the first place?

      Her brother looked sheepish under the bright ray of moonlight. It happened so fast, I didn’t have time to think. Zeke gave me the package to hide it somewhere. I didn’t want to bring it home because you’d have a fit about it—

      You’re damn right, I would!

      See? I can’t bring it to school either ‘cause they frequently do locker checkups. So I decided to hide it in the funeral house.

      Inside a casket? Did you forget to pay your brain bill this month?

      I thought this was safe. Jesse widened his puppy-dog eyes. This casket is worth twenty-five grand. We rarely move a casket that expensive. When I found out Mr. Burke had moved the Savon—

      The what?

      The casket. Savon casket. It’s the Rolls Royce of the casket world. By the time I found out Mr. Burke had moved the Savon from the showroom, I was too late. It was a quick burial. The family didn’t even hold a wake or a funeral service. I was told the deceased has connections with the mob and the family wanted to hush the whole thing up.

      Great. Just fucking great. Oh Jesse, what am I going to do with you? Sookie swallowed hard. She had a bad feeling about this. Why wouldn’t she? They were about to become the grave robbers of a gangster family in this bones orchard. Desperation settled in. There was no easy way to get this one. Can you talk to Zeke about this? Can Zeke recover this package himself? Sookie tried to reason.

      Jesse let out a deep consternation. Don’t you think I haven’t already tried? He said either I dig it up or I pay him five grand.

      You’re sixteen. How are you supposed to come up with five grand?

      Jesse’s shoulders sagged. I’m sorry, sis. I had no other choice.

      Damn, damn, damn.

      Oh, Jesse. Sookie counted to ten before she made her decision. Fine. If we don’t get arrested when this is over, swear to me that you’ll stay away from Zeke.

      Her brother’s face lit up. I swear. This is the last time I do something this stupid.

      You’d better. ‘Cause I’m done bailing out your sorry ass. No more, Jesse. No more. Sookie knew her threat was like a Chihuahua’s bark. Big noise, but no bite. She’d still bail him out no matter what kind of trouble he got himself into. To hell and back.

      Bloods are forever.

      She grabbed a gaslight lantern and a plastic bag that contained bottled water from the trunk and slammed the lid down. Let’s go.

      Jesse eyed the plastic bag. Do we really need those?

      "Have you seen Supernatural? Grave digging is a hard work. I’ll be lucky if I don’t break my back after this is over."

      I’ll do all the house chores for a month to make it up to you, Jesse offered. I’ll even do the cooking.

      No thanks. You can do the chores but there’s no reason for you to poison me.

      "Well, sor-ry. You never taught me how to cook."

      I’ll teach you how to cook when you learn how to distinguish between cooking and science projects.

      It’s called modernist gastronomy. Every young chef is doing it on Youtube. It’s cool.

      Uh-huh. Turning a three-pound fish filet into something that looks like cat food isn’t cool. Let’s find this grave and get this over with.

      Jesse smashed his lips into a thin line and stalked toward the cemetery fence. The Sacred Heart Cemetery sprawled over a few acres of land on the outskirts of town. It was an old cemetery owned by a Catholic church. It used to have a small chapel right by the entrance, but the building was levelled two years ago. The city claimed that small chunk of property as eminent domain to

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