Alpha’s Moon: A special forces shifter romance (Shifter Ops series Book 1)

Sadie

The wind blows my hair as I stand outside, overseeing recess on the playground. I have gauze over the puncture wounds, but they’re healing quickly. Deke dotes over me like crazy, trying to give me ibuprofen and cleaning the wounds with the healing properties on his tongue every chance he can get.

Still, I can tell he loves the mark, as well. His gaze goes soft every time he looks at it. He trails kisses all along my neck and across my collarbone and tells me how much he loves me. How he’s going to take care of me and protect me for the rest of our lives.

He also says marking me has calmed his wolf significantly. He doesn’t need to go out and run all night anymore. He’s content to stay at my place and protect me from any savage toys in my closet.

“Miss Sadie, look,” Owen cries and points. There’s a big moving truck backing into a parking spot right beside the playground.

I wave to the teacher assistant, so she’ll know to watch my half of the class, and head to the fence to see what’s going on. Several of my students have already gathered there.

“Army men,” Jackson announces. My breath catches as Deke jumps out of the passenger side of the cab followed by Rafe on the driver’s side. The alpha gives me a wink and heads to the back of the truck. Deke strides straight for me.

“What is this?” I ask when he gets close.

“Delivery for you,” he says then looks at the kids pressing their faces against the fence. “For all of you.”

Behind him, Rafe opens the truck door. Out jump Lance and Channing. Inside the truck are stacks and stacks of black boxes.

“Jackalopes,” Jackson and Owen scream in unison. The werewolf pack makes a chain, tossing a steady stream of black boxes down the line.

“Is this okay?” Deke waits for my nod before he starts handing the boxes to each kid.

“You bought one for everyone in the class?” I ask when I find my voice.

“For everyone in the school,” Rafe calls.

“Batteries included,” Channing adds.

“Great,” my teacher assistant mutters. She’s surrounded by a sea of kids holding their creepy, red-eyed toys, trying to administer order among chaos. It’s creepy as hell, but I can’t move, can’t speak.

“You okay?” Deke asks softly. The rest of the pack have moved on, probably to find the principal and figure out a way to deliver the world’s most coveted toy to every kid in my school.

I’m all choked up. In the past few days, I’ve learned so much about Deke, about his service, his nightmares. His life as a shifter. I even got to talk to a lion shifter couple, Nash and Denali. Nash served in the military, and Deke has been in contact with him daily, opening up about his PTSD.

But my favorite conversation was with Amber Green, a human woman who’s mated to a werewolf alpha in Tucson. She had a lot of advice for dating a werewolf and made me promise I’d call her whenever I needed to vent. “It’s hard, but it’s worth it.”

And looking at Deke, I know what she means. Here he is, watching me with his dark eyes, a little guarded, a little worried, trying so hard to make things right.

I love him more than ever. A little jolt goes through me. I love Deke Adalwulf.

Well, duh, my ovaries roll their eyes.

“Sadie?”

All my kids are distracted by their toys, so I slip out of the playground and approach my werewolf.

“I can’t believe you did this.” I let out a watery laugh. “How did you do this?”

He shrugs. “Figured it was the least I could do, since I destroyed the classroom toy.”

A cold wind blows, and I step closer to him. Shifters run hotter than humans, I’m discovering. Especially when they’re around their mates.

Sure enough, I step close, and Deke’s heat and scent surround me. He reaches out and pulls up my coat collar, shielding me from the wind.

“I’m going to get better,” he promises.

“I know.”

“I’m going to do it for you.” He presses his forehead against mine.

“I know,” I whisper. I rise to kiss him. Even on tiptoe, I only reach his chin. He dips his head and hauls me up with a hard arm around my waist. I melt against him, kissing him properly before pulling back my head to whisper, “Darling, think of the children.”

He growls but lets me down. My class didn’t notice our PDA, each kid too absorbed with their own personal Jackalope.

I’m about to ask him how exactly he found all these toys when Deke’s head snaps up. His nostrils flare, and he grimaces like he’s scenting something rotten.

“Sadie,” a harsh voice calls. I look up and see my father stalking out of the school. Automatically, I step closer to Deke.

“What’s going on here?” My father surveys my class with distaste twisting his mouth. Inside the playground fence, Jackson chases a little girl with his toy. Both kids scream with delight. I’m going to have to buy headache medicine for all my teacher friends and their assistants.

But it’s worth it.

“Sadie,” my dad shouts again. I know I should go and introduce Deke as my boyfriend. But I’m so tired of trying to get his approval, and I already know it won’t come where Deke is concerned. I suddenly see my dad for what he is: a bald, pot-bellied white man with an over-inflated sense of authority.

I turn back to Deke. “You know what, fudge it,” I say and surge back into his arms. Judging by his harrumph, my father gets the message, and I am left to lose myself in my mate’s kiss.

Sadie

“And that’s how Deke won the love of every kid in the school,” Charlie finishes, her bottle of Fat Tire beer raised in the air.

“My goodness, this is a long toast,” Tabitha mutters.

Charlie flicks her middle finger up, tilting her bottle of beer and nearly spilling the liquid.

“A toast to Sadie and Deke,” Adele says smoothly, raising her own wine glass and stopping the fight before it begins.

I sip my wine and smile. It’s Whine Wednesday, and we’re at a new restaurant outside of town, not far from Deke and the pack’s HQ. Nestled in the mountains, it’s a rustic chophouse with a huge fireplace and giant, cozy leather chairs. One taste of the parmesan truffle fries, and we unanimously voted to come here at least once a month.

“So what did your dad say when he met Deke?” Charlie asks, stuffing a fry in her mouth.

“He didn’t say anything,” I respond. “I didn’t introduce them. He’s not currently part of my life.”

“That’s good. Make him grovel.” Tabitha nods approvingly.

“He doesn’t need to grovel. He just needs to respect me and my choices. And if he doesn’t, well, I’m not going to waste any more time on him.”

“Here, here,” Tabitha and Charlie cheer, raising their beers.

“I’ll drink to that,” says a deep voice behind me. I turn even though my skin is tingling, already alerting me a predator is near. My predator.

Deke stands beside our table, gazing down at me. He must have been in Werewolf Stealth Mode. I didn’t even hear him approach.

“Deke,” I say and fly out of the seat into his arms. He lifts me for a kiss that leaves me breathless. The room’s spinning a little when he sets me down. He hugs me to him, and I hang on like I’ve had too much whiskey.

“What are you doing here?” Adele snipes, and I realize that three huge shadows have coalesced out of the back of the restaurant—the whole pack is here.

“We’re here to celebrate Whine Wednesday,” Lance says, dragging a chair over and dropping into it right next to Adele. She looks down on her nose at him which is funny because she’s a head shorter.

“We own this place,” says Rafe, copying his brother and seating himself at Adele’s right.

“We need a chef, actually,” Rafe leans back in his wooden chair and looks right at Adele. “Someone who knows how to run a business.”

I go still. Adele’s been telling us of her troubles running the chocolate shop. Her business partner is acting strangely, disappearing for weeks and taking personal loans from their business bank accounts without warning and vague promises to “pay the business back.” Last week, Adele had to pay the shop’s rent out of her own savings.

She’s even taking private catering jobs to make ends meet. This job might be a godsend. My eyes dart between the two of them: Adele posh and pretty in her vintage dress—Rafe casual and dangerous in his fatigue pants and a faded Army green t-shirt that makes love to each of his abs. The pack alpha balances on the back two chair legs, somehow managing to look relaxed even as his muscles are taut.

“I’ll let you know if I think of someone,” Adele says coolly.

Rafe holds her gaze a moment then lifts his chin. He murmurs in his deep voice, “You do that.”

Adele sniffs and turns her back to the Alpha.

“We were just toasting Sadie,” Tabitha explains to Lance and Channing. Lance keeps shooting looks at Charlie, but she seems to be ignoring him. Which is interesting.

“Why?” Channing asks. “Is she preggers already?” He raises his eyebrows and pretends to inspect my stomach.

Adele chokes on her wine.

“No,” I answer. “You goof.” I know Channing’s just joking, but the thought of a baby with Deke makes me so happy. My ovaries are ready. I snuggle closer to Deke, who squeezes my shoulders. “We were celebrating me finally growing a backbone and standing up to my father.”

“You always had a backbone. Your dad and Scott just never respected it,” Adele says.

A growl rumbles in Deke’s chest at the mention of Scott’s name. I lay a hand on his pec.

“Yeah, whatever happened to Scott?” Charlie asks.

Tabitha shrugs. “He’s gone. Last I heard, he moved to Florida. Probably to put up beachfront condos.”

“Good riddance,” Adele mutters.

“Let’s get out of here,” Deke murmurs to me. His tongue touches the edge of my ear, followed by a tiny nip of his teeth. I jump.

“Deke and I are just going to…uh…get some air,” I say and steer him to the door to the large deck outside.

“You kids have fun,” Tabitha calls.

Behind me, I hear Adele growl under her breath, “If he isn’t good to her, I swear they will never find his body.”

“I’ll vouch for him,” Rafe’s voice rumbles in reply. I turn to see Adele narrow her eyes at Rafe before I duck outside with Deke.

“What’s going on between those two?” I ask Deke as we head to the deck railing. Above the sky is midnight blue, the Milky Way spilling starlight in a glistening veil over the dark shapes of the mountains.

“Which two?” Deke asks.

I frown, rubbing my hands together in the cold. “Adele and Rafe. Who did you think?” The sight of Charlie carefully ignoring Lance flashes through my head.

“No one,” Deke answers so blandly I know he’s noticed something between Charlie and Lance too. “But Adele came to the lodge and confronted Rafe. She told him if he didn’t get me and the rest of the guys into therapy, she would personally slit our throats.”

“Oh.” That sounds like Adele, actually. Momma bear. “I didn’t tell her about… you know.” The werewolf thing. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“I know, baby. I don’t think you’ll have to keep it a secret from her much longer.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He pops my collar, tucking it tighter around my face before wrapping me in his arms, his heat. “Rafe’s been sniffing around Adele. And not just because something’s up with her business.”

My forehead creases. I want to ask what’s going on with her business, but it’s really none of mine. I make a mental note to ask Adele myself. “Do you think she’s his mate?”

“Don’t know. Rafe doesn’t think he deserves a mate. None of us did. You were unexpected. A gift.”

“Deke,” I whisper. My heart is so full right now, it’s as big as the moon, spilling its light over the world.

Deke lifts me onto the railing, holding me close as he dips his head near to mine. “I’ll have to warn him about the worst thing about dating a human.”

“What’s that?” My head is swimming with his scent.

“Shapewear,” he says against my mouth, and I giggle as we kiss and keep each other warm under the frosty sky.