Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks (books that read to you .TXT) 📗

DeWitt's Pack 13

Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter

Cole Dane is a werewolf, and he just woke up in the clutches of a dangerous hunter, who happens to be his ex-boyfriend.

Everett King became a hunter after the death of his boyfriend. He wanted to avenge Cole's life and put an end to all werewolves. He never thought he would see Cole alive within a pack of werewolves, or that Cole would be one as well. Everett does the only thing he can think of to keep his team from killing him. He kidnaps Cole and runs away with him.

Cole isn't making it easy for him. He's insisting that not all werewolves are how hunters believe them to be, and Everett is finding himself in the awkward position of believing him. But Everett's former friends are on their trail, and if they are to survive, they must work together, or else be killed before their relationship has a chance to start over.

Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves

Length: 36,511 words

KIDNAPPED BY THE WEREWOLF HUNTER

DeWitt’s Pack 13

Marcy Jacks

EVERLASTING CLASSIC

MANLOVE

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KIDNAPPED BY THE WEREWOLF HUNTER

Copyright © 2013 by Marcy Jacks

E-book ISBN: 978-1-62242-072-8

First E-book Publication: January 2013

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KIDNAPPED BY THE WEREWOLF HUNTER

DeWitt’s Pack 13

MARCY JACKS

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

Cole struggled against the chains that bound him to the thick oak tree. He tried squeezing his hands through the metal shackles, but all he did was take off skin. He’d made himself bleed a little by doing that, too, and while at first he’d thought he could use the blood as a type of lube to get his hands free, all he did was make his wrists hurt more.

Then Everett King had come back, the prick, and saw what he was doing. The man had threatened to kill him if he so much as tried to break the chains—which he couldn’t do—break the tree—which was also too thick for him to even attempt—or break his wrists.

He was too much of a pussy to try that last one. Maybe James DeWitt had been wrong. Maybe he really wasn’t an alpha. An alpha would’ve had the balls to break their own bones if it meant they could escape.

Maybe he just hadn’t had the motivation yet.

Everett knew him. They used to be together for God’s sake, and despite putting his ex-boyfriend in shackles, the man hadn’t actually tried to hurt him. Yet.

Speak of the devil, here he was now. The prick.

Cole glared at him when Everett appeared through the trees carrying the chopped wood he’d gone to get. He wished he could yell at him some more, but the gag made speaking difficult.

Everett leaned down and started placing the bits of timber and other small pieces around the larger logs, then lit them on fire. Occasionally his eyes would flicker over to where Cole was tied to the tree. When he finally got the fire going, he sighed. “Really wish you wouldn’t look at me like that, Cole.”

Well, wish in one hand…Cole didn’t finish the thought.

Everett stood up and walked toward him. His steps contained all the confidence of a high school kid approaching a crush. “Will you keep yelling at me if I take that thing out of your mouth?”

Cole did his absolute best to soften his features. Everett was going to take the gag out. Cole needed that, just like he desperately needed a drink. He shook his head.

Everett knelt down and put his hands around him. Cole could smell him now that he was so close. He smelled just the way Cole remembered. Like Irish