The Alpha Wolf's Bride (The Necklace Chronicles Book Four)

The Alpha’s Wolf’s Bride

The Necklace Chronicles Book Four

By R. E. Butler

Copyright 2018

The Alpha Wolf’s Bride (The Necklace Chronicles Book Four)

By R. E. Butler

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For Bonnie. You are dearly missed.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

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The Alpha Wolf’s Bride (The Necklace Chronicles Book Four)

By R. E. Butler

Ryde Mitchell, alpha of the largest wolf pack on the Eastern seaboard, has no time for anything but ruling his pack. The only bright spot in his life is his daughter, Brigelle, who at age seven has managed to wrap him entirely around her pink-polished fingers. He knows that Bri should have a mother, but he can’t spare the time to even consider choosing a female from his pack to mate, and assures his sweet daughter that he’ll have time for her as soon as pack tensions settle down. When Bri decides to cast a spell on her father’s behalf to bring him the perfect mate, she has no idea the storm of trouble she’s bringing their way. All she wanted was for her dad to have a mate and for her to have a mom. She didn’t want to put her father’s life, or her own, on the line.

As the sister of the vampire mistress of the city of Arbor, Dominique Tremaine has seen her share of weird. Born into a powerful family, she spends her time dealing with the vampires in their large kiss and helping keep their city safe from encroaching shifters, who would just as soon stake them as form alliances. When she finds a beautiful necklace hanging from her vanity mirror, she assumes it’s a gift from her sister and puts it on. The instant the medallion touches her skin, she passes out and wakes up in the most unlikely of places – an alpha wolf’s bed.

Ryde is furious that his daughter went behind his back and spelled for his mate. Not only does he have zero time to woo the utterly sexy blood drinker, but with all the pack unrest, the last thing he needs is to mate with his people’s mortal enemy. If he keeps Dominique, he could lose his pack and his life, but he doesn’t know if he can walk away. Especially not when he witnesses how connected his daughter and his mate are. If he takes a stand for Dominique, he could lose everything, but he’s not sure he can let her go.

Chapter 1

Ryde Mitchell ran his hand through his hair and put down the pen he’d been using to jot notes in the pack law books. Things were changing for their people, and the laws had to change with them. Generally speaking, he enjoyed being alpha of the largest pack on the East Coast. He could snap his fingers and have any number of females in his bed at a moment’s notice. Which he’d enjoyed a hell of a lot more when he was younger. Now that he was thirty, and he had a seven-year-old daughter in the house, he didn’t tumble in the sheets as often as he used to. He pretty much only fucked on the full moon, when his libido would ramp up until he assuaged it with a willing female.

There was a knock at the door to his office. You’re still up? Finn, his second-in-command, asked.

Ryde settled back in the chair and looked at him. Just finishing. What’s up?

Broke up a fight tonight.

Ryde’s brows rose. Between who?

The Tanners and Pohlens.

Ryde rubbed the space between his eyes with his thumb. Family units within the packs were always at war with each other. One group thought they were getting the shaft over another, or thought they were favored more than another. Although they were all part of one pack, and he was alpha, it was really almost like there were a hundred small packs that he was managing.

Why were they fighting this time?

A fence on the Tanners’ property was broken overnight, and they were certain it was the older boys from the other family. I couldn’t get anyone to confess, so I just threw both of the elder males into the cage.

The cage was essentially a jail that had been created in Ryde’s forefathers’ time out of a barn. When he took over as alpha five years earlier, he’d renovated and staffed it appropriately. He would prefer it if he never had anyone in the cells, but the truth was that wolves were volatile and shit happened.

I’ll stop in tonight.

I can take a message on your behalf.

Why would you do that?

It’s late. Finn’s gaze darted to the framed picture on Ryde’s desk.

Brigelle, his seven-year-old daughter. The apple of his eye. The only bright spot in his life.

She’s in bed already.

He assumed. He actually had no idea. He’d been dealing with pack shit so much lately that he couldn’t even remember when he’d done more than just kiss her cheek in passing or stuck his head in her room to see her sleeping. She-wolves from his pack took care of her for him. He hadn’t been in love with her mother, and they weren’t truemates, but she’d wanted a pup and he’d decided it was a good time in his life. That was before he’d become alpha, and he hadn’t known how busy he would be once he took over.

Unfortunately, when the pup turned out to be female, her mother decided she was better off with a male from another pack and had dropped Bri off on his doorstep when she was only a few weeks old. Ryde’s mother had raised her on his behalf until she died two years before, and he’d eagerly passed her off to the pack females at that point. He knew it wasn’t fair, but there really wasn’t anything he could do about it until he settled the unrest within the pack. If his people would quit fighting internally and realize the real threat to their borders were the vampires, then they could focus where they needed to – on securing their borders against the bloodsuckers and ensuring their next generation survived to take over.

Finn cleared his throat. Ah. Okay. I’ll leave you to it. If there’s nothing else?

He shook his head. See you tomorrow.

"It already is tomorrow."

With a snort, Ryde dismissed his second. He glanced at the clock and closed the book. He’d deal with the males in the cage, and then he’d check in on Bri.

Leaving a note to himself to draft a letter to the family group leaders about focusing on the vampires and not their own petty squabbles, he left the office on the first floor of the mansion he called home and walked the hundred yards to the cage. He glanced behind him and saw his daughter’s bedroom window on the second floor of the three-story home was dark, save for the pale blue glow of her nightlight.

Turning his attention back to his duties, he entered the code to unlock the building and walked inside, a growl in his throat and his fangs at the ready.

Chapter 2

Dominique Tremaine stood to the side of her sister’s throne and watched as she slowly ate a green apple in front of a group of vampires. She supposed it looked terrifying to the males on their knees waiting for Natasha to render her verdict, but all Dominique saw was her sister exaggeratedly eating an apple. With her fangs.

Natasha let the core drop to the floor, and then she dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a silk napkin. Straightening her shoulders, she slipped her manicured fingers through her pale gold hair and said, We’re fighting with each other when we should be fighting against the wolves, who threaten to stake us at every turn. Every day I mete out punishments for those vampires who fight each other, and I’m weary of it.

Natasha cast her silver gaze to Dominique. Make an example of them.

She opened her mouth to ask how she wanted that done, then snapped her teeth together with a click. Natasha didn’t like being questioned in public. Or ever.

Nodding, Dominique gestured to the guards. Take them to the courtyard and chain them. I’ll be along shortly.

The males on their knees begged for mercy as they were dragged away from the throne by the guards, burly vampires who had vowed themselves to Natasha’s service when she killed the previous mistress of the city of Arbor twenty years earlier.

You could have just punished them yourself, or killed them outright, Dominique said as she faced her sister.

It’s easier when you do it for me. Plus it’ll be good for your reputation for the upcoming ball.

She tried not to roll her eyes. Her sister was forever trying to get her to mate with a master of another city so she could have more allies. Natasha wouldn’t mate with a male herself because she’d have to share her rule with him, and male vampires didn’t like playing second fiddle to females, especially publicly.

Not that Dominique was looking for a