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  Taken In by the Pack

  A Second Chance Romance

  By

  Alana Hart & Jazzmyn Wolfe

  Copyright © 2015 Alana Hart & Jazzmyn Wolfe

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.

  Published by Hartfelt Books

  Cover Design by Jazzmyn Wolfe

  Sneak Peek!

  I moved to one side and held the door open, and Bryson followed close on my heels; even still, in the close quarters of the entryway, he brushed against me as he went past, and it made my breath catch, as tingles radiated outward from the contact. Once we were both inside, I closed the door and locked the deadbolt out of habit. I let my book bag drop next to the door, since there was something much more immediate to deal with than putting it in its usual place. I remained facing the door for a long moment, collecting my thoughts.

  I finally turned, and nearly jumped back — not that it would have done me much good, I was almost touching the door behind me as it was — to find Bryson no more than a handful of inches away from me. I looked up into his face, wide-eyed. My breath came more quickly, and an aching knot formed in my belly. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and my own body seemed to grow hotter to match. Part of me wanted to run in terror, and part of me wanted to throw myself on this magnificent man who would so obviously welcome it.

  He lifted his arms, clearly with the intent of wrapping them around me, drawing me to him in an embrace. In a snap decision, I ducked a bit and slipped past his arm before it encircled me. I wasn’t quite ready for that, not just yet at least. I wanted my head to stay relatively clear for at least a few minutes. There would be plenty of time to get lost in the moment with him, after I got some answers and if I decided that was what I wanted after I had those answers.

  “Uhm. I need to — to go change. I was just at the gym.” I plucked at the hem of my shirt, as if that would somehow clarify my meaning. Of course, I hadn’t worn these clothes there, and I’d showered before I put them back on, but there was no need to tell him that. I just needed an excuse to put some distance between us for a minute.

  He frowned slightly, and there was a deep hurt in his eyes. Was that a look of rejection? Did he think that was an answer on my part, a refusal? He pushed the hurt aside quickly though, his face crinkling up in a mockingly lecherous grin. “I could come help you change if you want?”

  I rolled my eyes, giving him an exasperated look. “I think I can manage to change my clothes by myself. I have been managing for quite a few years now on my own, anyway. And besides, if you tried to help, I don’t think the new clothes would be likely to make it on any time soon.” I began to step backwards slowly as I spoke, putting more space between us as I headed toward my bedroom.

  “Well, sure, that’s the point.” He grinned more broadly. Damn, he’s sexy when he grins like that, with his eyes all lit up and— I stopped that line of thinking in its tracks. Not. Helpful.

  I scrunched my face up at him, kind of like an annoyed version of a duck-face. “Oh, you’re impossible. Just have a seat,” I waved a hand to indicate my threadbare couch, “and I’ll be back out in a couple of minutes, okay?”

  He sighed, shoulders slumping somewhat, but nodded. “Alright, alright. Just don’t take too long, yeah?” How could a young man so obviously used to being in charge, to being powerful in every way that mattered, look so incredibly pitiful at such a minor disappointment?

  I bit my lip, and just nodded shallowly in response, before turning to flee into the sanctuary of my bedroom, closing the door firmly.

  Contents

  Title/Copyright

  Sneak Peek

  Signups

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  About/Mailing list

  Excerpt

  Coming Soon

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  Chapter One

  I looked down at my Prius’s dashboard clock, cursing silently to myself as I screeched into a spot in the crowded commuter parking lot. I was late, and Angie was going to be annoyed. Not that we’d actually be late for class, but she always wanted to be in her seat at least fifteen minutes early.

  So ridiculous. But she helps keep me on track, I suppose, I thought with a sardonic sigh. Angie had been something of a lifeline for me since we met during orientation.

  I grabbed my book bag and practically sprinted for the plaza where we normally met up. To my amusement and annoyance, I could see her checking her watch as I turned the corner and she came into view. I picked up my speed a bit more, waving to try to catch my best friend’s attention.

  “Adalyn! About dang time!” she called as I drew closer.

  “Oh come on, Ang, we’ll still make it with a good ten minutes to spare,” I protested. Angie sighed, and I had to bite back on an affectionate grin.

  We hurried across the courtyard, but just as we were about to depart onto one of the walking paths between buildings, I caught sight of someone I never expected to see again; it drew me up short, and I nearly stumbled. Angie kept going for a few steps before she noticed I had stopped, and had to circle back.

  “Ada? What’s wrong?”

  I couldn’t answer; I barely even heard her. For a long moment, I thought — hoped — that maybe I was mistaken? But no… his hair was longer now, his shoulders much broader, he was more muscled in general than when we’d dated in high school, but it was definitely him. It was Bryson Morneau, there was no doubt about it.

  My first love, my only love, who had left me devastatingly brokenhearted when he simply disappeared without a word. It felt like someone had wrapped a tourniquet around my chest; I couldn’t breathe, and my heart pounded painfully until I feared it might burst.

  Angie frowned, following the direction of my fixed gaze. Her frown only deepened when she saw who I must have been fixated on; there was no one else in that particular direction.

  “Ugh. Stay away from him, Adalyn, you’re way too good for him, even if he is gorgeous.”

  “What?” I tore my eyes away from him to look a
t my best friend, confused.

  “That guy’s supposed to be dangerous or something. Bad reputation, you know? Everyone knows to keep their distance from him.”

  “Dangerous? Bryson?” I was shocked; he had been such a sweetheart when we’d dated; it was one of the things that had attracted me to him in the first place.

  Angie looked at me sharply. “You know him?” She said it with the kind of surprise or even disgust she might have used if I’d said I knew a filthy hobo in the park yelling at a tree.

  As I looked back towards Bryson, he stopped, looking perplexed; he lifted his head as if he had caught a whiff of something unpleasant, and glanced around. He seemed to focus right on me. It made me uncomfortable in strange ways. “Yeah,” I mumbled, “we uh… dated. In high school. Come on, we’re gonna be actually late if we don’t get going.”

  Mostly, I just wanted to escape his apparent focus. Had he recognized me? Did he even remember me? Surely he must have just been reacting to my staring at him.

  I grabbed Angie’s hand and tugged her hurriedly down the path towards the hall our first class was in.

  Despite my initial tardy arrival and the delay that spotting Bryson had caused, we still made it to our seats with a couple of minutes to spare. I may as well have just skipped this class; there is no way I am going to be able to concentrate on Professor McBoring’s lecture after that, I thought cynically. My mind was still far too focused on the courtyard and that all-too-familiar face.

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  Not only was I unable to concentrate on that class, but the remaining two classes that day were almost as much of a wash, not to mention the time in between that should have been spent studying. All I could think about was the painful pressure in my chest, and how he looked — so familiar and so different at the same time. Ang kept trying to get me to focus, but even she gave up eventually.

  The last thing I needed was a distraction from my classwork. I had never exactly excelled at academics; I was always much better at athletics and other physical activities. Hard work and sheer determination were what got me through high school and then accepted here at Virginia Commonwealth University, not natural talent. I was grateful each and every day to be here. I have wanted to be a conservation ecologist since I was little (though of course I didn’t know that’s what it was called, back then), and I continued to strive with everything I had in pursuit of it.

  I was passing, in no small part thanks to Angie’s assistance — she was such a huge blessing — but it was by the skin of my teeth most semesters.

  After I gave Angie a hug good bye for the afternoon and got back to my car, I decided that maybe a change of setting would help me focus.

  I drove to my favorite coffee shop, a great little local place. It had such a better atmosphere to me — like chilling out in someone’s living room — than the overly-commercialized chain places, and it had better prices, too. It was late enough I didn’t want to drink coffee, so I ordered a hot chocolate and a chocolate chip cookie, and went to settle on the big squishy couch.

  I opened up one of my textbooks and began to read. I hadn’t even gone a whole page before I realized I hadn’t actually retained a single word. I sighed and went back up to the beginning, and read it again. I still had no idea what the page said. I tried a third time, and when I still couldn’t recall even a little of it, I groaned and put the book aside.

  Apparently the only memory my brain wanted to retain today was Bryson’s face, sharply shadowed in the morning sun.

  That was not going to help my grade point average! Or anything else, honestly.

  I took out my notebook to go over what notes I had managed to take during this morning’s class, only to realize I had absolutely no memory of the lecture at all. I hadn’t expected to retain much, but I didn’t remember it at all. Worse still, my notes were dismally sparse. I would have to ask Angie if I could borrow her notes, so I could at least get the gist of what had been gone over.

  Well, reviewing these pathetically sparse notes for a lecture I couldn’t remember was an exercise in complete futility. I frowned, packing my books back up. I sat back, finishing off my cocoa, though I packed up my cookie and put it in my bag for later.

  Why was this hitting me so hard? I had thought I was over him years ago, by now. Mostly, I suppose, because with the way he just up and disappeared without a word, I assumed something awful must have happened, and he must have been far away, maybe in witness protection or something. Seeing him there, like any other student at the university, less than an hour from home… I just couldn’t make it fit. It didn’t make any sense.

  Why was he there? Why didn’t he let me know where he was, if he was so close? Had I really meant nothing to him?

  I considered going to the gym as I usually did a couple of times a week, but when my tummy grumbled loudly, I realized it was getting late and I’d hardly eaten anything at lunch. I returned my empty mug to the counter with a smile and a wave to the barista, and went out to my car. I didn’t feel like cooking anything — the way my mind was right now, I’d probably turn whatever it was into charcoal anyway — so I decided to go to the Applebee’s that was relatively nearby.

  ❖ ❖ ❖

  Since attempting to study had failed so miserably, I decided to try something for enjoyment. I fished my latest book, a fun sci-fi romance, out of my bag and went inside.

  The rather round lady by the hostess podium near the door looked up from picking under one overly-long, bright pink artificial nail with another, scanning me up and down.

  “’S’it just you tonight?”

  No, I have a midget in my purse, I thought acerbically. “Yes ma’am.”

  She huffed as though resenting my audacity at making her actually do something, and led the way around the outer ring of tables, and stopped next to one that was at least cleared of the flatware of previous customers, and only mildly sticky. I gave her a similarly mild smile, and slid into the booth. At least the seat wasn’t sticky.

  Gotta have some standards, I suppose.

  I was relieved when my waitress proved to be a relatively perky brunette with her hair up in a no-nonsense kind of ponytail. I ordered an iced tea and a salad, then pulled out my book to read while I waited.

  I looked up from the words with a smile and nod when she set my tea on the table, before really getting engrossed in the book. It was a relief to actually be able to focus on something.

  I expected a fairly considerable wait — there was always a wait — before my food arrived, so I was surprised when only a few moments later, someone walked up to my table. I moved my tea out of the way abstractedly, and was thus even more surprised when, rather than setting down a plate, the person sat down in the booth opposite me. My gaze shot up from my book in confused indignation.

  It was Bryson.

  My heart and my stomach both started doing flip-flops inside me. The blood roared in my ears, the way you can hear the ocean in a seashell. I could not get over how gorgeous he had become. He’d been unusually handsome back in high school, I was the envy of nearly every girl in school, but now… now he was drop-dead magnificent. It was even more pronounced at close range than it had been earlier this morning.

  He smiled, and my insides fluttered. It was a long moment of disbelieving staring before I managed to speak.

  “What are you doing here?” To my chagrin, my voice quavered and broke.

  He laughed softly, which pissed me right off. “After I saw you this morning, I figured you’d head back that way towards the parking lot after classes, so I waited until I saw you go by, and followed.”

  I narrowed my eyes, but nodded, until a thought occurred to me. “But… I didn’t come straight here!”

  “Yeah?” He didn’t seem to think there was any particular significance in that. I just gaped at him, unable to form a meaningful sentence. He had been following me? All afternoon? What had he been doing while I was in the coffee shop? I’d been in there a couple of hours, probably, and I know h
e had never come inside.

  As I stared at him in perplexed exasperation, he turned in his seat to catch the eye of the waitress, lifting a hand to call her over.

  “What are you doing?” I spluttered.

  “Ordering, of course,” he replied so matter-of-factly, as though obviously he was joining me for dinner.

  “Wha…? But… wait… No, you… gah!” I stammered, trying to object, but he just talked over me, ordering what sounded to me like enough food to feed three or four people.

  I ground my teeth in frustration, and just glared at him.

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  Since I clearly wasn’t getting rid of him, I lapsed into silence. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure if I was aggravated or relieved by that fact. Only one person in my life had hurt me more than the young man sitting on the opposite side of the booth from me; and yet, he was there. He was real, and here was right in front of me, his amber-brown eyes on me just as my darker chocolate brown ones were fixed on him.