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MATED TO THE ENFORCER
FATED TO A WOLF SHIFTER
ZOEY INDIANA
Mated to the Enforcer
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Copyright © 2022 By Zoey Indiana
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CONTENTS
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Chapter 1
You're a fucking asshole, you know that?
Chapter 2
Waiting. For. My. Husband.
Chapter 3
I'm not a first kiss initiator.
Chapter 4
Did I say you could fucking talk?
Chapter 5
I'd give up the world to feast on you until you screamed my name.
Chapter 6
I think your gods are confused.
Chapter 7
How does a wolf come from a turkey?
Chapter 8
This is your last chance, Maggie.
Chapter 9
I don't understand blanket speak.
Chapter 10
I guess this is the part where I get to tell embarrassing stories about Scout as a kid.
Chapter 11
Who the hell did you piss off, Archer?
Chapter 12
Demons… You can trust them until you can't.
Chapter 13
You found the perfect secret to destroy us with.
Chapter 14
You should never sacrifice who you.
Chapter 15
How many women can say they've ridden a wolf?
Chapter 16
Oh shit. Archer's going to kill me.
Chapter 17
If he finds out, it will destroy the pack.
Chapter 18
They should both be put down for their crimes.
Chapter 19
I knew you were shit from the moment I met you.
Chapter 20
Breasts are magical and hypnotic. That's a fact.
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CHAPTER 1
YOU'RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE, YOU KNOW THAT?
Scout
If my Alpha found out what I was doing, I was a dead wolf. Worse than dead, because I was already on thin ice with Archer, not to mention the rest of my pack. To say they were all looking for a reason to kill me was an understatement. Right now, they wanted me around as much as they wanted a widespread mange outbreak… on their balls.
I'd only returned to my pack grudgingly last year, and despite Archer, my Alpha and full-time pain in my ass, guaranteeing me a spot as one of the pack's Enforcers, I didn't fit in. The other Enforcers talked about me whenever I wasn't around, constantly plotting what they'd do next to make me look like an ass… or finally push Archer to put me down. Which was why I needed to do this. If I could help facilitate the first mating for the pack in almost thirty years, then they'd stop blaming me for something I couldn’t control.
"Are you sure about this?" Vic glanced at me from the corner of her eye as she rinsed a glass behind the bar.
"Don't you want to find your mate?" I played on the one thing that bothered her more than anything else. As one of the few female shifters born in the last century, she had the attention of every male in the pack. Except none of them were her Tsigo.
Vic dried off the glass as she glared at me. Once it was away, she slammed her hands on the edge of the bar. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that?"
"Maybe, but if your Tsigo walks through that door tonight…"
Vic bared her teeth at me. "Fine. If Archer comes after me for this, I'm handing you over on a silver platter. He didn't approve this."
"He didn't turn me down either."
Vic gave me a long look, letting me know she was aware of the game I was playing. When I'd mentioned a speed dating type event to him, he'd called me an idiot, but hadn't actually said I couldn't hold an event. I hadn't asked either. Just a casual mention of it after I'd gotten back from my trip to see my adoptive family last Thanksgiving, where the woman who raised me signed her son and I up for a shifter speed dating event. I didn't tell either of them it was impossible for me to find a mate while off our pack's lands.
Vic glanced around the empty bar, making her eyebrows furrow. "At least we'll get some new business in this place."
"See? It's all positive."
"And I'll laugh my ass off when Archer beats you down. Win-win." Vic smiled as she leaned against the counter behind her.
I rolled my eyes. Out of everyone in the pack, so far, Vic was the nicest to me. I wasn't sure why she treated me differently, but I was suspecting it was because I'd made it clear I wasn't interested in her for anything other than a platonic relationship. She laughed even harder when I slid off the stool and texted Jericho.
Scout: Vic's on board. Commence Operation Finally Fated.
As my contact for the outside world, he'd facilitate the rest. Now all I had to do was wait for everyone to show up and not get caught. I dropped into a booth in the back corner as I felt my phone vibrate. I planned to stay out of sight while everyone else mingled. If I found my Tsigo first, they'd skewer me. No, for this to work, I had to help others in the pack find their mates first.
Jericho: She never would have agreed if you'd told her the stupid name you made up.
Scout: Fuck you.
Jericho: I've never had a wolf before. Bet that fur is extra cuddly on frosty nights.
Scout: Gag.
Jericho: Oh, you would.
Scout: Seriously, WTF is wrong with you?
Jericho: Pretty sure dad dropped me on my head one too many times.
Scout: You're a demon… you don't have a dad.
Jericho: Oh, perfect. Absent daddy issues.
Scout: Why do I even talk to you?
Jericho: Because I'm cute.
Scout: I can't… just spread the word.
Jericho: Fine, spoil my fun.
"Why do you look guilty?" Archer's voice slid over my skin, leaving a prickling, uncomfortable sensation behind.
I set my phone down on the table like I hadn't gotten as close to disobeying my Alpha as I possibly could. "I have no idea what you're talking about aside from the fact that my mere existence is that of your most annoying hemorrhoid."
Archer looked at me for a long time before he dropped into the booth opposite of me. I mentally cursed. If he was here when humans started showing up, he’d bust me for sure. My best chance was to convince him to leave without him realizing it. This pooch was screwed.
My Alpha tapped his finger on the table several times before he spoke. "I regret how everything went down… both with you and your parents, but we can't change the past. Just like we can't reverse the curse. There will be a lot of hatred from the rest of the pack since it was your parents who angered the witch who cursed us, but if you shut up, do your job, and keep your head down for a century or two, they might change their minds."
I gaped at him. "A century or two? You want me to just put up with their shit for a few centuries like a well-trained pup, hoping that one day they'll forgive me for something I know nothing about or had anything to do with?" My tone came out harsher than I'd intended.
The entire bar went silent as I became the sole focus. I clenched my jaw as Archer growled at me. He stood, pressing his hands on the table in my space. The wood creaked as his weight shifted, his face almost an inch from mine. "That's not the way to gain favor with the pack. Unless you intend to challenge me right here for control?"
Every atom in me heeled like a dog. Archer asserted his dominance, and I couldn't roll onto my back fast enough. Leaning my head down, I made myself speak. "No."
"Speak up, I didn't hear you."
With how quiet it was in here, ev ery shifter in the building had heard me… fucker. As a wolf who'd been raised by prey animals, I'd learned everything I needed to know about being a shifter, but nothing about being a wolf. I didn't have a shred of magic, and being a full weight class lower than Archer, he'd wipe the floor with me. I bit out the words. "No, Alpha."
"That's what I thought." He leaned closer, his snarl loud enough for most of the pack to hear. "Stop fucking pissing me off, or I'll do what I should have the day your goddamn parents ran." Archer slammed his fist on the table, a loud cracking noise erupting from the thick wood as it split in half. He didn't bother to look at anyone as he charged out of the bar.
Pissed off and humiliated in front of the pack again, the urge to run took over. It seemed so easy compared to staying here, where everyone hated me. Before I could stop myself, I jumped out of my seat, my body morphing as I flew through the air. My beast burst through my skin and clothes. Bones reformed, bending muscles and ligaments to my new shape. Clicking noises filled the room as my claws tapped on the hard floor while I bolted through the open door.
Run away, far from here. Every instinct in my body told me I wasn't safe. The only way I'd survive for much longer would be to run. The smells of the small town filled my lupine nose. Greasy human food, trash, and the acrid smell of burnt gasoline wafted through the air. I needed to get away from all of it.
My feet knew where to go. I'd planned this moment so many times, tracing out my path and mapping out the surveillance routes. As an Enforcer for the Wallace Wolf Pack, it was my job to make sure I knew every detail about our lands. Which meant I knew the blind spots. The feel of the dirt molding to my paws as I ran grounded me. My beast took over with his instincts to survive while my humanness subsided to him. He took us through the forest, aiming for the unguarded spot. The wolf who should have been patrolling met up with a human female every night for a quick tryst… leaving the gap between the camera unguarded.
We were a quarter of a mile from the border when a scent stopped me in my tracks. My beast looked at our window of freedom slowly ticking away, then glanced back to where the delicious aroma had come from. I pushed for him to move. To me, it didn't matter that we'd be a lone wolf without the protection of a pack. Trying to take control of our form to take us through, I pushed our body to run… just like my parents. My parents, who'd doomed an entire pack to never claim a mate or bring a litter of pups into this world. The same curse I'd cruelly force upon them once I stepped over the boundary.
My wolf refused. The scent beckoned to him, luring him back to the bar. Nothing I could do would convince him to leave now. The protective instinct surged through me, locking my fate to the female whose scent made me heel… our fated mate was here. Mine.
CHAPTER 2
WAITING. FOR. MY. HUSBAND.
Maggie
This was a horrible idea. I never should have agreed to it. After I finally found a parking spot, I looked at all the cars. For a shitty bar, this place was busier than I'd expected. I pushed through the crowd of people accumulating right at the door, searching for a place to sit. Several men stared at me, but I ignored them.
The favor was simple. Find some kind of heinous reason that supported my father's claim, then post on social media about it. As an influencer, it would be easy to get the word out. With my following nearing the one hundred million mark, this big reveal might finally push me over, but I had to find the right outrageous reason. Or that was the excuse I'd given myself, because I refused to admit I was trying to impress the father I barely knew. The same father who'd cut me out of his life years before he threw me out of his home.
"Hey beautiful, mind if I buy you a drink?"
My attention focused on the guy who'd spoken. He was a few inches taller than me, cleaner looking than I'd expected based on how the outside of the bar appeared, and didn't have a creep vibe to him. It wouldn't hurt to have a drink with him, plus it would probably lower his guard, so he'd talk more. I hated the idea of dating in a busy bar, preferring a night in with a glass of wine, a good book, then a quick fling with my battery operated best friend. But it wouldn't kill me to make a small sacrifice for my family. "Sure, I'll have an Amaretto Sour."
A startled look appeared on his face, but he quickly realized it and the smile returned. He guided me over to a small table, then disappeared toward the bar. I kept a pleasant expression on my face, like I wasn't trying to ruin the town's reputation. Small snippets of conversation filtered through the drone of voices.
"First dating event ever."
"I don't feel anything."
"Even if they're not my Tsigo, I'm happy to take—"
"Here you are." The guy from earlier set a familiar drink in front of me. I hid my surprise. I'd hoped this was a beer only kind of dive bar. Guess not.
"Thank you." I reached into my purse and pulled out a straw, then stuck it into the glass and swirled it. Ice cubes clanked against glass as I stirred, waiting to see if the tip turned red. A bar where women were drugged would incite my followers. Plus, I could snap a quick picture to post for the straw company.
"Do you always bring your own straw?" The guy caught my attention as he gestured to my drink.
I shrugged. "Ever since a friend of mine told me about a special they watched about how dirty the rim of a glass was, yep."
The guy quirked a brow at me, then held his beer bottle up in the air. "To finding out more about each other." I tapped his bottle with my glass, then took a minuscule sip from my straw. Still no color change, but I didn't plan on drinking anything else either. Alcohol and covert missions didn't mix. "My name is Izaak. What's yours?"
"Maggie. So, what do you do for fun around here?" There, that wasn't suspicious in the slightest. I beckoned him over with a finger as I took a selfie with the glass and straw, kinda cutting off his face. He was cute enough to show up on my feed, but not so cute that I wanted to deal with my followers' questions.
Izaak took a swig. "Not much. This town is pretty small, but I kinda like the simple life. To be honest, this is the first time in a long time the town found a reason to celebrate."
"What are you celebrating?" Hopefully, it was something truly despicable.
Izaak seemed to catch himself before he spoke. A moment passed as he glanced around the room like he was looking for an answer. "Our mayor halted this stupid corporation from stealing the town."
That wasn't what I'd expected him to say, not in the slightest. "That's good. Why are they trying to take away your town?"
Izaak shook his head. "No idea. Let's talk about something a little more fun." He scooted his chair closer. Our thighs touched. I slid to the far side of my seat. "How long has it been since you screamed a man's name?"
I barely managed to hold back the groan of disgust. Was this a dating event or just a meet and fuck? Going over my options, I searched for the easiest way to run this guy off without getting escorted out for punching him in the throat. "I don't know what you mean… I get along with everyone. Why would I scream at a man?"
Izaak laughed in a fake, charming way. "Oh darling, that's not what I meant. I was talking about between the sheets when you're in the throes of orgasm."
Time to lay it on thick. I let out my best pearl-clutcher gasp. "Excuse me, but I'm a virgin. I've never done something like… that because I'm saving myself for my future husband."
He coughed on his beer, trying to swallow so he could breathe again. After Izaak grabbed a napkin, he wiped his face. "Did you say virgin? Look, I'm here for a fun time, not forever."
This guy needed to go, like yesterday. I tapped my glass on the table, punctuating my words. "Waiting. For. My. Husband."
