Forever With The Wolf: An Erotic Shapeshifter Romance (Werewolf's Harem Series Book 5) Read Online Free

help it. “I know what they call me behind my back. Kiley, Patron Saint of Servants.”
    Elijah chuckled, defusing her anger a little.
    “Easy, now. Will you help or not?” he asked.
    “I can’t just pick up and run over to do this. It isn’t a minor favor, it’s a month of work, maybe more.”
    She knew she was lying; her new apartment was just like the bed on which she sat: pristine, cold, and empty. She’d only moved in a few suitcases and some toiletries since she’d left Brad behind in his palatial manor. She’d been in this sleek Portland apartment for months, but she’d never even gotten a couch or a decorative shower curtain. She’d been… waiting. For this call, presumably, except it was the wrong male, and now it wasn’t going how she’d planned at all.
    She was silent for another beat, thinking, and Elijah got impatient.
    “Garrett will be at base camp,” he said. Kiley could practically hear his smirk over the phone, but she could barely think of that. Her heart leapt into her throat at his pronouncement.
    “Garrett?” she repeated, feeling stupid.
    “I’m going to be honest with you, Kiley. He doesn’t know that I’m asking you to join the project. I’m certain he’ll be angry with me, actually.”
    “I thought that you didn’t want to meddle.”
    “Well, things change. Not only do we need a contact on this mission, but I think Garrett might need some help, too. He’s been a miserable git since we left Costa Rica. I thought it would pass, but he seems to be getting worse. You’ll see.”
    Kiley paused, soaking it in. She was finally going to see Garrett after nearly a year of radio silence. She was half elated, half frightened with the possibilities. Would he take her back, or turn her away?
    “I’m going to take that silence as a yes,” Elijah said. “I’ll message you the address. Pack for a couple of weeks, I’d say.”
    “Elijah!” she said, stopping him before he could hang up.
    “Yes?”
    “Thank you,” Kiley said.
    “Don’t thank me yet,” he said, disconnecting the call.
    Kiley dropped her phone onto the mattress, collapsing backward with a groan. Her phone vibrated, a text from Elijah with an address in Montana. An address she knew all too well…
     
     
     
     
    Kiley turned her rental car up the long gravel drive, eyeing the house in the distance. The rambling two-story farmhouse lay bright against the broad sweep of dusty red that made up the gorgeous Montana landscape. Against the mountains in the background, the house seemed to stand in defiance, a bit of humanity against the great expanse of wilderness.
    As she drove the mile up the drive, she was transported back twenty months. She’d taken in this very view when the team had taken on a fracking investigation, though the last time she’d traversed this drive she’d been with Elijah and Brad. It had been early in her relationship with Brad, before they’d ever become physical, before he’d truly staked a claim.
    If she were honest, this house was the first place she’d admitted to herself that she just might be in love with someone else. It was the place where she and Garrett had shared their one and only kiss, a breathless embrace that had only left them both less satisfied than ever. Just looking at the house made her long for his gruff voice, his big frame filling up the space in her life. It seemed that the big white farmhouse, surrounded on all sides with an angular wraparound porch, brought out her romantic side.
    Kiley took a deep breath as she pulled into the house’s circular drive. She was surprised to find the team’s usual fleet of black SUVs lacking, their absence conspicuous. She couldn’t miss Garrett’s motorcycle, though, the big black chopper pulled up next to the porch.
    So he really was here. Her heart skipped a beat as she cut the car’s engine and stepped out, pulling in a big breath of the sweet, clean country air. It was early June, and the summer heat was really