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Table of Contents
Fated for Her Wolves | Hungry for Her Wolves, Book Six | A Reverse-
Harem Paranormal Romance | Tara West
Dedications
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
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
“WAKE UP!”
Balban shot up, sputtering, when frigid water stung her face.
“What happened?” She blinked at a crusty old man. “Where am I?”
He slapped her hard. “Tell me the name of the stone, Balban.”
Sitri? Memories came rushing back. She’d taken the only
available human body, a drugged woman with an injured ankle. She
tapped into the girl’s memories. Her name was Natasha, and she
was twenty-one. She’d grown up on a farm, been abused by her
father, then run off with a low-level drug dealer a year earlier. Not an
extraordinary life, but she had a killer body, and Balban couldn’t wait
to use it. Though the psychosis from the drugs had worn off, her
head throbbed with a vengeance. She surveyed her surroundings.
They were in a small, windowless room with a solitary hanging bulb.
Shelves along the walls were stacked with cleaning supplies.
“Balban!”
“My name is Natasha now. What’s yours?”
He arched a brow. “Why are you stalling?”
“I’m not, but I will need to know.”
He frowned. “Sergey. Now give me the name.”
She glared up at Sitri, now Sergey, when he held another cup of
ice water over her head. “Will you discard me after I tell you?”
He lowered the glass with a devilish grin. “Not if you prove useful
to me.” His gaze roamed the length of her body.
If he wanted to fuck her, she’d gladly let him, despite his hideous
body. Anything to earn favor with her favorite lover again. “I’ve
always been useful to you, Sitri. You know that. The stone is the
amethyst. I learned this from stealing the body of an American
government agent.”
Kneeling beside her, he handed her the water. “I have heard the
Americans are a powerful country now. Their government knows
about shifters?”
“They do.” She took a sip of the cool water to soothe her dry
throat. It had been so long since she’d enjoyed a refreshing drink.
He arched a brow, and that’s when she noticed each of his eyes
was a different color, one blue and one hazel. How interesting. She
would focus on his eyes when fucking him. They were a good
detraction from the hideous liver spots on his forehead.
“Do they use amethysts to control the wolves?” he asked.
“No.” She took another long sip, moaning into the glass. “They
had amethyst dart guns for a rogue wolf, but they are normally
allies. Shifters serve in the American Army.”
“Hmm.” He rubbed his smooth chin. “Find me an amethyst gun. I
will try it on Katarina. She has already shown she can shift into a
wolf.”
She set the glass on the concrete and struggled to her feet. Her
ankle was still sore, but it didn’t feel broken. She leaned against a
cabinet that housed stacks of industrial toilet paper. “I saw the wolf
in her when she took that body. It is not something in their bodies
that makes them shift but their spirits.”
His lips flattened into a grim line. “Yes.”
“I tried to steal a shifter body,” she said. “She was my prisoner,
but I couldn’t claim her skin.”
A deep wrinkle formed on his brow, splitting one of the liver
spots. “Their spirits are strong, but we will find a way in.”
“Even if we do,” she said, “I don’t think we’ll gain their powers.”
She wanted to beg him to give up on the wolves. He now had the
body of a powerful drug lord. They could start a new life in Russia
and build a drug empire. Why waste precious time on earth, hunting
wolves?
“I don’t care to shift anymore,” he said.
Liar. He’d wanted a wolf body since they’d encountered their first
shifter, hundreds of years ago. Once Sitri latched onto an obsession,
there was no dissuading him—unless he’d set his sights on a bigger
prize.
“What do you care about?” she demanded.
The demon lurking beneath his human form pulsed, making his
eyes flash red. “The witch wolf who closed the portal and banished
Katarina to hell.”
Balban repressed a shiver. She had no wish to go up against the
wolves again, especially not one who was also capable of powerful
sorcery. “What will you do with her?”
He rubbed his hands together, licking his lips as if he was about
to go down on a virgin. “She knows powerful spells, ancient spells I
thought were long lost. Once I have access to her memories, I will
banish the shadow wolves to hell.”
He’d gone mad. “You think she can take down her own gods?”
An ominous rumble rose from his chest. “How many times must I
tell you, they are not gods?”
She bowed her head. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“The shadow wolves are long dead Amaroki,” he continued, the
red gleam in his eyes shining like lanterns illuminating a foggy shore.
“They shall regret their decision to gift their descendants with so
much magic.”
Balban nearly choked on a knot of apprehension. They were
taking great risk in antagonizing the shifters again when they could
easily prey off the non-magical humans, living in their skins while
enjoying centuries of sex and drugs. Perhaps she should break free
of Sitri and venture off on her own. She’d lived on earth a century
without him. She didn’t need him to survive, but she had a feeling
he’d kill her if she tried to leave. She’d never have the courage to kill
him first, which meant her fate would be decided by one mad
demon.
Chapter Two
TATIANA YELPED WHEN someone shook her hard. Her eyes flew
open, and she looked into Arvid’s smiling face.
“Wake up, sweetheart,” her gamma father said. “The plane has
landed.”
Curling into herself, she looked around while willing her rapid
heart rate to subside. As her senses slowly returned, she told herself
that it had only been a nightmare and her mates hadn’t been
swallowed by the forest. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“Get up, Tatiana,” Tor rumbled.
Arvid held a hand down to her, pity in his eyes. “Come on.”
She let him pull her to her feet. Outside the field beyond the
tarmac was blanketed in snow. They had landed. She was in
Romania. Soon she’d be reunited with the men she most feared and
most desired. She didn’t think her battered heart could handle it.
TATIANA JERKED AWAKE when the car doors slammed and the cab
filled with frigid air. Snow flurries danced outside while Constantine
and Dimitri raced to a dark blue car stuck in a deep ditch at the side
of the road. Her heart stammered when she feared her parents had
been in an accident, but she spotted their car several yards ahead.
Her fathers were already following the Boris into the ditch. They
were deep inside a forest, and the road was dark, save for a few
slivers of sunlight that shone through the looming, dense trees.
Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she tried to remember when she’d
drifted off to sleep. She looked at Dejan, who was smiling down at
her, his arms protectively wrapped around her waist. “What’s going
on?”
He shrugged. “Some human ran off the road.”
“Are they okay?”
He didn’t seem concerned. He brushed a strand of her long, dark
hair away from her eyes. “I think so.”
The men grunted and groaned, struggling to lift the car and slide
it back onto the road. “Too bad they can’t shift,” she said. “One
protector could have lifted the car by himself.”
“I know,” he drawled, his fingers skimming across her neck. “Did
you enjoy your nap?”
“Yes.” Distracted by his touch, she stirred against him, alarmed
when she felt an erection poking her behind. What was he trying to
do? Their parents were right outside. Damn him for trying to turn
her on, and damn her for not pulling away.
He nuzzled her ear, his warm breath tickling her nape. “It feels
right holding you.”
It did. It felt so right, she never wanted him to let go. With a
shudder, she sank against him and settled her hand over his, not
knowing what to say. A soft moan escaped her when he kissed her
neck, and she turned into him, losing herself in his pale blue eyes.
When he bent over to kiss her, she was unable to pull herself out
of a trance, her lips instinctively parting, her eyelids closing.
She jerked upright when the back door opened. Swearing, Dejan
pulled away when an unfamiliar human woman, probably the same
age as Tatiana, sat beside her.
The woman’s teeth chattered while she flashed a thin smile. “Hi.
I’m Natasha. They said I can wait here with you.” Her voice was
sultry, with a slight rasp and a thick accent, possibly Russian.
“Okay?” Tatiana said, her libido deflating as Dejan leaned back.
“I’m Tatiana.” She motioned to Dejan, who loosened his hold on her.
“And this is Dejan.”
“Nice to meet you.” She rubbed her arms through her fur coat.
“It’s so cold outside.”
Tatiana shared a questioning look with Dejan before looking back
at the human. Her waist-length, black fur coat and matching gloves
were her only source of warmth. She wore a short, tight black
leather skirt, black fishnet stockings, and black heels. Not exactly the
best attire for a woman alone in the middle of a snowy Romanian
forest. Her black eyeliner and lipstick matched her straight black hair,
which was cut in a short bob to her chin. It offset her pale face.
More striking than her choice of clothes was her lavender perfume,
which was so strong, Tatiana struggled to breathe.
“Damn,” Dejan muttered, plugging his nose.
She looked at the ugly red bump on the side of the woman’s
forehead, no doubt a result of the crash. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, thank you.” She smoothed a hand down one lean leg.
“I just took a little spill.”
Dejan let out a low chuckle. “Your front end looks smashed.”
“So it is, but it’s a well-made car,” she said haughtily, “so my
injury is minor.” She made a face as she surveyed the inside of their
car.
Tatiana bristled. What a bitch. Sure, the brothers’ car wasn’t the
newest model, and the leather was faded, but it was clean. Not to
mention, they were doing her a favor. The human could’ve shown a
little gratitude.
The men finally heaved the car all the way onto the road.
Natasha licked her lips like a starving woman while watching
Constantine adjust his thick coat. “What virile, strong men.”
Anger boiled in her veins. “They’re all spoken for,” she said
between gritted teeth.
Dejan gently pinched her side, murmuring in her ear, “Don’t
worry. We know it.”
“Of course, they are.” A slow smile spread across Natasha’s face,
and a wicked gleam shone in her eyes. “The good ones are always
taken, right?”
Tatiana glared at Natasha, refusing to answer, lest she say
something she’d regret.
Something in Natasha’s direct look made Tatiana’s skin crawl. “Do
they have girlfriends or wives?”
Anger infused Tatiana’s skull like the pressure in a steaming
kettle. “I already said they’re spoken for.”
“Of course.” Natasha laughed. “I have a boyfriend anyway. His
name is Sergey, and he’s very rich.”
As if she cared about this human’s mate.
“What’s an American girl doing so far from home?” Covering her
mouth, Natasha emitted a nauseating giggle, one that sounded like
a cross between a dying cat and the bride of Chucky.
Tatiana arched a brow. She was getting sick of this human. “Why
do you want to know?”
“Just bullshitting.” Natasha winked. “As the Americans say.”
Tatiana crossed her arms. “I don’t say that.”
“They do in Texas. I visited there once.” Natasha gave her a
seductive look and licked her teeth. “There was a girl there who
reminded me of you, with long dark hair, pretty eyes, and a beautiful
body.”
What the fuck was wrong with her? Was she looking for Tatiana
to give her a black eye to go with her bump? Tatiana jutted a finger
at the door. “Your car is out of the ditch. You can leave now.”
She giggled again, looking over Tatiana’s head at Dejan. “Thank
you for allowing me into your warm car,” she cooed.
Fighting the urge to claw her eyes out, Tatiana balled her hands
into fists as the woman slid out, hiking her short skirt even higher as
she approached the men.
A low growl escaped Tatiana’s throat when Natasha strutted past
Andrei, bumping his shoulder.
“Sheath your claws.” Dejan rubbed her shoulder. “We’re loyal to
you. Promise.”
Tatiana realized she had no right to be so jealous when she’d
been deliberately avoiding bonding with them, but she couldn’t help
herself.
Andrei opened the car door, then sat beside her, kicking snow off
his boots. After swinging his legs inside, he slammed the door and
rubbed warmth into his hands. He nodded at Natasha, who was
laughing obnoxiously and grabbing Tor’s arm. “She smells funny.”
“Yeah, she did.” Dejan chuckled. “Perfume overload.”
“No, not that.” Andrei stuck out his tongue. “Something else.”
Tatiana crossed her arms, imagining her eyes were double barrel
guns, filling Natasha full of holes. “I’ll be glad when she’s gone.”
“Me, too,” Dejan said.
Constantine and Dimitri were strangely quiet as they got into the
car.
Leaning forward, Andrei grabbed Dimitri’s shoulder. “What is it?”
Constantine turned around, pale as the snow falling outside. “Did
you notice anything strange about that woman?”
“Yeah,” Andrei said. “She smelled off.”
Constantine and Dimitri shared a look.
“What is it?” Dejan asked.
“I overheard our father telling Tor she smells like dark magic,”
Constantine said.
“W-what?” Andrei stammered.
Constantine leveled them with a dark look. “There was
something unsettling about her—something predatory.”
“Why did they let her go?” Dejan asked.
“They’re going to follow her,” Constantine said.
“Follow her?” Tatiana said. “What if something happens?”
Andrei grabbed her hand, pulling it into his lap with a grin. “Don’t
worry. Our fathers are smart. They’ll just do recon, find this woman’s
nest.”
“A nest?” Tatiana sucked in a sharp breath as Natasha’s car
pulled away. Alarm bells went off in her head. Maybe this woman
wasn’t human after all.
Mosses (Bryophyta)
Fig. 298.—Funaria
hygroscopica.
The sterile shoots (st, Fig. 299) appear much later in the season.
They give rise to repeated whorls of angular or furrowed branches.
The leaves are very much reduced scales, situated at the
internodes. The stems are provided with chlorophyll and act as
assimilating tissue, nourishing the rhizome and the fertile shoots.
Nutriment is also stored in special tubers developed on the rhizome.
Other species of equisetum have only one kind of shoot—a tall,
hard, leafless, green shoot with the spike at its summit. Equisetum
stems are full of silex, and they are sometimes used for scouring
floors and utensils; hence the common name “scouring rush.”
Isoëtes (Pteridophyta)
Club-Mosses (Pteridophyta)
Cabbage, 113.
Callus, 56.
Calyx, 133.
Cambium, 63, 65.
Capsule, 165.
Carbohydrate, 95.
Carbon, 92.
Carbon dioxide, 22, 93, 106.
Carnivorous, 99.
Carpel, 136.
Castor bean, 24.
Catkin, 158.
Caulicle, 20, 22, 25.
Cedar apple, 194.
Cell, 42, 63, 145, 176.
Chlorophyll, 86, 94, 101, 183, 186.
Cladophylla, 100.
Cleft graft, 126.
Cleft leaf, 75.
Cleistogamous, 151.
Climbing plants, 129.
Clover, 39.
Club mosses, 203.
Cluster, flower, 155, 159;
centrifugal, 156, 159;
centripetal, 156;
indeterminate, 156.
Colonies, plant, 11.
Composite flowers, 140.
Conjugation, 185.
Cork, 66, 67.
Corn, 3, 25, 26.
Corolla, 133;
funnel form, 138;
labiate, 138;
personate, 139;
rotate, 138;
salver form, 138.
Cortex, 44.
Corymb, 159.
Cotton plant, 7.
Cotyledon, 20.
Cryptogam, 176, 180, 183-204.
Currant, 157.
Cuttings, 121, 123, 124.
Cyme, 159, 160.
Deciduous, 82.
Decumbent, 50.
Dehiscence, 144, 164.
Deliquescent, 51.
Dependent plants, 106.
Dichogamy, 144.
Dicotyledon, 20.
Dicotyledonous stems, 61.
Digestion, 95.
Digitate, 74.
Dimorphous, 144.
Diœcious, 138, 170.
Dispersal of seeds, 172.
Dissection, 30.
Dodder, 35, 106.
Drupe, 168.
Drupelet, 168.
Ecology, 14.
Elaters, 198.
Embryo, 26, 180.
Embryo sac, 180.
Endodermis, 44.
Endosperm, 21, 24.
Entomophilous, 148.
Environment, 6.
Epicotyl, 23, 25.
Epidermis, of leaf, 86, 87.
Epigeal, 23.
Epiphyte, 35, 110.
Equisetums, 201.
Essential organs, 135.
Excurrent, 51.
Explosive seeds, 172.
Fermentation, 190.
Fern, 176.
Fertilization, 144;
cross, 144, 146;
self, 145, 147, 188.
Fibro-vascular bundles, 61, 90.
Field study, 3, 6, 8, 14, 19, 27, 46, 57, 71, 84, 91, 101, 110, 118,
128, 132, 143, 152, 162, 170, 174, 181.
Filament, 135.
Floral envelopes, 133.
Florets, 140.
Flower, 133, 180;
apetalous, 136;
clusters, 155;
complete, 136;
diclinous, 137;
double, 142;
imperfect, 137;
incomplete, 136;
lateral, 136;
naked, 136;
perfect, 137;
pistillate, 137;
regular, 138;
staminate, 137;
sterile, 137;
solitary, 156;
terminal, 156.
Foliage, 16.
Follicle, 165.
Forestry, 68.
Framework of plant, 15.
Frond, 176, 178, 181.
Fruit, 163.
Fucus, 186.
Funaria, 201.
Fungi, 187.
Fungus, 107, 108, 184, 187, 195.
Gametophyte, 179.
Gamopetalous, 134.
Gamosepalous, 134.
Generation of plants, 16.
Geotropism, 44, 47.
Germination, 22, 23, 27.
Glomerule, 160.
Grafting, 125.
Grit cells, 67.
Guard cells, 88.
Gymnosperm, 26, 170.
Hairs, 87.
Herb, 17.
Hilum, 21, 26.
Hip, 168.
Hollyhock, 147.
Homologous, 134, 135.
Host, 107.
Haustoria, 107.
Hyphæ, 107, 188.
Hypocotyl, 22.
Hypogeal, 23.
Indehiscent, 164.
Indusium, 177.
Inflorescence, 155, 160.
Internode, 52.
Involucre, 34, 141, 163, 164.
Iron, 39.
Isoëtes, 203.
Laboratory, 3.
Landscape, 13.
Larkspur, 148, 149.
Latex tubes, 67.
Leaf, apex of, 80;
base of, 80;
function of, 92;
margin of, 80;
structure, 86.
Leaf scar, 90.
Leaves, arrangement of, 82;
shapes of, 78, 85.
Legume, 165.
Legume family, 35, 169.
Lenticel, 89.
Lichens, 195.
Ligneous, 17.
Liverworts, 196.
Lobes of leaf, 75.
Locule, 136, 163, 166.
Loculicidal dehiscence, 166.
Lumber, 68.
Lycopodium, 204.
Natural selection, 8.
Nectar, 148.
Nitella, 187.
Nitrogen, 39, 40.