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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Archer

  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 Nineteen

  Gage

  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

  Cohen

  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 Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jax

  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 Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Rhylan

  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 Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Javier

  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

  OUTCAST

  Emilia Hartley

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  NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental. The author does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for third-party websites or their content.

  ARCHER

  Emilia Hartley

  Chapter One

  The woman watched him with hungry eyes. He bent to lift the heavy box of books under her gaze, feeling the heat of it travel across his skin. It brought a smile to the corner of Archer’s mouth. He let her gaze cascade over him as he carried the box to the moving truck, tossing it in with little effort. A human might have struggled with the weight of the hardcovers, but they were nothing to him.

  He turned and pushed his tawny brown hair out of his eyes with massive hands. The woman had sauntered up to him. Beyond her, he could see a few more boxes that still needed to be loaded into the truck. Yet, he still looked down at her with a broad smile pasted onto his face.

  “I thought this would feel awful,” the woman confessed with a wry smile. She inched a bit closer to him, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. She had a petite body that grew wide at the hips. His eyes caught on them as she spoke. “Divorce should leave you with guilt, right? Shame for being unable to make it work like it should have.”

  Archer shrugged. He didn’t buy into the things people tried to say about love.

  “But, it feels like I can breathe easier now. I can’t believe how… great this feels.”

  “You’re not quite there yet,” he reminded her with the false smile growing into a true one. He knew what she was doing, the rush of freedom getting to her head. She was an attractive woman, but he wouldn’t feed into what she wanted. “I still have to serve the divorce papers to your husband later.”

  Her face fell. “Ex-husband.”

  He nodded and sidestepped her to grab another box. She didn’t have much to pack. Her husband had constricted her life until all she knew was him. Archer figured, with the number of book boxes he carried back and forth, that she’d tried her best to escape by reading. But, at the end of the day, there was nothing she could do to salvage what they’d called a relationship.

  Archer knew why, but he’d learned early on that clients didn’t want to hear it. At least, some of them. There were always women who would cling to the sensational idea of love; this new woman was probably one of them considering the book that fell out when he hefted the last box.

  She rushed over to claim the paperback and shoved it behind her back. Archer snorted. He’d already seen the man on the cover, chiseled chest bare and his hands riding the bodice of a Victorian woman’s dress.

  Oh, yeah. She was one of those.

  There would be no telling this woman the truth, that love was a lie. He would just smile at her as he finished packing up the back of the truck and move on. If he let her gaze reach any deeper and let it pull him in, she would latch on. It wasn’t her fault she ate the lie like chocolate cake, but even though it was sweet, it clearly left her with a stomach ache.

  Or else she wouldn’t have called his company.

  “Is that everything?”

  She glanced around the small yard and nodded. When her ey
es shifted to him, they heated. She glanced at the back of the truck and how much space was left before her lips twisted into a demure smile.

  “My ex-husband shouldn’t be home for hours,” she began, hoisting herself up so that she sat on the truck’s bumper. She pulled the hem of her shirt lower, revealing more peach-colored skin above the V of the neck.

  Archer felt a growl rumble through him. It’d been a while since he’d felt the touch of a woman and the bear inside him growled with appreciation. The woman was a snack, juicy like a ripe fruit, but this was not the place to be picking up women.

  He shook his head, shoving the bear back where it had come from, when a car slammed to a stop in the driveway. A man staggered out of the driver’s seat with horror written across his face. It quickly transformed into murderous anger as he stalked toward the woman.

  She shrank in response, the vixen breaking down into a mouse. Before her ex-husband could reach her, Archer stepped between them. The man’s head fell back to glare up at Archer. The threat washed over him, ineffective.

  “Who are you?” the man snapped.

  “Just doing my job,” Archer grumbled.

  The man’s eyes darted between Archer and the woman he still considered his wife. “Looks like you were about to do more than that.”

  Well, Archer couldn’t argue that he hadn’t thought of it. But, it was clear that wasn’t going to happen anymore, so he held his hands up.

  Sensing the uneven match between the two of them, the man sidestepped Archer and headed toward the cowering woman. Guilt was now written across her face. With a sigh, Archer spun around and reached out. He grasped the man by the back of his collar and jerked him back.

  The man let out a surprised oomph.

  “I’m going to call my lawyer,” the man cried out.

  “Go ahead. She already called hers.” Archer caught the woman’s attention and jerked his head toward the truck. “Her lawyer called me.”

  With no effort, Archer tossed the man to the side. He landed on his ass before scrambling back to his feet, face nearly purple with rage. This was a side of Archer’s job that made lawyers call him. He was shaped like a bear on the outside, towering over others and blocking paths with his wide frame. Usually, it didn’t come down to a physical fight.

  The man screamed at his wife, saying he was ready to fight for her as he ripped off his shirt. Archer suppressed a laugh. This was ridiculous. Why would anyone fight so hard for another person, especially one that was leaving? Archer didn’t understand it. Yet, the drive never left the man’s eyes. The jilted husband approached him, trying to imitate a fighting stance, when the phone in Archer’s pocket buzzed.

  It took both of them by surprise. Archer groaned. He’d told Gage he would be busy. His brother knew better than to call while he was working. Noticing an unfamiliar number on the screen, Archer hoped this wasn’t his one call from jail as he swiped the red button across the screen.

  “You think you can come into my house, take my wife, and ignore me?”

  Archer sighed. “I’m not stealing her like some dragon stealing the damned princess. She filed for a divorce. She did. Not me.”

  The man looked stricken. It was almost as if his world had been ripped out from beneath him. Good, Archer thought, maybe then they would both learn. They put so much of their time and energy into something that would never work. It was a futile exercise and a damned waste. He wanted to tell the man to get on with his life, to go do something truly worthwhile, but the phone in his pocket buzzed again.

  Archer cursed and yanked it free. This time, he watched the green button slide itself across the screen. His stomach dropped, the air around him suddenly cold. He fought the urge to rub his arms. The man beside him gave a visible shiver.

  “Archer? Archer Vancourt?” a hauntingly familiar voice asked over the phone.

  Where had he heard that voice before? It jabbed at the back of his mind, in a place he’d wrapped up and hidden away for the past few years. Archer let out a groan.

  “I don’t know who you are, but…”

  She cut him off. “That doesn’t matter. You need to fix your mistake.”

  “What damned mistake?” The phone groaned beneath the pressure of his fingers. He had to force himself to ease up on it before he had to drop another chunk of cash on a new device.

  Archer hadn’t thought of home in eight years. Not since he’d been tossed out on his ass for having an opinion. He refused to think about a place where traditions trumped someone’s happiness. Archer wanted to believe what he’d done had benefitted not only him, but Joanna, too.

  “You know what I’m talking about. We both know it’s the first thing you thought about.”

  A long moment of silence passed. Not even the jilted husband could find anything to say as he stared at the phone with a confused look on his face. There was some kind of magic in the air, pulling the world around him to a stop.

  It made chills race over Archer’s arms and down his spine.

  “I don’t have to do a damned thing,” he snapped, even though his mind was already dragging him back to a small town in Upstate New York. When he’d left, his own father had looked down at him with such disappointment. The fact that he’d taken his brothers with him had angered the man even more.

  “The place you remember is gone. Honestly, everything has gone to hell in a handbasket,” the voice on his phone said. “You can make it all right again if you come fix your mistake.”

  Archer growled, an inhuman sound that rumbled through the magic wrapping around him. It broke the bubble and the jilted husband snapped back to life, immediately stumbling back from the sound. Archer ended the call, shut off his phone, and jammed it in his pocket.

  There was a woman waiting in the truck. He had a job to finish. He couldn’t waste time thinking about Stonefall or Joanna or any of that. None of that was his mistake. It’d been his Pack’s problem.

  Yet, the woman’s words circled his mind. They wrapped around him in a vice until he could barely think of anything else. After he dropped the woman off at her relative’s and helped unpack the few boxes in the back of his truck, he knew he wouldn’t be going straight home.

  Archer hated what he was about to do, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to free himself until he set it all behind him. That’s all he was doing, closing doors left open.

  He turned his phone on long enough to leave a voicemail for Gage, telling him he had to go out of state for another job. It was only half of a lie. He wouldn’t be gone long enough for Gage to find out the truth.

  Chapter Two

  Archer should have enjoyed his drive. He should have appreciated the glimpses of the Finger Lakes between the trees, should have taken in the green haze of spring taking over the rolling hills of New York. Instead, his beast felt trapped inside the rental car. It roared for freedom, pressing against his skin hard enough to make it ache, to make the wheel groan beneath his grip.

  “Will you calm down,” he growled at himself.

  The damned SUV should have been big enough, easily seating a family of eight, but it seemed his beast had other ideas. The bear raged against the idea of returning to the people who’d cast him out years ago. They’d tried to tie his hands, to bind him to someone against his will. No one would force him into anything.

  Not once in the past eight years had he considered going home. Home wasn’t a word in his vocabulary, something struck from his life the day his father levelled his sentence to the three brothers. Stonefall was just another pin on the map as far as he was concerned. That was what he told himself as he drove back toward the pin at the behest of a stranger.

  He was on the outskirts of town when he asked himself why he bothered to listen to the mystery caller at all. While the voice had tickled the edges of his memory, it could have been anyone in the world. The old, brick armory rose over the tops of the trees in a solitary salute. The sight of the towering building shortened his breath, as if he’d never truly forgotten what it f
elt like to return here. It was an afterthought and only really something he had tucked away for later or preferably never.

  And he cursed himself for it. It was a weakness he didn’t want to have. There was no staying in Stonefall. That he knew. It wasn’t home. It was only the place where he grew up. A small amount of nostalgia was fair. He could allow himself that, but thoughts of staying, of building a life here, were not allowed. Not after what his father had done.

  Gage and Cohen didn’t seem to care, throwing away their place in the Pack, but it had cut a hole in Archer. One he didn’t like to inspect too often. The hole could remain there, dark and festering for all he cared. He would coddle it, let it grow into a shield against his father, against the foolish expectations of the Pack, because now that Archer was older, he knew. He knew that love was a lie in every respect.

  Even the love between a father and his sons.

  The SUV crept into town, a speed warning sign letting him know this was his last chance to turn back. Archer could still turn around and return to his three jobs in Illinois. But, he didn’t. He hit the gas and sped past the sign to keep himself from retreating.

  Fix your mistake. Apologize to the other pack and then go home.

  Part of Archer knew what it meant to truly fix his mistake, but he wasn’t ready to face the truth. He realized he wasn’t even ready to face his father, so he jerked the wheel and pulled into the parking lot of Paul’s Mart.

  He shoved the door open and jumped out, needing to move, needing to expend some of the energy building in his muscles. It made the bear restless. It wanted to hit something. Which was a bad idea as a pack-less shifter in the territory of the Vancourt Pack. They would be on him in moments, dragging his angry ass to his father’s feet before he could say “Regrets”.

  Instead, Archer shoved through the door of Paul’s Mart. He was greeted by the chemical lemon scent of the floor cleaner, used too much during the winter because of the salt and slush of the snow the patrons dragged inside. It tickled his nose, no longer used to it since he’d been away, making him cringe.

  The woman behind the customer service counter looked up at him from beneath her feathered haircut, sizing him up. Archer couldn’t help but reach up and scratch the scruff growing on his face as it tingled beneath her gaze. He recognized her, but wondered if she might recognize him after all this time. When he saw her reach for the cell phone on the counter, he knew she had.