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  CHOCOLATE TEMPTATION

  A.C. MASON

  LYRICAL PRESS

  http://lyricalpress.com/

  KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

  http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/

  To my daughter and son. You both bring the most joy and fulfillment I’ve ever known in my life

  Acknowledgements

  Mary Murray, my amazing editor. You continue to push and teach me. Thank you for all your hard work.

  Foreword

  I stumbled across the Shunu, one of three sons of a god known by some of the Turkic peoples, while doing research. Shunu is a lupine–relating to a wolf or wolves–deity and my shifters are his descendants. From that grew the mythology of the Shunu race ancestry. In Chocolate Damsel and Chocolate Temptation, we journey back to 1940, as Nazi Germany was invading European Nations. Given my own family survived the occupation of Belgium and I grew up hearing stories of those frightening times, I wanted to expand the reach of their voices.

  Chapter 1

  Sunlight glimmered off the snow as the frozen landscape unfolded before Alexia Pane. Her mate and the Alpha, Engle VanWolf, cocooned her protectively in his arms. The motion of the train caused her stomach to quiver with uneasiness. Over the past few days, his edginess had made her tense, and when she had asked him about what was going on he’d changed the subject. He too lay awake, but did not speak or move.

  “Are you losing interest in me?” she asked.

  “No.” He rolled her toward him.

  She traced the melted flesh of the scar where an eye had once been before humans had hunted down their kind.

  His lone blue eye held her gaze. “How could I, my witch? You are what fills me with joy,” he whispered against her neck. “I’m sorry if I’ve seemed distracted. I’m focused on getting the pack out of Europe and timing is crucial in pulling this off.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. Another foretelling dream he didn’t wish to speak of had awakened him. She could tell by the tone of his voice and the worry emanating from him. These days her empathic abilities dulled from the overpowering emotions all around her. On a moment’s notice, he would have the pack doing the opposite of what he’d ordered them to do. The pack was accustomed to doing as told. She still struggled with unexpected change and the swiftness in which it usually happened.

  “I promise when we reach Venezia, Italy I’ll sneak off with you before our ship departs and we’ll enjoy a night in the city of romance, my witch.” He kissed her lips.

  She pulled back, rolled away from him, clutching the sheet, and sat up. His frequent vanishing to deal with details left her in the care of Cathen. Since she’d paired with VanWolf, Cathen could barely look at her or be cordial.

  “What’s wrong?” His large hand rubbed her back.

  “Why do you always make Cathen responsible for my safety?” It was one too many uncomfortable situations for her to cope with. Especially lately. She got on well with all the other betas. So why did she need to be left with Mr. Epsilon-Beta?

  VanWolf sat, scooping her into his arms. “We’ve been through this. I know that some of the Shunu customs, rituals and beliefs are difficult to understand. The only expectation of those who live among the pack is that they live our way. Cathen is my Epsilon-Beta, bearer of the eclipse and holder of our limits. He is also the rightful heir of the pack, but for centuries he would not take the role. After Mateo was killed, Cathen reluctantly agreed only recently.”

  Alexia had sat with the young of the pack during story time as the Shunu beliefs, customs and rituals were passed down through fables and oral history. “Explain to me again why an Epsilon-Beta exists.”

  “The first of the Shunu, the Great Wolf-Spirit, our messiah, set out into battle with the best of his fighters, leaving the pack to the young and inexperienced. His enemy, Lord of the Underworld, Erlik, was cunning and knew that the way to break the spirit of the Shunu was to take those connected to our soul. Erlik sent his minions into the pack and slaughtered the women and young. High from his victory against the Lord of the Underworld, the Great Wolf-Spirit returned to the pack with the warriors to find those he loved murdered. From that day forth, the strongest of the betas was to watch over the pack in the Alpha’s absence, thereafter known as the Epsilon-Beta. He shall remind the leader of our Shunu limitations. Fallout from those events also is where marking our mates Shainu and Epsishainu came from.”

  His sister, Griselda, was a better storyteller than he was. Her animated retelling brought the stories to life.

  “I like Shainu, when we mate and our spirit forms become one.” But it could not be performed in places where the light of their spirits could be seen by humans.

  He chuckled. “You and I both.”

  “What is Epsishainu?” Another term she was hearing for the first time. That seemed to be happening a lot these days.

  He stroked her head. “You are filled with questions today.”

  When VanWolf knew she wouldn’t like what she’d learn, he would try and get to the bottom of why she was asking so many questions. He didn’t understand that at times she felt out to sea with no sense of direction in his world, which made her feel distant from him and the pack. She didn’t like that feeling.

  She nodded. “There are instances when the pack speaks of what’s believed to be common knowledge, but I have no clue what they are referring to, and explaining to me sucks the energy from an upbeat conversation.”

  “They don’t mind.” He lifted her onto his lap, and seemed to stare into her soul with his lone blue eye. “Epsishainu is an insurance policy to ensure the safety of the mate of the Alpha and his young if he were to die. The mark of the Alpha’s mate would brand into the Epsilon-Beta as the threads of the pack members pass through him and he assumes his role as the new Alpha. She would become his chosen. This way she and her pups will be connected to his soul and the new Alpha could never harm them.”

  “But what if the Epsilon-Beta hates the Alpha’s mate, then what?”

  “That’s impossible.” He shook his head. “No pack member could hate another. Not all the personalities blend well, but our hearts and souls are connected through our bonds to the pack.”

  At times he didn’t understand her fears as an outsider. She hadn’t been born of their pure Shunu blood, rather, at the hands of a madman. “But what would happen if the Epsilon-Beta hated her?”

  “Epsishainu would change his heart.” Streaks of sunlight illuminated his features. “The power of this bond comes from the spirit world and cannot be fought.”

  As she’d suspected, after the Alpha died came another Shunu rule, and she didn’t have the right to reject it. That was why she needed to be with Cathen when VanWolf was not there. If something were to happen to VanWolf, she would be in the care of her new mate, Cathen. Amid all the stress of the exodus out of Europe, her joyous news seemed ill timed.

  “I have something to tell you.” She knew he should be told.

  “This sounds serious.” VanWolf cupped her face in his hand. “What is it?”

  “I…” She shook her head. “No, no, we are expecting.”

  “Expecting?” His unscarred eye widened. “As in pups?”

  Tears filled her eyes. “That’s the thing, I don’t know.” She covered her face and burst into a full body sob. How she’d kept her composure this long, she wasn’t sure.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, my witch.” He squeezed her. “I haven’t been mindful of the fact that you do not know about being a Shunu. You’ve been scared because you don’t know what to expect.”

  “Yes.” Droplets streamed down her cheeks.

  He placed his hand on her abdomen. “We are much like humans, and carrying more than one child is rare. The length of pregnancy
is nine lunar cycles and we are born in human form.” He kissed her cheek.

  It was a relief to know about the child she carried. Their child.

  “Do you have more questions?” His voice was soft and encouraging.

  But now that she had a few more details she needed time to formulate more inquiries. “Not yet. I’m sure I will in the coming days.” Since she’d realized she could be with child she’d gone into shock, then fear, and finally, had been given this reprieve.

  “This is wonderful, my witch.” He covered her face in kisses. “The pack will be thrilled.”

  “Please don’t tell them.” She’d hardly adjusted to the news herself.

  “Why not?” The shock was evident in his eye.

  “I’d like us to wait.” Nothing was sacred between just her and him. “Until after we depart from Italy, not to add to everyone’s fears, please. I would appreciate a little time for you and I to adjust to the news. Us two.”

  He kissed her forehead. “Very well. Ours to know until our departure from Italy.” The pack already had to watch over her with such caution, since the Nazis wanted her blood to build an army with her abilities. She’d yet to figure out what was so menacing about her Shunu gifts. Imagine the added stress of the pack finding out she carried the Alpha’s pup! There was no way she could do that to them, given how dangerous getting out of Italy would be since that country had joined with the Nazis.

  A knock came from the other side of the door.

  “I’m needed.” He got out of bed. “I am very happy. Try to get some sleep as I’ll need you to see to my satisfaction before lunch.” Covering his melted eyelid with his patch, he smiled and kissed her nose.

  She shook her head at his silly talk. “You mean you need to see to my bliss before lunch.”

  “And dinner, oh, and don’t forget, just before bed.” He pulled up his pants, tugged on his shirt and slipped on his Nazi jacket.

  Franko was just outside, waiting for VanWolf to go with him.

  Chapter 2

  Cathen sensed the Alpha–VanWolf–enter the train car and glanced over the back of his seat. VanWolf wore the Nazi uniform.

  In the past few weeks, Cathen had avoided the Alpha, but he was often left watching over his mate. The Alpha had marked the woman meant to be Cathen’s mate. Only he and VanWolf knew this to be true, since VanWolf had been the one to foretell the events. Resentment lay heavy between them. The pack was all the family Cathen had left. Soon not even that would matter to him. Then he would give VanWolf no choice but to free him from his role as Epsilon-Beta. He would leave for good.

  VanWolf stopped next to him. His broad frame obstructed the pathway’s overhead light.

  “Get off the train and take Alexia with you to the rendezvous point,” he ordered.

  Something wasn’t right, and it hadn’t been for days. VanWolf’s behavior was anxious and cautious. Recently, he changed orders on a dime. He threw sharp glances over his shoulder. Given the pack rescued Jewish orphans, danger was always at their heels.

  Cathen clenched his jaw. All he seemed to do lately was escort the princess wherever VanWolf ordered. Didn’t the Alpha get that the last thing he wanted was to cart Alexia around? “What’s going on?”

  “Let me worry about that.” VanWolf lowered to Cathen’s eye level, pulled a bag from his shoulder and placed it on his lap. “I need you to make sure my wife is kept safe and out of Nazi hands. She’s in the next car. I won’t be far behind you. The rest of the pack is already on their way to the rendezvous location.”

  The chill in his blue eye iced Cathen’s soul. “Yes, sir.”

  VanWolf rose, spun back in the direction he’d come from and exited.

  Cathen got up and headed through the adjoining doors. Passengers slept in their seats as he weaved his way to her. Heaviness weighted his shoulders. Spending the next few days trapped with the blissful Alexia and VanWolf sounded as fun as getting his fingernails ripped out with a pair of pliers.

  Alexia sat staring into the night. Then her gaze met his in the reflection of the window. A red shawl covered her head and wrapped over her mouth.

  “What is it?” She shifted toward him.

  “Come.” He extended his hand to her.

  They were all accustomed to vanishing on a moment’s notice. She placed her gloved fingers in his palm. Her touch tormented his senses, igniting warmth within his chest. He directed her back and opened the emergency door. Cold night air assaulted his skin, cooling the inner fire raging. The train slowed. He buttoned up his long gray wool jacket and put on his fedora. Cars on a road a few miles ahead intersected the tracks. This could be trouble. He hoped VanWolf knew what he was doing. The uncomfortable prickle in his chest told him werewolves were not far.

  The conductor shouted and waved at the men getting out of the vehicles.

  “When I say jump, we jump, all right?” Cathen grabbed her by the shoulders.

  Alexia shook her head, big green eyes fixed on him. “I can’t.”

  “Why not?” Did she expect him to ask the conductor to stop the train? Their lives were in danger. There were creatures neither of them wanted to have an encounter with just ahead.

  “I just can’t.” She crossed her arms.

  Cathen would see about that, and pulled her near. Not wanting his body to register the feel of her, he leapt and twisted to break her fall. The icy snow bank jabbed into his back. The impact forced his lungs to plead for air. He held her secure to his chest.

  “You didn’t have to do that.” With her pointy elbow, she stabbed his sternum while the softness of her curves stirred hunger that had gone dormant lower. Being this near to her would only fan a fire better turned to ashes. But such was life and his suffering.

  “You’re welcome, princess.” His only defense against the wound of losing her was to annoy her to the point she avoided him. Nor did she talk to him. Though he knew his hurtful words dug into her, he found himself helpless from lashing out with venom at her, if only to protect himself against the effect she had on him.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful.” Her famous sultry pout surfaced.

  Tougher and more hardened men than he had melted at her loveliness. She tugged the dangling strings of his heart. Despite the fact that he wanted her to have no influence on him, she did.

  “Don’t worry. I’m just the hired help following orders,” he snapped. He lifted her and himself upright. This wasn’t the time for him to have an argument with her, but he couldn’t help it. “Stay low and follow close behind me.”

  She slipped her hand into his.

  Such a simple gesture, but it woke desire. Even with all his hurtful words, she trusted him with her life. He inhaled her fresh scent in the bitter cold air. An ache shot to his groin, filling him with lust. Wind blew snow squalls around them. Visibility was minimal. He took cautious steps forward.

  Alexia glanced back at the stopped train. Men with flashlights searched under the railcars one by one.

  Cathen dragged her to the densely wooded area.

  “Wait.” She pulled away. “I can’t connect with VanWolf.”

  “He must have his reasons.” He should have suspected the Alpha’s move. Now his duty was to keep Alexia out of Nazi hands. “There are at least four werewolves among them.”

  “What does that mean?” She dug her heels into the snow.

  “They are probably Gestapo and searching for us–you, to be specific.” He grabbed her arm and hauled her deeper into the thick bushy area. “If VanWolf handed himself over to buy you time to get away, we’d better honor his sacrifice.”

  “No.” Color drained from her face. “I must go back for him.” She shoved his chest.

  He stood unmoved by her aggression. “That’s out of the question. VanWolf asked me to get you safely to the rendezvous point. That is what I will do.”

  She twisted, turned and pulled. He would not budge. When she contorted her arm, his hold slipped, then she yanked free and ran back toward t
he train.

  “Alexia,” Cathen lashed out her name and sprinted after her.

  “He promised me we’d have a long life together–that he’d be with me for eternity.” She sobbed, still running.

  It seemed he wasn’t the only one VanWolf had fed lines to. Caught up to her, Cathen clutched her and lifted her onto his shoulder. “Sorry, princess, I can’t let you do something that could get you captured.”

  “Put me down.” She kicked her feet and struck him with her fists.

  Cathen lowered her against him, sending awareness through every part of him. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes down her flushed cheeks. “Stop and be silent, or I will put you to sleep.” Didn’t she get the danger they were in?

  “VanWolf isn’t going to make it out of there. Don’t you see, there are too many? We must go back.” She hammered her palm into him.

  Cathen grabbed her forearm and dragged her along. “We can’t risk them getting hold of you or your blood.”

  “But he is going to die because of me.” The terror in her eyes wrenched through him. However, he could not change the facts. If the Nazis got hold of her, the war would become even more deadly.

  “When he marked you, he accepted his duty to keep you safe, above even his own life.” This was the responsibility of all males to their “Treiama”, the link between the soul and the heart. Even the Alpha had to see to his mate first.

  “How am I, are we…to live a life without him.” Tears welled in her emerald eyes.

  If he could offer her comfort, he needed to try. “Look, we don’t know that he won’t find a way out.” Cathen tossed her over his shoulder and picked up his pace to a jog, going deeper into the woods. “But we don’t have time to argue about this.” If VanWolf was buying Cathen time to get Alexia far enough away that the Nazis could not catch her then he needed to ensure he did his best to make that reality.

  Werewolves howled as they gave chase. Carrying her in his human form slowed their escape.