Title: Winter's End
Author: Rebecca James
Series: Angel Hill's Pack #3
Genre: M/M Romance, Paranormal, M/M/M
Release Date: May 29, 2020
Summary:
This, the third and final book of the Angel Hills series, follows characters introduced in the first two books. This series must be read in order for complete understanding and enjoyment. However, reading the River Wolf Pack or Cascade Cities series is not required.
Dangerous and debilitating illnesses among the omegas of Angel Hills Pack cause concern for pack alpha Grey and his long-time beta mate, Ian. Grey must decide if he’s willing to let their omega mate, Gabriel, take the antidote offered by the human doctors in Cascade City or risk never allowing the omega to reproduce again.
Summary:
Emotions run high when five omegas are traded to the Angel Hills Pack, which has suffered a decline in population after an illness killed a fourth of its wolves.
After a previous mating Justin would rather forget, he’s happy to leave his old compound and start afresh. A part of him hopes the gorgeous second-in-command alpha, Milo, will choose him for a mate. As memories of his life with Stone haunt his dreams, Justin struggles to make the right decision for himself as well as his four pups.
Gabriel doesn’t want to mate at all, but as one of the traded omegas, he knows he doesn’t have a choice. He just hopes he’ll end up with a beta and not an alpha. How does he feel when he’s mated to both? Grey is the pack alpha of Angel Hills and he and his baron beta, Ian, want to start a family to continue the dynasty. Is that all they want Gabriel for, a breeding machine?
When an intruder is detected in the compound, everyone is on high alert, especially as the new arrival proves remarkably adept at remaining hidden. Will the newly-created mating bonds be strong enough, or will rancor and bitterness win out?
Summary:
New relationships form and existing ones continue to evolve for the wolves of Angel Hills.
Vincent struggles with his beta mate Craig’s rejection, while alpha mate Kale considers a dramatic resolution to the matter. Gabriel's second pregnancy is even more difficult than the first, and an outsider begins to consider a connection to another omega’s recent troubles. Meanwhile, his and Ian’s secret eats away at the ill omega.
Christopher turns eighteen and, losing hope Xavier might never think of Christopher as anything but a little brother, he accepts another werewolf’s attention. X’s eventual interest proves the beginning of the young beta’s problems rather than the end.
Accustomed to gaining enemies when pursuing what he wants, Canaan learns something new about himself from über-alpha, Duncan, who, long-convinced his extreme needs will never be met in Angel Hills, becomes unwillingly caught up with the bratty beta.
Will the threats to the werewolves’ way of life from both within and outside the compound bring the pack closer together or pull them further apart?
Winter's End #3
The baby reached for Canaan, who picked him up and blew raspberries into his pudgy neck.
“You really want to keep him here?” Duncan asked skeptically. “Wouldn’t it be easier to let the nursery deal with him?”
“He’s all alone. I want him here.” Canaan turned away. “I’ll have to get a crib from storage, though.”
“I’ll get one for you,” Duncan said, glad to have something to do other than gawk at Canaan and the baby. The bright smile the beta gave him had Duncan quickly walking out the door. What in the hell had gotten into him lately that just a smile from Canaan made him all weird?
While he was pulling a crib out of the big storehouse where the pack kept extra furniture and supplies, Duncan decided he might as well get a highchair and a rocker as well. He lifted all three items into a cart and pulled them back to Canaan’s house.
“Look what Duncan’s brought for you, Joey!” The little boy kicked his legs excitedly in Canaan’s arms. “A bed and a highchair, and, oh! A rocker!” Canaan met Duncan’s eyes. “Good thinking.”
“I have my moments,” Duncan muttered, carrying the highchair into the house and setting it in the kitchen. “Where do you want the crib and rocker?”
“I cleaned out the spare room.”
Moments later, as Duncan set up the crib, he wondered why the approval and gratitude in Canaan’s eyes made him feel so damned proud of himself.
With the crib set up, Canaan handed Duncan little Joey and put a clean sheet on the mattress.
“I think he’s sleepy. Will you rock him? I’m so glad you found the chair. No one would know you’ve never been a father.”
A little bemused at how easy it felt to do as Canaan suggested, Duncan lowered himself into the chair, held the baby against his chest, and rocked back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Joey curled one tiny hand into Duncan’s beard and sucked the thumb of his other hand, eyes getting heavier and heavier with every motion of the chair until his grip loosened and his thumb slipped from his lips.
When Duncan finally looked up, Canaan had left the room. Carefully, the alpha laid Joey in the crib, covering him with the blanket.
He found Canaan in the kitchen tossing a salad, a plate of mutton on the table.
“You hungry?” Canaan asked, glancing at Duncan.
“Starved,” Duncan said.
The whole scene—feeding, bathing, and putting the baby to bed before joining Canaan for a meal—was so domestic and out of character for Duncan, the alpha knew he should feel off kilter. But he didn’t. Instead, a wave of contentment washed over him.
The baby reached for Canaan, who picked him up and blew raspberries into his pudgy neck.
“You really want to keep him here?” Duncan asked skeptically. “Wouldn’t it be easier to let the nursery deal with him?”
“He’s all alone. I want him here.” Canaan turned away. “I’ll have to get a crib from storage, though.”
“I’ll get one for you,” Duncan said, glad to have something to do other than gawk at Canaan and the baby. The bright smile the beta gave him had Duncan quickly walking out the door. What in the hell had gotten into him lately that just a smile from Canaan made him all weird?
While he was pulling a crib out of the big storehouse where the pack kept extra furniture and supplies, Duncan decided he might as well get a highchair and a rocker as well. He lifted all three items into a cart and pulled them back to Canaan’s house.
“Look what Duncan’s brought for you, Joey!” The little boy kicked his legs excitedly in Canaan’s arms. “A bed and a highchair, and, oh! A rocker!” Canaan met Duncan’s eyes. “Good thinking.”
“I have my moments,” Duncan muttered, carrying the highchair into the house and setting it in the kitchen. “Where do you want the crib and rocker?”
Moments later, as Duncan set up the crib, he wondered why the approval and gratitude in Canaan’s eyes made him feel so damned proud of himself.
With the crib set up, Canaan handed Duncan little Joey and put a clean sheet on the mattress.
“I think he’s sleepy. Will you rock him? I’m so glad you found the chair. No one would know you’ve never been a father.”
A little bemused at how easy it felt to do as Canaan suggested, Duncan lowered himself into the chair, held the baby against his chest, and rocked back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Joey curled one tiny hand into Duncan’s beard and sucked the thumb of his other hand, eyes getting heavier and heavier with every motion of the chair until his grip loosened and his thumb slipped from his lips.
He found Canaan in the kitchen tossing a salad, a plate of mutton on the table.
“You hungry?” Canaan asked, glancing at Duncan.
“Starved,” Duncan said.
The whole scene—feeding, bathing, and putting the baby to bed before joining Canaan for a meal—was so domestic and out of character for Duncan, the alpha knew he should feel off kilter. But he didn’t. Instead, a wave of contentment washed over him.
Rebecca James loves writing MM romance with a little angst but always with a happily ever after.
Rebecca James lives in the southeastern United States. She's married and has three children, a dog, and a bunch of cats.
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