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  The Men of Five-O #7

  Goddess of Were

  Batya Venificus has lost her wolf while trying to maintain face in the human world. She decides that she wants to be in control of giving up her virginity and picks the perfect man. But her mates show up, as evil rogues abduct her. She is stubborn and independent as she fights her own destiny and the mates meant to complete her.

  Derry, Eamon, and Talib Sinclair are warriors and used to the motto, "Improvise, adapt and overcome." So when their defiant mate loses focus of her wolf, and denies the attraction between them, they persuade her in ways only experienced wolves know how. With seduction, charm, and a bit of tough love, together they complete the mating bond. Now if only that evil power would stop getting in the way, so that Batya can see her true potential as their mate and as an Alpha wolf destined for greatness.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quarte, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves

  Length: 38,344 words

  GODDESS OF WERE

  The Men of Five-O #7

  Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  GODDESS OF WERE

  Copyright © 2014 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62741-331-2

  First E-book Publication: February 2014

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  DEDICATION

  Dear readers,

  Thank you for your continued support and for taking time to enjoy another journey in the world of my Five-O series.

  This story is special for many reasons. I think that we all can relate to Batya and the conflicts she is faced with in accepting her fate and her heritage.

  She has been living life for the most part as a human, working in the city, helping to protect Weres and their political positions in the human world. Yet, she fears the commitment and to some extent the control and predetermination that being home with her Were packs represent.

  She becomes so dead set on ignoring her Were heritage, her intended mates, and keeping in control of her individuality and identity, that she loses her grasp on what is so very important. Her role in the future of all Were.

  May you enjoy Batya’s journey in discovering the importance of the families we come from. Even though we may sometimes stray and be pulled away by the forces of things that seem so much more important than family and one’s identity, we can always return. For every journey, every experience, even after mistakes, successes, and adventures, can lead us back to home, and to a place where the simple things help to find the one part of us thought to be lost.

  Join Batya as she finds her fate, her destiny, and ultimately, her wolf.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  About the Author

  GODDESS OF WERE

  The Men of Five-O #7

  DIXIE LYNN DWYER

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter 1

  Batya was looking over the advertising campaign funds on the computer. It didn’t add up. Where were these extra funds coming in from? Not that this was her job, but considering that her boss, a member of the circle of elders, Micah Burla, provided her this part-time job while in college, she was trying to impress him. Not that she really liked politics. It was more like a natural ability that came to her. She loved her family heritage, but she also loved the human way of life.

  Mixed in with the humans, she didn’t have to worry about who recognized her as the daughter of the Chosen One, a royal heir to the Venificus, but instead, a single, hopefully sexy blonde with brains and attitude to boot.

  Being a wolf, she did have more self-confidence and sex appeal than regular human women. It was obvious by the daggers women sent toward her with their eyes whenever she entered a room.

  Now in her twenties, working for the council member Micah, as well as at his hotel and conference center in the city, she lived a very busy, lavish lifestyle. Well, at least she made enough money to live that type of lifestyle, but she didn’t. She was modest and rather stingy with her money. Mostly placed investments in things she overheard while flirting with businessmen, trying to assist in snagging more votes for Micah, and also while searching for the right man to give her virginity to. The thought made her belly tighten and a feeling of guilt hit her. Why should I feel guilty? This is my body. I should have a right to give it to whomever I wish.

  She remembered the scene that would always play out in her head. A reminder of what it truly meant to be mated. Once chosen, a female wolf was to serve her Alpha wolf or wolves to the fullest. Despite seeing the love, the equality between her mother Charity and her fathers, ther
e was still that memory of the one wolf who came to the estate. She would never forget him. The look of possession and anger in his eyes. He had fooled her parents, when he claimed to introduce his mate to them, and describe the love and the bond they shared. Later, while playing with her friends in a game of hide-and-seek, she stumbled upon that same wolf. He was ordering his mate to do as she was told. He struck her then forced her to kneel before him and give him pleasure.

  Batya’s chest tightened and tears filled her eyes. That wolf was cruel, demanding, and his treatment of his mate despicable. It placed a fear in Batya about what may come one day for her. It was part of the reason why she decided to venture off into the city for college and for a career. She wanted to be in control of her destiny. She wanted to find and choose her lovers. And as a modern Were, she had every right to give her body to whomever she so pleased. If and when she found a mate, she would deal with the consequences. Perhaps she never would find a mate. It had happened before. Just because she was from royalty, didn’t mean that she was special.

  She never was special in any specific way in regards to her pack. But here in the city, assisting Micah, establishing her identity, her independence, and her own hefty savings account, she was succeeding in life, on her own and not under the strong arm of a man.

  She took a deep breath and scanned the computer again. A bit more digging and she’d get to the bottom of this.

  She felt that sensation in her gut. It was an instinct, a sign that warned her that something was up with this.

  Her cell phone rang, startling her.

  She chuckled at her own foolish thoughts and for making herself nervous. She wasn’t doing anything wrong by looking at these private files. She was ensuring that nothing would get in the way of Micah’s election goals.

  Glancing at her cell she saw that it was one of her fathers.

  “Hello?”

  “Batya, did you not receive our calls about coming home this weekend?” Maximus asked her.

  She released an annoyed sigh.

  There was no need for him to worry about her. With all the crazy stuff that just went down with Ariella and her mates, Batya’s brothers, there was enough for her fathers to worry about.

  “I can assure you that I am safe where I am.”

  “Batya, there are things going on that I cannot discuss over the phone. Your brothers, fathers, and mother are asking you to come home this weekend. It’s not safe for any of our pack members. We don’t know who is behind all the attacks and the recent attempt on Ariella.”

  “Father, I work amongst the humans. I am working for Micah, and he has his own team of security. As a matter of fact, he was just inquiring about added security with Caliber. I believe that the family company is sending along a team for me to interview along with Micah and his current security staff?”

  Maximus sighed in annoyance. “I don’t understand why you find it necessary to distance yourself from the family. There are jobs you can do closer. Hell, you’ve invested and made enough money that you probably don’t even have to work. Why are you so opposed to coming home?” he asked, his tone making the little girl in her quiver with fear of angering her Alpha father. It was another reason to stay clear of the royal family. She wanted to make her own choices, her own decisions. She didn’t want to be tied down by pack rules and dominant Alpha males who instantly expected submission and respect. She was a modern woman in a human-dominated field and world. She liked it. That was why she was trying to find the right human male to give her virginity to.

  “Father, I can assure you that I am not purposely trying to avoid the family. I like my life here in the city. I’ll be around for any special events or family gatherings.”

  “Then come here this weekend. The family and our friends will all be joining us. Your brothers will be taking over the position on the throne soon enough. There are meetings, public events, and having my daughter here as part of the celebrations and festivities is important.”

  “Please. No one will care if I am there or not. Just tell them that I am a career woman. Hell, tell them that I am the assistant to a member of the circle. That should leave them with no reason to bad-mouth me at all.”

  “Batya, I cannot believe how defiant you are to your heritage and to being of the wolf. You are royalty. Your fathers, mother, and I could put our foot down and end this nonsense of independence and professional career. You are of mating age, and this concerns us as well.”

  “Okay, now you’ve gone and bypassed the whole comfort zone conversation. My sex life is off-limits.”

  “Sex life?” he roared into the phone.

  She cringed, but half wanted to giggle.

  Her fathers were old school. Every time she would visit, Maximus, Luther, or Dante would just happen to have invited over some single wolves that were part of elite families of local packs. She was not going to be part of a package deal to secure the packs existence.

  “Yes, father. My sex life is off-limits. I really need to go. I have a lot to do today and a date tonight.”

  “A date? With who?”

  “Like I would tell you! You’d have some security team here in a flash monitoring the date. Don’t worry. He’s human.”

  “Human?” Maximus roared again. “My daughter, a royal, will not be mixing bloodlines with humans. Enough of this nonsense, Batya. I’m concerned about you, about the trouble brewing, and the massive investigation currently going on.”

  “I’ll be fine. I’ll call you on Friday and see if I can make it this weekend. I have a late date on Friday and another on Saturday.”

  “The same human?” he asked, sounding so frazzled that she chuckled. She shouldn’t be enjoying this so much, but truth was, life up until a few months ago was boring and monotonous. She changed all that when she decided to start making decisions for herself and not following traditional pack rules.

  “Of course not, father. Three different men. I must go now. Talk to you soon,” she stated and heard his angry growl as she disconnected the call.

  She felt a bit guilty about doing that, but she knew that Maximus would get over it quick enough. Batya felt that she needed to stand her ground. With her brothers finding their mate, Ariella, a close friend of the family’s and Batya’s, and them taking over the throne as the new head royalty and Alphas, the family would be busy planning. Batya could also avoid being bombarded with questions of why she wasn’t mated yet, as well as avoid any setups of potential suitors by her fathers.

  I am not ready to be mated.

  Her cell phone buzzed, indicating that there was a text message.

  She peeked at it and smiled instantly.

  Alan Sparks’s face appeared on the screen. The chief executive officer to one of the largest financial firms in the country. A total hottie with a lot of charm and the experience needed to make her first time a lasting memory.

  She read his text as she leaned back in the chair.

  Looking forward to tonight. My driver will pick you up at 7:00 p.m. It’s a black-tie affair. Wear something red. 

  She inhaled and then exhaled feeling her heart pick up beat. It wasn’t that racy feeling she thought she would get once she made her decision on who to bed. But it was something. Maybe she was overthinking this? Wolves, after all, were very sexual creatures. She understood that, as well as all the customs, traditions, and hierarchy associated with wolf packs, but she didn’t want that life. She didn’t want the binds of a life like that. Exploring her sexuality freely now would make her more capable of accepting sexual advances later in life if and when her mate or mates came along.

  That was another thing. It was a tradition, a way of their pack for more than one wolf to mate with a female wolf. Well, that was if that was what the goddesses intended. Knowing her family history and the other packs within the realm, having more than one wolf mated to her was a great possibility.

  She needed to be ready. Yes, that’s it. I need practice, because practice makes perfect, and at least I’m making th
e decision on who gets to have me so intimately.

  She immediately texted back.

  As you wish. I look forward to the evening. See you at 7:00 p.m.

  * * * *

  Batya waited patiently for the limo to arrive. The driver told her that Mr. Sparks was already at the event because a meeting was occurring prior to the festivities and guests arriving. But he assured her that he would be there to greet her as the car arrived.

  Batya smiled and enjoyed the glass of champagne that the driver had poured for her. She stared at the abundant amount of cleavage pushing from the top of her dress, and damned the things for being so big. It was an asset many men found instantly appealing, and tonight she was definitely going to use them to lure in her prey. She felt her wolf stir. It had been months since she allowed it free to explore the woods, hunt, and play, as a wolf was so accustomed to. Perhaps she would travel into the country this weekend, just for a day to allow her wolf that freedom.

  As the limo waited in line behind other vehicles at the drop-off location, she took the time to recheck her makeup and adjusted her dress.

  It was tight and red, with sequins and silk that clung to her shapely figure. She felt sexy and alive.

  After a glance in the mirror she ran her hands through her long blonde hair, and checked her eye makeup as her green eyes sparkled.

  Tonight was special, and Alan Sparks was one very lucky man.

  The car stopped and the driver got out. With one last shaky breath, she waited for the door to open, and the moment she stepped out, she was pleasantly surprised to see him standing there.