Authors: Becca Van
Pack Law 5
Rochelle Murphy is looking for adventure and takes to the road. In desperate need of a bathroom, she stops at a large estate and asks to use the facilities.
After an unconventional and humorous meeting, Jarrod, Malcolm, and Braxton Friess know that the feisty, klutzy Rochelle is their mate—and a vegetarian.
Time and again Rochelle injures herself, and whilst she is recuperating, the three Friess brothers try to woo her into their hearts as well as their beds. Finally Rochelle accepts the three brothers, but they have unintentionally left out a significant fact, which sends Rochelle looking for some time out, just as danger arrives in Aztec, New Mexico.
Will Rochelle be so repulsed she can’t face them again?
Will the three Friess brothers be able to find their mate before it is too late? Or will the lone wolf get to her first?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Pack Law 5
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Pack Law 5
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Rochelle Murphy was lost. Seriously lost. She’d meant to pull over hours ago and find a place to stay for the night, but she hadn’t seen anything bigger than a gas station in the past hour. Even finding one of those would be welcome, since she didn’t think she could hold her bladder for much longer.
She settled for pulling over on the shoulder. She wrenched the GPS off the dash and smacked the side of it with her hand. The thing had gone on the fritz over two hours ago, and even though she had been on the lookout for road signs, she hadn’t seen anything that would direct her back to the interstate. In fact, she hadn’t really been paying attention. She so loved listening to the radio and singing along that she got caught up in it and little else registered in her brain.
Chagrinned by that thought, she turned down the radio. It was time to concentrate. If she didn’t find a bathroom soon, she might just have to pull off the side of the road and go behind a tree. Rochelle shuddered at the thought. She was a woman who liked her modern conveniences.
Rochelle squinted into the darkness, but there was nothing ahead. Sighing, she pulled back onto the road.
The silence of the car weighed on her, but she didn’t turn the radio back up.
I’m just tired.
She’d been on the road for a month after leaving her dead-end job, leasing out the room of the apartment she had shared with another girl, and taking off. She wanted to see some of her own country and then maybe, when she could afford it, some of the world. Her hometown of Evansville, Kentucky, just hadn’t felt right to her, and she had no family to tie her there. So she had set out on an adventure to find what she felt in her heart was waiting for her.
Haven’t found it yet, either
She told herself to cut it out. She liked this carefree life. She’d worked her way across three states, stopping wherever she wanted and getting employment in diners, pubs, or supermarkets to replenish her cash supply. It had given her a freedom that she thought she’d never be able to sacrifice, but Rochelle still wasn’t happy. Not that she was sad. She just felt that something was missing from her life.
But she wasn’t going to wait for whatever that was to come to her. Rochelle intended to find what she was looking for by herself.
She squirmed in her seat. The only thing she needed to find right this second, though, was a bathroom. Her situation was getting downright painful.
She nearly gasped out loud when she saw lights in the distance. The lights flashed through the trees intermittently, and by the time she spied a large wrought-iron gate to what had to be a private property, she was wiggling in her seat and her bladder felt like it was about to burst.
The last thing she wanted to do was go behind a tree, so she did the only thing she could think of. Rochelle pulled into the entry of the drive and eyed the small box off the side of the gate. Beyond desperation, she got out of her car and pushed the button. As she did, she saw golden eyes glowing in the darkness just off the drive on the other side of the gates. She jumped about a foot off the ground when what appeared to be a large wolf moved toward her, sniffing the air. Just as she was about to run back and dive into her car, a deep voice came over the intercom.
“Yes, can I help you?”
With her eyes still pinned on the wolf, Rochelle cleared her throat and tried to speak. The first thing that popped out of her mouth wasn’t what she had intended to say.
“There’s a wolf.”
“Yes, don’t worry about it. The wolf won’t hurt you. What can I do for you?”
Shivers raced up and down her spine as the deep cadence of the disembodied voice washed over her, causing goose bumps to erupt all over her body.
“Uh, I know I’m being a little forward and probably rude. But I’ve been traveling for hours and am lost. I would really appreciate it if I could use your restroom.”
Rochelle cursed the breathy desperation she heard in her own voice and placed her hand over her aching bladder as she danced from one foot to the other, waiting with bated breath for an answer.
“Sure. Come up the drive to the house, and I’ll meet you out front.”
A click sounded, and Rochelle presumed the man had disconnected the intercom. The gates began to open silently. She ran back to her car, hoping the wolf wouldn’t get to her before she made it, and sighed with relief when she had the door closed. Searching as best she could through the dark, she couldn’t spot the wolf. Her overfull bladder caused her to moan in pain, but she put her car into
and headed up the driveway.
When the house finally came into view, she gasped in awe. It was huge. She didn’t think houses were built like this one anymore and felt a little overwhelmed that she had obviously stopped at some rich asshole’s mansion.
Her imagination brought forth an eccentric elderly man with gray hair and a body made beefy from too much easy living. The owner would have to be eccentric to let a wolf roam the grounds. But she couldn’t have been more wrong.
She stared as she slowed her car near the entry and gaped as the biggest, most muscular mountain of a man she’d ever seen came down the steps. His bald head gleamed under the lights and his shoulders rippled beneath the knit cotton of his T-shirt. Standing at around six foot five and probably coming in at two hundred and eighty pounds, he looked like a linebacker with his massive biceps and pecs and his strong, brawny thighs. A jagged scar ran from just above his left eyebrow and down his cheek, but instead of detracting from his looks, it immediately brought to mind swashbuckling pirates. But the mark reminded her of the wolf she had seen and the claws it no doubt had.
Rochelle opened her door before he reached it and stood. She didn’t want to feel even more intimidated by meeting the man sitting on her ass.
“Hi, I’m Jarrod Friess. And you are?”
“Rochelle Murphy. I’m sorry for disturbing your evening, but thank you from the bottom of my heart,” she said with another little wiggle.
“If you would like to come inside, I’ll let you use the bathroom.” She saw his mouth twitch with amusement, but that wasn’t the only emotion on his face. The heated look in his eyes gave her pause. But she was too distressed to worry about him just then.
“Thanks,” Rochelle squeaked, slamming her car door closed and following Jarrod inside.