Sanibel Seduction - Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Four) by Talyn Scott

your female, and the Pack gets that. We honestly do.” He flattened his palms on Gage’s oversized desk, leaning down for some serious eye contact. “But humans have a problem with werewolves running around all willy-nilly on their rooftops!”
    “Point made.”
    He wasn't finished, “Without the cover of darkness!”
    “Can we drop this?” Staring at three Alphas instead of one, Gage closed his eyes, willing his head to mend quickly so he could hunt her in peace this upcoming night.
    “Oh, I’m just getting started, pal.” He raised his hand and pointed a long finger at Gage’s nose. “If we didn’t have Beasts in the local police department, all those calls coming in from the locals and tourists would have been investigated. What if those reports had been pushed through?” He closed his eyes and snapped them open again, “We are born of arrogant creatures. No one knows that better than I do. However, the only way for me to drop this is if you drop your pride quite a bit. Starting with accepting the pack’s help,” Jayce’s voice held the honed edge of a lethal blade.
    “I don’t need any help -”
    The Alpha growled low, flashing his beast, “Blood is pouring out of both sides of your head. You’re not one-hundred percent. Shit, you’re not fifty percent! You require help. At least until you stop bleeding all over the damn place. Don’t even think about challenging this! God help you if you challenge me. In the shape you’re in, you will die before I even get warmed up.”
    Gage seriously doubted that, but he threw both hands up in a show of deference before leaning back in his chair. “I apologize, sire.”
    “Damned straight you’ll apologize, you unpinned grenade.” Jayce gestured at Heath and Jude Faden. “These two are your best bet: trackers from Ciaran’s bloodline Bane will spare for this week only. They’re on the hunt for Sayer. Last night, I sent him to represent Jordan Marketing at a charity gala located in the Everglades, and he’s been missing since. We expect foul play. Work together and solve both issues. You can utilize their inherent abilities to find what’s yours, and they can use your power to help find our missing male.” He nailed Gage with narrowed eyes brooking no argument. “Starting tonight!”
    Bren nodded at the trackers and headed towards the door. “My offer of assistance still stands, Gage,” he threw over his shoulder on the way out. “Keep in mind there’s blood in the water. Your blood. Predators are circling, and your female needs to be under the Pack’s protection quickly.”
    “I’ve made myself clear, Gage,” Jayce added. "You’re a mess. Straighten this shit out. You know where I am if you need me. I better not find you faced down in an alley again, especially while still in full transformation.” Jayce followed Bren out to leave the three at it.
    Jude walked forward and planted himself in the dense, black leather chair, crossing his ankles on Gage’s desk. “It’s good to be working with you again, Ancient One.”
    Gage scoffed, “Hardly.” Sure he was ancient, but he didn’t look a day older than either of them. And he could take on the Scottish duo simultaneously, even while sporting a skull fracture.
    “Oh, then how old are you?” Jude had wandered more than his brother had and dropped any detectable brogue.
    “None of your fucking business.”
    Wisely, Heath got down to brass. “Describe your lass’s scent. We’re wastin’ time better spent huntin’. Night will draw soon enough.”
    Gage rubbed a palm over his mouth, salivating at the thought of her . He had his mate within a mile’s radius and couldn’t get any closer. No lead, no trail, no way of finding her in a bustling Miami square pulsating with wall-to-wall clubs and rutting, sex-starved humans. Then - when he least expected it - a reprieve turned into a nightmare. “I’ve never smelled anything so beautiful.”
    Heath sat in the adjacent chair, stretching his