Sold To The Werewolf: A Wolf Shifter Biker Romantic Suspense by Summer Cooper

been instructed to follow your instructions and wishes. He’s already been taken care of.”
    Jane felt tears filling her eyes, her joy and gratitude overwhelming. She almost sobbed in happiness.
    “Thank you.” That was all she could manage for the moment and held a large linen napkin to her eyes. In that moment she was grateful for the dim candlelight. She could hide in the shadows.
    “You’re welcome. Now, do you want dessert or do we drive back to see your Charlie?”
    “Charlie, please. I’d like to check on him.”
    Zare paid the bill and soon they sped away in a very expensive sports car that Jane couldn’t identify but loved. The tan leather seats seemed to envelope her in luxury and comfort. She looked at the car, at the seemingly simple man across from her and began to wonder. Were the rumors true? Was he a drug dealer? He had money, that was certain, but the kind of money to pay for Charlie’s treatment and a car like this? That was more than just dealing drugs. A lot more.
    Jane felt a shiver go down her spine and pushed the thoughts away. If it kept Charlie alive she didn’t care what Zare was involved in. Not one bit. That might be selfish but she didn’t care, Charlie was all that mattered.
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    Z are took Jane home and went back to his office, a building off the highway, down a long dirt road. For over three hundred years his family owned the property, property that passed from one generation to the next. It was Zare’s turn. As the only child of his father he’d inherited the property, the wealth, and the upkeep of the clan.
    Over the generations the clan had grown larger, then smaller, fluctuating throughout time. The members of the clan, those that had made the change, lived much longer than the average person, sometimes living up to two or even three centuries before their bodies started to age rapidly before death. Zare was, in fact, 20 years older than the mid-30s that his body displayed, closer to fifty-five than thirty-five. His birth certificate and the deeds to the property reflected his body’s age, not his actual age. Having clan members in local government offices helped in that regard.
    Keeping a low profile and still running the family business took some effort and Zare was in charge of making sure every member of the clan stayed within the boundaries set up for them by Zare’s father, Caleb. Sometimes Zare felt as though he was failing his father and that the clan was endangered by the technological advances the world had produced but he had plans, plans that some disagreed with, but still the best plan for the clan. Time was running out on how long the family business could be maintained, the many fronts they’d used over the generations being phased out by computers and cell phones. There weren’t many places left to hide in the world and rather than moving the entire clan to remote part of the world Zare had come up with his current plan. He just had to overcome a few naysayers' objections.
    Zare watched as members of the clan counted stacks of plastic wrapped bales and went into the office. Sitting in the chair opposite his desk was one of those naysayers.
    “Now, let’s discuss how far down in the ground I’ll bury you if I hear any more about your machinations and schemes, Joel.” Zare sat down, a grim smile on his face as he stared at the black haired man sitting across from him. When the smile disappeared, replaced with a cold malice that was far more threatening, the man began to talk.
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    J ane changed from the light blue dress she had on and into a pair of yoga pants and a flowing long-sleeved shirt. It was always cold in Charlie’s hospital room. She put her long dark hair in a braid, picked out a new e-book and made sure her e-reader’s charger was in her handbag. She had a long night ahead of her and she was as prepared as she could be from here.
    Jane didn’t expect an immediate change in Charlie’s health but she felt something she hadn’t felt in a