Wolf's Kingdom: (COBRA Coalition) (Caedmon Wolves Book 8)
Wolf’s Kingdom
(COBRA Coalition Book One) (Caedmon Wolves Book Eight)
Amber Ella Monroe
Wolf’s Kingdom (COBRA Coalition) (Caedmon Wolves)
Copyright © August 2017 by Amber Ella Monroe
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Contents
Newsletter
Other Paranormal Romance Titles
Caedmon Wolves Series Reading Order
Book Summary
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Message from Amber Ella Monroe
What’s Next
Caedmon Wolves Series
Caedmon Wolves
WOLF’S HAVEN (BOOK 1)
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
BONUS EPILOGUE
WOLF’S PROMISE (BOOK 2)
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
WOLF’S TOUCH (BOOK 3)
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
NEXT BOOK: WOLF’S DESIRE
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Other Paranormal Romance Titles
CAEDMON WOLVES
Wolf’s Haven
Wolf’s Promise
Wolf’s Touch
Wolf’s Desire
Wolf’s Strength
Wolf’s Honor
Wolf’s Temptation
Wolf’s Kingdom (COBRA Coalition)
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DRESDAN COVEN
Prelude
Donor
Requiem
The Dresdan Coven Trilogy
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WOLF IN EXILE
Captured
Unchained
Ascend
Reclaimed
Bound
Wolf in Exile: The Complete Edition
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ASPEN VALLEY WOLF PACK
Shifter Untamed
Wolf Unbound
Outlaw Unleashed
Omega Unmasked
Rebel Unveiled
Mountain Wolf
Rogue Wolf
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Caedmon Wolves Series Reading Order
CAEDMON WOLVES READING ORDER:
1. WOLF’S HAVEN
2. WOLF’S PROMISE
3. WOLF’S TOUCH
4. WOLF’S DESIRE
5. WOLF’S STRENGTH
6. WOLF’S HONOR
7. WOLF’S TEMPTATION
8. WOLF’S KINGDOM (COBRA Coalition)
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Wolf’s Temptation (Caedmon Wolves 7)
Book Summary
My name is Tristan Vasilije Arnou. Alpha of my Pack. Fabled and feared wolf who killed his father—his flesh and blood. I am everything they say I am, but what I am not is defeated.
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I’ve been after one thing for longer than I can remember. I’ve won the game, but have yet to claim the prize I was promised—my kingdom.
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I’m done playing games. I’ll take what’s mine. I’ll crush anyone who stands in my way. And if I have to be an unfeeling, controlling, manipulative beast, I’ll be that man. After all, rules don’t exist after the game has ended.
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I’ve never admitted my weaknesses to anyone, but there’s a first time for everything. And there may be one obstacle that’s complicated enough to stop me. My greatest weakness is her. My mate, Elisa. The Caedmon witch with the power to end it all.
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She’ll either spark a feud that will mark the beginning of my reign or she’ll be the death of me.
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I guess we shall see…
Chapter One
Tristan
I smelled the bloodshed from the lot of the old abandoned factory, but none of that fazed me. This wasn't the first time I'd seen or smelled spilled blood, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. I hadn't even stepped foot inside the building, but the whole area reeked of the dead.
"How long has it been?" I asked Mitchell, the human soldier to the right of me. He'd been the one to call m
e about the incident which then led to my driver re-routing me to the area.
Three full grown shifters fell into step beside me, but of course, they were all in human form.
Mitchell quickened his pace to catch up with my long, hurried strides and then replied, "A day or two. I won't know until we order the full investigation. Stewart found them. They were supposed to make the drop you ordered here and when they didn't return…"
"Fuck!" I growled out in frustration.
Not only had I lost Elite soldiers, I had also lost property and money. Time was also wasting away.
I looked down at my wrist watch. The Caedmon wedding that I was supposed to attend was scheduled to begin in less than fifteen minutes, yet I was more than a half hour away dealing with dead bodies instead. But this was my life. Unexpected fucking detours were always getting in the way of my plans. But this was the life I'd chosen.
I loosened my tie and pushed forth into the factory. The scene was just as gruesome as Mitchell had described it to me. Three bodies lie on the floor in a poodle of their own blood. All of them were Elites in my unit. Two shifters and one human. From the looks of things, the killer seemed to have caught the men off guard. There were no signs of a struggle. None of the work tables or furniture pieces were misplaced. The kill shots were clean. All of the deceased were hit once in the face. The bloody bits of shattered teeth and brain matter decorating the wall behind us told me they were shot at close range in quick succession.
"Have you ordered a cleanup yet?" I asked, bending down and using a cloth handkerchief to retrieve a slug from the floor.
"Not yet. We couldn't find the package anywhere. We assume the killer took that," Mitchell exclaimed. "And the buyer has backed out."
I grimaced and clenched my jaws just as my canines distended. Turning away from Mitchell, I focused on the gruesome scene again.
"Have you heard from Brandon? About the Zovics? Have they been spotted again?" I inquired.
"Brandon says his crew's got nothing," Mitchell confirmed.
I kept my growl low and my wolf in check. Just the thought of knowing that the family I had once worked for was behind this shooting fueled my rage even more. This wasn't random. This was personal.
"Call our coroner and order the cleanup," I told him between deep breaths, willing my wolf to reign himself back in.
"I'm on it now." Mitchell pulled out his cell. "Should I call a crew in to hunt down any leads?"
"No." I unfolded from my crouching position and rose. "I'll take care of that part." I slipped the slug into my back pocket and threw the handkerchief to the ground. "There was a tracking device in the bag. I'll need the coordinates by the time I get back from my event."
"I'm on it," Mitchell said, and then bowed his head and punched some buttons on the keypad of his cell phone.
I exited the abandoned factory building more aggravated than I was when I first learned that the deal had gone all wrong. My suspicions about someone trying to tear me and my unit down had just been elevated.
Chapter Two
Tristan
I instructed my driver to get me to the Caedmon Village as quickly as possible. Caedmon events usually lasted well into the night, but I despised being late. This wasn't an event I could miss. One, it would've looked bad for me not show up after I promised I'd be there. And two, after learning that Elisa had already arrived, I couldn't pass up the chance to see her again. How long had it been since I'd seen her? A few weeks…maybe even a month. All I could think about on the way there was her. I was more interested in seeing her than getting to the wedding. I knew that was selfish, but at least I wasn't lying to myself. She was all that mattered to me anymore. My mate—whom I had yet to claim—and my kingdom. I held those two possessions high above all others. Which was why that as soon as I found out who had intercepted that drop, I would make them pay.
"Are you okay, Alpha?" Brian Hexel, one of my most loyal Enforcers asked me.
He must have sensed my escalating anger.
"Not really," I replied.
"Maybe you should get some rest. Your congratulations to the bride and groom can wait. Should I send word to Devin Caedmon that you won't be able to make it and tell the driver to head back to the compound?" Brian asked.
"No, you shouldn't," I simply said.
Brian sat back in his seat and left me alone. He knew me well. My short replies told him that I was beyond angry, but trying my best to hold my emotions in.
I pushed a button on the control panel near me and the windows rolled down. The wind gushed across my face as the limo sped along the freeway. I closed my eyes and welcomed the thick, dense atmosphere of the countryside. I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes, allowing the breeze to wash away my anger. The last thing I wanted to do was show Elisa how full of angst I was tonight. The little witch was good at picking up on my emotions—good and bad. There was nothing I could hide from her.
Before long, I was in a deep state of meditation and my thoughts began to roam elsewhere.
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I followed Anderson Arnou, my father, out of the limousine. The drive over to the mansion of the Underboss Vincent Zovic-Reynolds had taken a half hour but his driver had insisted that we take the less scenic route. Between the flight to Philly and the mix-up with the rooms at the hotel we booked, I hadn't slept for nearly twenty hours, but father had insisted that I needed to learn the ropes if I was ever going to get a job with the Zovics just like him. Just like my grandfather. They said I wasn't a boy anymore. I was thirteen. Nearly a man now.
"You're finally here," Vincent—Vinny, for short—clapped my father on the back and led him up the driveway to the mansion which was bustling and alive with excited guests everywhere. It was Vincent's fortieth birthday and he'd thrown a great big party with a casino theme.
"I see great things to come, Anderson," Vincent was telling my father. "With this third division in the north, we'll triple our earnings in no time."
"No doubt," my father agreed.
Some strippers that were being paid to entertain closed in on us. They didn't seem to mind that I was so young and they touched me on the chest, back, and neck—whispering dirty things in my ears. I kept my hands to myself. My father had told me this meeting was about business. I quickened my pace and closed the gap between myself and my father.
"Let's go somewhere quiet and have a drink. I'm gonna leave the party to the young ones now," Vincent said, leading my father across the ballroom where most of the guests were mingling. “Jovan should be around here somewhere. Goran sent him to sign some papers in his absence just in case we come to an agreement tonight."
"The Boss couldn't make it tonight, huh? He's in London, right?" my father inquired.
"Probably so. Maybe even hunting down the next big thing in that strange place. Me…I like to keep it domestic if you know what I'm saying."
"I get that," my father said.
"Are you sure that you and Tristan wouldn't like to stay with me for the time being? We have a guest house in the back," Vincent offered.
"I appreciate the offer. The hotel suits us," my father replied.
"Come then. I have a full bar in my office."
My father glanced behind his shoulder, probably trying to make sure that I was still behind him. I'd been known to get lost—on purpose—on many occasions.
He led us down a hallway and then opened the door to what looked like a room. I thought I saw a chess game with the pieces on the board. Chess had come to be my favorite game. Before my father and I stepped foot into the office, someone came running down the hallway.
I recognized the person to be my cousin and son of the Boss, Jovan Zovic.
"Vinny! Vinny!" he called out. "You've gotta come. Something's going on in the basement."
"What's going on down there?"
At fifteen years old, Jovan was about two years older than me, but he'd been schooled all of his life by the Zovic men. He was being tutored by his grandfather, a former Boss, an
d was currently now being groomed by his father, Goran, the current Boss.
Jovan moved his hands frantically in the direction of the back hallway where he came from and said, "It's Daniel…he—he has that girl Sophia down there." He looked confused. "She says—"
"Sophia is here…?" Vincent asked.
Jovan nodded.
"What is she doing here?" Vincent grumbled.