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  Daddy Wolf’s Little Seer

  Silver Wolf Shifters Book 1

  BE Kelly

  Contents

  Gray

  Kaiah

  Gray

  Kaiah

  Gray

  Kaiah

  Gray

  Kaiah

  Gray

  Kaiah

  Gray

  Kaiah

  Gray

  Kaiah

  Gray

  Kaiah

  Gray

  Kaiah

  Gray

  Kaiah

  Nomad

  Lilith

  Nix

  Wren

  Husk

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  Daddy Wolf’s Little Seer (Silver Wolf Shifters Book 1)

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  First Print Edition: August 2020

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

  Gray

  Gray watched Kaiah as she made her way around the crowded outdoor farmer’s market. She’d be pissed knowing that he was keeping an eye on her—basically stalking her after she told him not to. Hell, she told him to stay the fuck out of her life but that wasn’t going to be possible. He knew that the hunter’s renewed interest in both Kaiah and Aylen wasn’t something that he’d be able to ignore. Rios was beside himself with worry about Aylen and his son. He made sure to get them as far from New Orleans and their club, Perdition, as possible. Rios was smart to take his woman and kid away from danger but when Aylen insisted that Kaiah join them, she refused. Rios made Gray swear that he’d keep Kaiah safe and that was exactly what he planned on doing—whether she liked it or not.

  Aylen made Kaiah move into Gray’s small home as a stipulation for letting her stay in NOLA and Kaiah reluctantly agreed. Aylen made up some sappy story about not wanting to worry about her sister while they were on the run and Kaiah didn’t want to give her sister anything else to upset her. What her sister didn’t tell her was that Kaiah would also have someone watching her twenty-four seven. At the last meeting that Rios attended before high tailing it out of town, he asked for volunteers to help keep the sexy little seer under strict surveillance. And when just about every damn biker in that place raised his hand for the job, Gray felt about ready to rip their fucking arms off. He had enough and that was when he lost his mind and shouted to the whole bar that Kaiah was his and that anyone who fucking touched her would live to regret it. The thought of any of his shifter brothers laying one paw on her made him want to burn down Tito’s with everyone in it. Kaiah had that effect on him—made him irrational and want things that he had no right wanting.

  He had a family once—a wife and two pups but they were gone now and at forty-five, Gray was pretty sure that ship had left the harbor and set sail. But being around Kaiah made him think about things he hadn’t for years and that dredged up so many painful memories that he’d sooner forget. Wanting Kaiah wasn’t something he could let himself do—it was too dangerous but having his shifter brothers sniffing around her wasn’t something he could stand by and watch happen either.

  He did a quick scan of the market and realized that he lost track of the crafty seer. She was just buying a bouquet of fresh flowers and now she was gone. Gray panicked and did a quick search of the other venders that she usually shopped with. This was his fourth time trailing her to the farmer’s market in town and he had to admit, he liked spending the day out in the fresh air watching sexy little Kaiah buy pretty flowers for his kitchen table—not that he’d ever tell her that. Whenever she put them out, he’d grumble something about her making his place too girlie but deep down, he loved the way she had made his old house feel like a home again.

  “Gray,” Kaiah whispered his name from behind where he stood, damn near making him jump out of his skin.

  “Fuck, Kaiah,” he growled. “You damn near scared the piss out of me.”

  Kaiah giggled, “You do have such colorful ways of saying things, Gray,” she teased. “What are you doing here?” she asked. She looked him up and down as if sizing him up. “I’m guessing you aren’t here to buy anything since you have no bags and your lurking over here in the corner.” Kaiah squinted her eyes at him and he could tell the exact minute she realized what he was doing. “You’re here babysitting me, aren’t you?” she asked.

  “I thought we agreed that you would stay the fuck out of my head,” he shouted, towering over her small frame. Kaiah leaned into his body as she always did, sending him such mixed messages. “Shit, Kaiah,” he grumbled. “When you do that it makes me crazy.”

  “Do what?” she whispered, craning her neck to look up at him. She was so close he could feel her warm breath and all he could think about doing was pulling her up against his body and taking what he wanted from her.

  “You know exactly what you are doing to me, Kid,” he said. She backed down from him just as soon as she heard the nickname he used for her. Gray knew she hated it and hell, maybe that’s why he used it so often. It was almost like throwing a bucket of cold water on the little hellcat. Every time he called her, “Kid,” she seemed to lose some interest in him and backed down.

  “I told you not to call me that, Gray. I’m not a fucking kid—I’m twenty-eight and a divorced woman to boot,” she said, pushing her long, dark hair over her shoulder. God, what he’d give to kiss his way down her slender neck and hear her panting out in need for him.

  “Why don’t you just do it then, Gray?” she challenged. She looked him over, staring him down as if daring him to accuse her of reading his damn mind again. That was the trouble with wanting a seer—she knew every damn dirty thought he had running around his crazy head about her.

  “Not going to happen, Kid,” he said. Gray took the bags full of produce from her and headed back over to where she had parked her truck. “You about ready to head back home?” he called over his shoulder. He chanced a look back at the sultry seer and yeah, she was good and pissed. Kaiah put her hands on her curvy little hips and started after him.

  “You can’t keep denying your feelings for me, Gray. You know I can hear everything you don’t tell me. It’s not a secret that I want you too—why not just let yourself have what you want?” she questioned. She was running alongside him, trying to keep up with his fast pace. He wanted to get her into her truck and then find his own because the last thing he wanted to do was have this conversation with Kaiah. He had been avoiding it for months now.

  When they got back to NOLA from their time running from the hunters, he thought for sure that would be the end of his time with the sexy little seer. Hell, he thought she’d head back to New Mexico to live with her grandmother. Her divorce was finalized and she was talking about starting over again and finding her path to walk. Gray wanted to ask her to give him a damn chance to walk that road with
her but he didn’t want to assume that she’d welcome his company. He was an old shifter with too much baggage and Kaiah deserved so much more.

  But, then she announced that she was staying in New Orleans to be close to Aylen and her nephew. She moved in with Rios and Aylen and he had to admit that watching Kaiah give Rios shit around every corner was entertaining. Rios didn’t seem to mind much though since his woman seemed happy to have her sister around. Kaiah even took a job at Tito’s which housed his MC—Perdition. She was a waitress and Rios was even training her to bartend which was just what Gray didn’t want to happen. The guys were a little too welcoming to Kaiah and he didn’t like the shit that they thought about her. Yeah—he had heard all their dirty, sleazy thoughts about the new waitress at Tito’s whenever they’d shift. It was one of the things that shifter wolves could do when they were in wolf form, hear each other’s thoughts. It didn’t usually bother him but when it came to the things his brothers were thinking about Kaiah, he was beginning to hate having to shift into his wolf form.

  “Gray,” she shouted, laying her hand on his arm. Every time she touched him felt like a fire licked his skin. “You can’t keep avoiding me. You’ve been denying both of us for months now and I think it’s about time you act on what you’re thinking. I’d say yes, Gray,” she promised. He brushed past her and opened her truck, putting the bags in the passenger seat.

  “You need to fucking lock your truck, Kaiah. In case you forgot, hunters are not just after Aylen, they’re after you too. Don’t do something stupid like hand yourself over to them on a silver platter just because you’re too lazy to pull your keys out of your pocket and lock your pick-up,” Gray accused. Yeah—he sounded like a first-class asshole but he didn’t give a shit. The sooner Kaiah saw that side of him, the better off she’d be.

  “Gray,” she whispered. She took a step back from him as if he physically assaulted her. “You don’t have to be mean to me.”

  “Mean to you?” he barked. “Fuck, Kaiah—I’ve been nothing but sweet to you since the day we met. It’s about time you meet the real me.” Kaiah shook her head and put her damn hand back on his forearm.

  “This isn’t the real you, Gray. You forget that I can see inside of that thick skull of yours and I know who you are. You are one of the kindest men I’ve ever known. I know what happened to your wife and kids but that wasn’t your fault,” Kaiah whispered.

  Now it was his turn to act hurt and offended. “Stay the fuck out of my head, Kid,” he growled. “You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about so keep your nose out of my fucking business,” he shouted. He turned to walk back over to where his truck was parked just a few spaces down. He was done talking about all of this and having a shouting match in the parking lot of the farmer’s market wasn’t how he wanted to spend his day. No—he’d call in some backup and take a break from babysitting sexy little Kaiah, he’d earned it. Today, he just wanted to head into Tito’s and drink himself stupid. He wanted to drink until he forgot the sexy vixen staring back at him, boring holes into the back of his skull. He pulled out his cell and called Trace. His club’s Prez and pack’s alpha would need to take a turn with Kaiah because as far as he was concerned, he was off the clock.

  “Gray,” Trace barked into the cell.

  “Trace, man—you’re up. I’m done chasing Kaiah around. Call in one of the other guys to babysit her today. I need some time off,” he ordered.

  Trace laughed into the other end of the line. “That bad, huh?” he teased.

  “Even worse,” Gray said and ended the call. It was time for him to get his head on straight and stop thinking about the woman he couldn’t have. He was old enough to be Kaiah’s daddy and the sooner they both came to accept that, the better.

  Gray spent the rest of the afternoon sulking about giving up time following sexy little Kaiah around but that was his call. He was the one who gave up the right to watch her every move. Now, that duty fell to one of Perdition’s members and he just hoped like hell that the guy in charge of tailing her now remembered his warning. He announced that Kaiah was his but not every man in his club was on the up and up and would honor his calling dibs on the sexy seer.

  He decided to head over to Tito’s and get some measurements for the new bar top he was building before most of the guys showed up. He didn’t want to have to explain why he took the rest of the day off from watching Kaiah and he especially didn’t want to have to deal with Trace giving him any shit. Plus, he wanted to get shit faced before having to head back home to face Kaiah—if he even headed home. He had half a mind to spend the night in Trace’s office on the sofa but then he knew that Kaiah would hunt his ass down. She wasn’t going to let him hide from her no matter how much he wanted to.

  Gray loved helping out around the bar and even lending a hand around the club member’s houses. He owned a small construction company and when something needed to be fixed or built, he volunteered. He didn’t need to work another day in his life with all the money that was left to him by his estranged father. Gray had a rough childhood—it was just him and his mom. He loved that they had each other and even though they didn’t have much in the way of things, he knew she loved him. They were happy until his father came back and tried to worm his way back into their lives. His father was a shifter and when his mom told him she was pregnant, he took off. Until Gray was ten, he didn’t know who his father was. He met him for the first time when he wandered back into town and Gray’s life. He told Gray that he was dying and wanted to get to know his son before it was too late. He stuck around for almost a year and Gray’s mom allowed him to live in her spare room but then he took off again, leaving them both to wonder what happened to him. Gray hated that his father came back so abruptly and uprooted his and his mother’s lives and she allowed it. But then, he was young and stupid. He didn’t know that sometimes adults needed a second chance to make things right but he did now. Now, he’d give just about anything to have a few minutes with his mother and his father but they were both gone. Hell, everyone he ever loved was gone now and there would be no bringing any of them back, no matter how badly he wanted to.

  When he turned twenty-one, he got an envelope from his father’s lawyer. He thought his dad had left them again when he was about twelve. He had left Gray’s life almost as quickly as he came back into it. Gray believed that his father got sick of butting heads with him and just took off again and the idea that he was disposable was a hard one to shake. His mom tried to be enough for him and before his dad came back, she was. He had no idea what it meant to have a father figure until his father waltzed back into his life. Problem was—he left them again but this time, he left a letter with instructions not to give the envelope to Gray until his twenty-first birthday.

  He let it sit on his desk for weeks, not wanting to care what his father had left to say to him. Gray received his father’s message loud and clear when he took off the second time. What more could he say to him that would make a difference? His mother was the person who changed his mind about opening the letter. She sat him down and told him that she was sick and wasn’t sure how much time she had left. His mom begged him to open his father’s letter in hopes that his old man had just taken off again and would be willing to step up when she was gone. She feared leaving Gray all alone in the world and honestly, he thought it would be better to be alone than have to deal with the possibility of his father leaving him once again. But, he did as his mother asked and opened the letter which explained that his old man had died about eight years prior, which would put his father’s death just after the time that he left them the second time. His father didn’t return because he couldn’t—he wasn’t lying to them all that time, he was dying.

  His father had not only left him an explanation but had also left him a large inheritance. His dad owned a startup company that he sold for millions and he left it all to Gray. He let his dad’s lawyer set up a trust for him but he refused to touch the money. His mom passed quickly and her loss had Gray feelin
g more alone than he ever had. He didn’t use any of his father’s money until he needed to buy an engagement ring for his wife—Emily. Gray eventually figured out that using his father’s money wasn’t selling out. On the contrary, he found ways to spend the money that made him happy—a house, a life for his wife and girls, and eventually a means to start up his little construction company. He was happy—for a while. But, money couldn’t maintain his happiness, nothing could. Money couldn’t save the people he loved—his mother, his wife, and his two daughters. And, it couldn’t get him the woman he wanted now—Kaiah couldn’t be his, no matter how badly he wanted her.

  “You’re here early,” Nomad said. He was one of Gray’s closest friends in the pack and closest to his age. Gray liked that he always knew where he stood with Nomad. His friend had a security clearance that most guys would only dream of having but Gray knew that Nomad had a past he had to fight like hell to get over. His friend hadn’t always made the best decisions and had gone down the wrong path a few times when they were younger but Nomad had found his way and straightened himself out. It was one of the things Gray liked about the guy—he was a fighter.

  “I had to measure the bar top for the new one I’m building,” Gray said. “And, I could use a drink.”

  “It’s not even noon,” Nomad said. He held his hands up in defense, “Not that I’m judging your wanting to day drink.” Gray chuckled and went behind the bar to grab a beer.