Grim

Iron Fang: GRIM MC Shifter Romance Vera Foxx Foxx Fantasy Publishing Copyright No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2023 by Vera Foxx All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review. For more information, address: authorverafoxx.com First paperback edition: March 2023 Book design by: Etheric Designs Publisher: Foxx Fantasy Publishing LLC Editing by: Cissell Ink Contents Dear Readers 1. Prologue 2. Chapter One 3. Chapter Two 4. Chapter Three 5. Chapter Four 6. Chapter Five 7. Chapter Six 8. Chapter Seven 9. Chapter Eight 10. Chapter Nine 11. Chapter Ten 12. Chapter Eleven 13. Chapter Twelve 14. Chapter Thirteen 15. Chapter Fourteen 16. Chapter Fifteen 17. Chapter Sixteen 18. Chapter Seventeen 19. Chapter Eighteen 20. Chapter Nineteen 21. Chapter Twenty 22. Chapter Twenty-One 23. Chapter Twenty Two 24. Chapter Twenty Three 25. Chapter Twenty Four 26. Chapter Twenty Five 27. Chapter Twenty Six 28. Chapter Twenty Seven 29. Chapter Twenty Eight 30. Chapter Twenty Nine 31. Chapter Thirty 32. Chapter Thirty One 33. Chapter Thirty Two 34. Chapter Thirty Three 35. Chapter Thirty Four 36. Chapter Thirty Five 37. Chapter Thirty Six 38. Chapter Thirty Seven 39. Chapter Thirty Eight 40. Chapter Thirty Nine 41. Chapter Forty 42. Chapter Forty One 43. Chapter Forty Two 44. Chapter Forty Three 45. Chapter Forty Four 46. Chapter Forty Five 47. Chapter Forty Six 48. Epilogue 49. Books By Vera Dear Readers Please read the following trigger warnings and other important information regarding this book. This book contains:Dominate male.Submissive female: This does not mean she is weak and fragile.Sex Trafficking.PTSD.Blood, gore, torture.Detailed consensual sex scenes.Knotting.Breeding Kink.Primal Kinks.Obsessive MMC.Strong Language.Memories of past rape, but written in passing. No details.This is a new book series and in no connection to any of the Under the Moon Universe. Prologue GrimThe gavel rang in my ears, the same gavel that made my wolf salivate. It was the only sound that would get my wolf to move anymore. That gavel meant an impending mission from the acting alpha. Each time the gavel hit the pulpit in the abandoned church, the howls and snarls began. Our brothers’ growls would drive my wolf’s lust for blood that much greater. This church across the street from the Iron Fang bar had been our meeting place since Locke bought the land on this side of town, and it fully represented what we thought of our prior beliefs. Dead and dying. My claws elongated, scratching the pew in front of me. The shifters here were all so damn happy to find a place to rest their weary souls, but not me. This was a dead end. This was where all rogues went when they had nowhere else to turn. The rogues weren’t necessarily evil, but they weren’t good, either. We were the gray. We were the in-between. The shifters that didn’t belong out in the forest, eating dead carcasses, because we had lost ourselves and were mostly known as rabids. We were the rogues transitioning, and that meant we didn’t belong in a pack, tribe, or pride. We were all the misfits that no one wanted, especially our mates. The gavel hit the wooden pulpit again, making me cringe. I dared not let others see the squint in my eyes as my wolf amped up our hearing to listen to the latest task. These tasks, these missions, as Locke liked to say, were to keep us busy. To ease our troubled animals, since no mate was coming to calm us.Because they abandoned us.The shifters all sat in neat little rows, some drinking cans of human alcohol that barely touched the minds they wanted to fog. We all still healed quickly, just not as fast as if we were in a formal pack. “Settle down.” Locke set the gavel down more gently this time, his eyes darting toward me. The hushed understanding Locke gave me stirred my wolf. My wolf didn’t trust anyone, and he barely trusted Locke because, at one time, he trusted her. And look where that got me. Locke was different, though; we had an understanding. Promises that if things went wrong, we would be there for one other. We had each other’s backs. “We’ve got a hit on a warehouse,” Locke said. The shifters in the room slapped their hands together, some howling, others growling at the impending blood that would be shed. That was our favorite—to let our frustration and aggression out—even if it was in our human forms. Once you go rogue, controlling your animal without an acting alpha was difficult. We had to keep our animals inside, never letting them see the sun. It was to protect not only each other but any humans around. If an animal burst through its human side, which it inevitably would, they would be uncontrollable, and they would really go rogue, or rabid as we now called them. Once you went rabid, there was no going back, and actions were taken to see to it you never saw the sun again.You were put out of your misery, put down, the proper euthanization, anyway you wanted to call it. There had been a few. The bear that I put down several years ago had to have been the worst. The fight in him was strong, and it took three of us to pin him until I slit his neck with my knife.Feeling the heat of the bodies surrounding me made me snarl; the shifters backed away, scooting down the torn padded seat. I wasn’t far from going rabid; it