The Alpha’s Arranged Mate

The Alpha’s Arranged Mate Wolf Shifter Pregnancy Romance Alpha Wolf Island Book 2 Kayla Wolf Copyright © 2023 by The Wolf Sisters Books. All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of the book only. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form, including recording, without prior written permission from the publisher, except for brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Contents Chapter 1 - Reeve Chapter 2 - Lyrie Chapter 3 - Reeve Chapter 4 - Lyrie Chapter 5 - Reeve Chapter 6 - Lyrie Chapter 7 - Reeve Chapter 8 - Lyrie Chapter 9 - Reeve Chapter 10 - Lyrie Chapter 11 - Reeve Chapter 12 - Lyrie Chapter 13 - Reeve Chapter 14 - Lyrie Chapter 15 - Reeve Chapter 16 - Lyrie Chapter 17 - Reeve Chapter 18 - Lyrie About the Author Books by The Wolf Sisters Chapter 1 - Reeve Reeve shoved the hair out of his eyes with the heel of his hand, the realization that he was overdue for a haircut only adding to his already generous heaping of frustration for the afternoon. It felt like he’d been in this meeting for months, mediating an ever-changing but never-ending dispute between his workers and an ever-revolving cast of stony-faced wolves from his brother’s pack. What fresh excuse had they found for interfering with his work this time? What possible problem could they have with the installation of solar panels? Or did they want to keep taking freezing cold showers for the rest of their lives here? It wasn’t Reeve’s problem. He had all the comforts he could want on his yacht. He’d never felt so tempted to just walk out of a room—the only thing that kept him at the table was the knowledge that that was exactly what Darion wanted. Had it really only been three months since they’d made the move to Kurivon, this beleaguered little island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean? It felt like he’d been stuck here for a lifetime—partly because he was used to moving all over the country, of course, but mostly because of the interminable squabbling with Darion’s pack. In those early days, he’d been stupid and naive enough to imagine that enough time had passed that the two of them could let bygones be bygones and work together like professionals. What a joke that had been. They’d gotten on alright for the first week or two, but as soon as their respective packs had arrived on the island to start building the settlement in earnest, everything had fallen apart. Reeve’s primary focus had been on bringing materials to the island to get the settlement’s infrastructure up to scratch, to support the population as it expanded, and to empower and protect it against the infestation of demons that made their home on the archipelago. Fighting demons was supposed to be the shared purpose of every wolf, the common enemy that would always unite them, but you wouldn’t know it from the way Darion’s men had been interfering with just about every step of the process. From interrupting shipments to conduct laborious searches, to stopping work at crucial points to challenge exactly what the workers were trying to achieve, Darion’s pack had seen to it that every single one of Reeve’s projects had fallen hopelessly behind schedule. And Reeve knew in his bones that it was personal. “You still haven’t explained exactly what the problem is with solar panels,” Reeve said now, interrupting the stony-faced old wolf who’d been droning on for the last fifteen minutes. “I’m genuinely trying to accommodate your pack’s aversion to technology, but it’s difficult to accommodate a need I don’t understand.” A flicker of disapproval on the old man’s face, and Reeve saw it reflected in the expressions of the wolves sitting with him. Darion’s negotiator was an old wolf called Trinn, and he had been one of their teachers, back when they were kids. Insulting enough that his brother had refused to turn up to a single one of these stupid meetings to face him in person… to send their old drillmaster to lecture him in his stead was galling. But Reeve wasn’t going to take the bait. He folded his arms, waiting for the old man to speak. “I’d thought you’d recall our pack’s teachings better,” he said softly. Trinn had always had a knack for making his pupils feel guilty, but it had been a long, long time since Reeve had counted himself among their number, and his anger with his brother made it easier to harden his heart. “You’ll have to forgive me if the details escape me. I’ll remind you I’ve lived more of my life here on Earth than back in Halforst.” That particular anniversary had been a few years ago, and Reeve thought wistfully of the lavish party he’d thrown to celebrate. He’d gone all out, hiring out one of the most exclusive venues in New York City and partying until the break of dawn with his staff and anyone who was anyone on the social scene, humans and wolves alike. Right now, sitting at a folding trestle table in a glorified tent at the edge of the residential construction site, that kind of luxury felt about as far away as the moon. But it was still a lot closer than any kind of nostalgia for the miserable years he’d spent growing up in Halforst, chafing at this exact kind of pointless, suffocating traditionalism. He’d been barely out of adolescence when he’d left, a scared kid worried to his bones that he was making the biggest mistake of his life. Right now, all he regretted was that he hadn’t left even sooner. Trinn shook his