SpaceWolf Reclaim

SPACEWOLF RECLAIM THE SPACEWOLVES SERIES EKHO WILDESS SpaceWolf Reclaim Copyright © 2023 by Ekho Wildess All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording or any information storage and retrieval systems, without prior written permission from the author. SpaceWolf Reclaim is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Cover Design: Jaqueline Kropmanns Editing: Kirsty McQuarrie Proofreading: Jeanine Harell This book is for you, Dad. Love you to the moon and back. Although I know you are not a child, this book is not PG-13. You can stop reading now. Please. CONTENTS SPACEWOLF Part I Chapter 1 Wren Chapter 2 Wren Chapter 3 Wren Chapter 4 Wren Chapter 5 Wren Chapter 6 Wren Chapter 7 Wren Chapter 8 Wren Chapter 9 Wren Chapter 10 Wren Chapter 11 Wren Chapter 12 Wren Chapter 13 Wren Chapter 14 Wren Chapter 15 Wren Chapter 16 Wren Part II Chapter 17 Wren Chapter 18 Wren Chapter 19 Wren Chapter 20 Wren Chapter 21 Wren Chapter 22 Wren Chapter 23 Wren Chapter 24 Wren Chapter 25 Wren Chapter 26 Kilian Chapter 27 Kilian Chapter 28 Kilian Chapter 29 Kilian Chapter 30 Kilian Chapter 31 Kilian Chapter 32 Wren Part III Chapter 33 Wren Chapter 34 Kilian Chapter 35 Wren Chapter 36 Kilian Chapter 37 Kilian Chapter 38 Kilian Chapter 39 Kilian Chapter 40 Kilian Chapter 41 Wren Chapter 42 Wren Chapter 43 Wren Chapter 44 Kilian Chapter 45 Kilian Chapter 46 Kilian Chapter 47 Wren Part IV Chapter 48 Wren Chapter 49 Wren Chapter 50 Wren Chapter 51 Wren Chapter 52 Kilian Chapter 53 Kilian Chapter 54 Kilian Chapter 55 Kilian Chapter 56 Wren Chapter 57 Wren Chapter 58 Wren Chapter 59 Wren Chapter 60 Wren Chapter 61 Wren Chapter 62 Wren Part V Chapter 63 Wren Chapter 64 Wren Chapter 65 Kilian Chapter 66 Kilian Chapter 67 Kilian Chapter 68 Wren Chapter 69 Wren Chapter 70 Kilian Chapter 71 Kilian Chapter 72 Wren Chapter 73 Kilian Chapter 74 Wren Acknowledgments SPACEWOLF RECLAIM For those lost in the darkness, never stop searching for the lodestar. It shines upon you even as you seek. PART ONE CHAPTER ONE WREN “Choker Baby, Spades at flight level two-six-four-zero,” I purr on frequency 199.39, toggling steep on the sidestick as my GhostTiger jet launches into space. I flick switches, A9 giving an extra boost to the propulsion engines, K0 to narrow wings at thirty degrees, and H6 for auto-pilot. “Spades, contact Choker Baby, received,” Rayn’s smoky voice responds. I always need it when reaching zero-g. Every time gravity leaves me, a piece of Rayn does too. He’s a gamma all right, but a smart, sexy one. No one bullies Rayn. He’s got this “fuck you all” aura; he could easily call an alpha’s bluff. In my opinion, Rayn is nothing more than a zeta in denial that was rejected one time too many. And because of this, he’s neither into that power-shit stuff nor in search of a mate, which suits me well. Thoughts of my mission pervade my mind as I confirm my destination. “Flight path, Mara della Morte, Planet 078, portal in five-two-zero. Over.” “Spades . . .” There is this sizzling silence on the line, and then I hear, “Contact Choker Baby on six-thirty-six.” I lift my head and bring my hand up to the switchboard, air rolling the radio frequency to tune in for six-thirty-six, a private line between Rayn and me. He was given the call name “Choker” on his graduation day because he started strangling one of our omegas on the stage. It was rumored a dickhead said something like, “Heel, dog,” and Rayn went nuts. “Hey, doll. I got your ass on my radar. Take care out there.” “I’m always on your radar, Rayn. By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask. Why did you add the ‘Baby’ part?” “I want everyone on the channel to hear your voice when you call me ‘baby.’” “Baby,” I drawl with the sexiest voice I have. Guiding my flight path, Rayn drones, “Vortex in approach in sixty seconds . . .” And then he exhales. It annoys me when he does that. I don’t want him to care. I don’t want to mean anything to him. “Alpha Zion and six of his Cromancer jets are siphoning enemy airspace 078 as we speak. Keep the blood pumping, babe, and make your way back ASAP.” “Worst case, I die in my happy place,” I chuckle as a red glow invades my spacecraft. Beaming its powerful energy against my visor, this giant floating portal always leaves me in awe whenever I face it. “This happy place of yours is an unreliable space tin can you pet-named Sweet Shooter—a nightmare if you want my opinion. Next time I see you, don’t make it be in hell . . .” he sniggers, though I can tell he’s nervous because he sighs deeply straight after. I do my best to kill the tension. “Well, if ever it’s the case, there better be some fucking coffee down there.” “Take care.” I close my eyes. Alpha Zion is a blood-lusting psychopath. Fucked up beyond reason. “Rayn, I’ll be back in no time . . . better start stroking yourself, ‘cuz I want you hard when I get back.” “Naughty wolf . . . I’ll be ready. Over.” I switch off the radio. I need silence. Being Alpha Hayden’s daughter has been a burden since day one. Okay, since I was young enough to remember. Maybe four or five years old, but that’s not really the problem here. From boot-licking members to whatever bullshit linked to my position, I’ve never been relaxed when it came to my rank. Why? Because I have none. I’ve been cursed since birth.