Ranger's End Game

Ranger’s End Game

Northern States Pack #1

By Lee Oliver

Copyright 2017 by Lee Oliver

All Rights Reserved

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Ranger’s End Game (Northern States Pack #1)

Copyright Lee Oliver, 2017

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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First Edition February 2017

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

Table of Contents

Note from the Author

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

Epilogue

About the Author

Other Books By Lisa Oliver

Note from the Author

Hello and thank you for taking a chance in reading the first Northern States Pack book. These will be a series of short stories of between 50 – 100 pages. As with all my stories, they feature paranormal men falling in love with other men. I am a huge fan of the true mate trope as these stories will show. I am also hoping to write other shorts as they spring to mind unrelated to this series just because I can – I get a lot of crazy ideas.

These stories are all standalone. Some of them, like this one, include an epilogue which does introduce you to the character in the next book, but you don’t have to read this as a series. Every story and couple will be different and there are no long ranging story arcs in these books.

Some of you may know me as Lisa Oliver, author of the Cloverleah Pack, the Bound and Bonded series, the Alpha and Omega series, Stockton Wolves, and the Balance series featuring angels and demons. If you are a fan of longer books, I encourage you to give them a try. All my books are M/M (or M/M/M), guarantee an HEA and with absolutely no cheating.

Hug the One you love,

Lee/Lisa

Dedication

To my good friends Judy and Phil who don’t care what name I write under and who support me every day. Thank you.

Chapter One

Ranger stood with his arms akimbo and glared at the twenty odd men clustered around the stage. Young, wannabe alphas, most of whom carried an air of entitlement that came from youth and position. This is going to be a pain in the ass, he thought as everyone eyed him expectantly. The urge to knock a few sneers off faces grew by the second.

You’ll soon knock the asshole out of them, Cam, his second in command muttered. Where the hell did this lot come from?

Council orders, Ranger whispered conscious of sharp ears. Developing pack unity is the official position.

You don’t think that’s true. Cam knew him too well.

Doesn’t really matter what I think, Ranger replied watching some of the bigger men start to show signs of restlessness. They’d be the first ones to cause trouble. Meet me at the Swamp later on.

Ready to kick alpha butt?

Someone has too, Ranger said shortly, although why he was being punished with this inane assignment was anyone’s guess. He sure as hell didn’t know and that bugged him almost as much as the men waiting for him.

Listen up, Ranger didn’t bother raising his voice. One advantage of issuing orders to shifters is they all have excellent hearing. I’m sure you received your welcome packets from the Council full of the normal blather about how you’re here to fulfill your destiny as one of the Council’s new elite fighting force.

Yeah, A larger, bullish man standing at the front had the balls to meet Ranger’s eyes although he didn’t hold them long. But all we’ve been doing is standing around watching you two gabbing like you’ve nothing better to do. When my dad called the council last week, I was assured of a private room, an omega to tend to my needs and I’m hungry. So if you’ve got something to say, get on with it. I haven’t got all day.

Ranger didn’t hesitate. He didn’t even leave the stage; he simply took two steps forward, reaching and grabbing the man by his thick neck and lifting him off the ground.

You’ve been conscripted, pup, Ranger growled. You signed the forms. For the next week, your ass is mine and if you think for one second anyone is going to wash your clothes, serve your food or warm your bed at night you’re in for a rude awakening.

My father is the Alpha of one of the largest packs in the West. You can’t treat me like this, The man didn’t look as cocky anymore. It was probably the first time he’d been manhandled in his life.

Wrong! Ranger found the spot he was looking for and pressing hard for just two seconds, dropped the whining heap on the ground. Anyone else want a go? he said straightening up and running a hand through his long black hair. Might as well get the bullshit out of the way first.

There was muttering among the men but it quickly stopped as Ranger’s eyes swept the crowd. You can call me Ranger, he continued when everyone settled down. This is Cam, my second-in-command. Over the next seven days, you will rise at five and work until I tell you to stop. You can forget anything you thought you knew about fighting or protecting yourself and others. You’re in a totally different ballgame now.

At least the men were listening to him. I don’t care what your pack position is; who your father plays poker with or how many friends you think you have on the council. If you don’t do as you’re told immediately, you are out of the program. If you don’t keep up; you’re out. You cause problems for anyone, no matter who they are or for whatever reason; you’re out. Ranger surveyed the group. The muttering at the back was getting louder and he snarled.

Anyone who doesn’t think they’re capable of following orders, the gate is that way. He pointed to his left. It’s a twenty-mile hike to town and I suggest you don’t try making the trip at night.

We’re wolves, sir, we can see in the dark. At least the young man speaking had a certain level of respect in his tone. Ranger found he liked the word sir falling from the boy’s lips.

You may be able to see, but the land mines are buried and scent-free. As soon as darkness falls the woods surrounding this compound are protected by motion sensors. You’ll have those balls of yours blown off before you get twenty feet from the gate. Guaranteed. The young man had a fetching blush that highlighted his blond features and fair skin.

Training starts at 0500, Ranger said, wrenching his gaze from the young man. Cam will direct you to the mess hall and then to your dorm rooms. Anyone not in the quad by 0500 will be…. he cupped his ear and raised an eyebrow.

OUT Ranger. Maybe there was