Junkyard Dog

By Pelaam

Lyall knows he's the epitome of the bad boy that every good girl, or boy, is warned against. He needs the aggressive appearance, and lives up to it. You don't mess with him, or his pack family.

When his wallet is stolen, it starts a chain of events that turns his solitary life upside down.

How can he consider a feline mate? How can he consider a mate at all? Yet Niko is everything Lyall could want.

When their life is torn apart by another alpha shifter, they will both fight tooth and claw to be reunited.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Aug 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781772334319

Pelaam

Living in clean, green New Zealand, Pelaam is a multi-published author of gay romance and erotic books. When not busy writing, she can be found indulging in her other passions of cookery and wine appreciation. Pelaam's books: Smoking Mirror, 2017 finalist in 2017 Rainbow Awards in Gay Futuristic/Sci-Fi; Stranded, Evernight Publishing Readers’ Choice winner 2016 for Sci-Fi; The Avian Emperor, runner up and Honourable Mention in 2016 Rainbow Awards Gay Futuristic/Sci-Fi.

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Copyright© 2015 Pelaam

ISBN: 978-1-77233-431-9

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Melissa Hosack

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

JUNKYARD DOG

Pelaam

Copyright © 2015

Chapter One

Putting the last few pieces of his haul of car and bike parts into his trailer, Lyall stretched his back until he heard the vertebrae click into place. Rummaging through the junkyard to find good parts was hard, tiring, and dirty work. But the money he paid Old Manu, he'd recoup three or four times over when repairing a car or bike.

Before he headed home, Lyall needed to buy some staple groceries from the supermarket. Although he made good use of the local stores close to where he lived, a bigger store meant cheaper prices, and sometimes that meant the difference between a decent meal and little more than a snack.

Raising his head, he flared out his nostrils and inhaled. He was the only wolf around. Good. His pack worked in town and had homes there, but all came to his sprawling property to relax and be themselves. His pack wasn't the usual mix of alpha, betas, and an omega. Apart from him, the sole alpha, his pack consisted of omegas.

These men had been disowned by their families and natural packs, or their position within the pack had been such that they were subject more to abuse than support. With him, they'd found a place and a pack where they felt needed and secure.

Cracking his knuckles, Lyall stared out in the direction of town. He should have been alpha of one of the big packs in the area, but that was in the past. He had his pack, and he'd defend each and every one of them if ever necessary.

A shuffling sound caught his attention and Manu waved as he approached. Them bad boys leaving you be, bro? Manu was dressed much the same as Lyall in his ancient jeans, faded and threadbare, and plain T-shirt. But with over twenty years separating them, although Manu was still bigger and broader, he no longer had the toned muscles Lyall boasted.

They'd become friends ever since Lyall had set up his parts and repair shop. His property was a good distance out of town, just as he preferred. No nearby neighbors, but close to several reserves. It was ideal for the kind of work he did and the kind of men he and his pack were.

So far. Lyall nodded. Not that I have much that they want. I'm useful to them. Keeping their junk on the road. He curled his lip, baring his teeth. They leave my pack alone, we're all good.

Glad to hear it. You're a good customer of mine. Manu winked before patting Lyall's shoulder.

Huffing a laugh, Lyall reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. Yeah. Guess I may be at that. He counted out several bills and passed them to Manu. As the older man stuffed them into his jeans, Lyall shook his head.

You didn't even count it.

Don't need to with you. Manu fixed Lyall with a level gaze. You're a hard man, Lyall. You've had to be, but you're a good man. You don't try and cheat me. I know you make a profit on what you buy. Why else would you do it? And you send JT over to visit. I could do with a few hands of cards tonight. Good cook. Good company. What more do I need?

Neither Manu nor JT were gay, but they weren't the marrying kind either. They had a laid back camaraderie that allowed them to hang out together, drink a few beers, and enjoy one another's company. Plus Manu was absolutely right. JT was a good cook. Even on the occasions that JT had to scratch around for ingredients, he still managed to make a good meal from them.

Time I headed off. Lyall glanced at his watch. I need to get some supplies or I'll never hear the end of it from JT.

A snort of laughter escaped Manu. "That I can believe. Be seeing