Destined Predator

By Bailey Bradford

FROM POPULAR AUTHOR OF LGBT+ ROMANCE BAILEY BRADFORD

Book two in the Wild Ones series

Never in his wildest dreams.

Rhett Tucker, a rough, tough, meat-and-potatoes Wyoming rancher, has just about accepted that shifters exist. His little brother Jack is now mated to one, Ben, whose family are the only coywolf—wolf-coyote hybrids—shifters in existence.

Rhett's also accepted the fact that he's gay, even if he's never been with a guy. What he can't deal with is Ben's big brother, the swaggering, dominating, permanently smirking Casey. The head of the Akers pack might be their alpha, but he's not Rhett's and never will be.

Casey has never met a challenge he didn't leap at, and he sure wants to jump the handsome rancher's bones. He sees that under all the bluster, Rhett yearns to submit, and Casey's more than happy to fulfil Rhett's needs...when the stubborn man's ready to admit to them.

But when both humans and coywolves are under attack, there's no time for Rhett and Casey to do anything but join forces to find out if the inter-shifter battles are starting up again, or if the pack and the Double T Ranch are facing a new and deadly enemy.

One thing's for sure—any relationship between Rhett and Casey is gonna be wild.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pride Publishing
• Release date: Jun 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781839431333

Bailey Bradford

A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are reserved for pounding away at the keyboard, as are early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn't happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey's brain demanding to be let out. Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey's office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey's presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.

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DESTINED PREDATOR

BAILEY BRADFORD

Destined Predator

ISBN # 978-1-83943-133-3

©Copyright Bailey Bradford 2021

Cover Art by Claire Siemaszkiewicz ©Copyright June 2021

Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz

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Book two in the Wild Ones series

Never in his wildest dreams.

Rhett Tucker, a rough, tough, meat-and-potatoes Wyoming rancher, has just about accepted that shifters exist. His little brother Jack is now mated to one, Ben, whose family are the only coywolf—wolf-coyote hybrids—shifters in existence.

Rhett’s also accepted the fact that he’s gay, even if he’s never been with a guy. What he can’t deal with is Ben’s big brother, the swaggering, dominating, permanently smirking Casey. The head of the Akers pack might be their alpha, but he’s not Rhett’s and never will be.

Casey has never met a challenge he didn’t leap at, and he sure wants to jump the handsome rancher’s bones. He sees that under all the bluster, Rhett yearns to submit, and Casey’s more than happy to fulfil Rhett’s needs…when the stubborn man’s ready to admit to them.

But when both humans and coywolves are under attack, there’s no time for Rhett and Casey to do anything but join forces to find out if the inter-shifter battles are starting up again, or if the pack and the Double T Ranch are facing a new and deadly enemy.

One thing’s for sure—any relationship between Rhett and Casey is gonna be wild.

Dedication

To all wild things. Let your hearts sing.

Trademark Acknowledgements

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

49ers: The York family

Animal Planet: Discovery, Inc.

Avengers: Marvel Comics

Chargers: The Spanos Family

Coke: The Coca-Cola Company

Dodge: Stellantis N.V.

Dodgers: Guggenheim Baseball Management group

Explorer: Ford Motor Company

Giants: John K. Mara and Steve Tisch

Glock: Glock Ges.m.b.H.

Harley Quinn: DC Entertainment

Instagram: Facebook, Inc.

Justice League: DC Comics, Inc.

Mossberg: O.F. Mossberg & Sons, Inc.

Mule: Kawasaki Heavy Industries Ltd.

Padres: O’Malley Group

Rams: Stan Kroeke

Silverado: General Motors Company

Tahoe: General Motors Company

Chapter One

Man.

Rhett Tucker, co-owner and boss of Wyoming’s Double T ranch, stared at his reflection in the shaving mirror.

He bobbed down to his right, so his face showed in the corner with the splintered crack. He blinked, then studied his altered image, seeing his strong jaw elongated to exaggerated proportions and, when he ducked lower still, how his hazel eyes fractured and his short dark hair looked long and bushy, like a pelt.

Monster.

No. That wasn’t right. Wasn’t fair.

Beast.

He closed his eyes, but it didn’t stop him seeing beasts, the coyote and wolf shifters who’d fought a turf war on Double T land, or the biggest beast of all of them, the one his foreman Ernesto had turned into. A terrifying, giant wolf-demon hybrid out of a nightmare who’d slayed and slaughtered—

Nope, not going there. Tucker bent from the mirror to the sink so he could scoop water onto his face, splashing at any leftover shaving foam then patting with a towel to remove the last traces. He even wiped behind his ears and wriggled the corner of the towel into them, first one, then the other.

Go with cologne? He did have a bottle, and it was a scent he liked, but it’d been a present from his ex-girlfriend, Olivia, and it felt plain wrong to wear it on a date with someone else.

Rhett straightened his shirt—he should have ironed it. Bathroom steam never works, he reminded himself, needing to fill the silence. The sound of his voice didn’t work to plug the gap, and he circled back to what had been consuming him since he’d found out…that shifters existed.

He prided himself on being a plain-thinking rancher like his father, one who believed in what he could see and touch, like his land, or his cattle. And now, that included people who turned into animals. Who were animals. Some were murderous, terrifying monsters, and some were, if not angels, then more on the side of good as they went about their lives. Oh, and his brother had fallen hard and fast for one.

And if I can’t handle that, I’ll lose my little brother.

The thought of losing Jack made Rhett’s hands tremble as he tossed the wet towels into the hamper. His chest seized, making him sit on the edge of the tub to catch his breath. He’d accept anything he had to if it meant keeping Jack in his life. They’d only just started growing closer as brothers recently, when Jack had come home after years of them barely staying in touch because he’d lived and worked in New York City. Rhett wasn’t going to mess up again and let Jack get hurt—not by him, and not by anyone else.

I won’t fail him this time, like I did before because I didn’t want to tell him the truth about myself. Because I didn’t want to accept it, either.

Before he could continue his silent castigation, laughter rang out in the hallway, and the bright, joyful sound went a long way to drowning Rhett’s fears.

Hearing Jack so happy was worth anything. Even the scariest monsters in the world couldn’t have kept Rhett from leaving the bathroom so he could see his brother smiling, eyes crinkled at the corners, his mouth in a wide grin, arms around his boyfriend, Ben. Ben the coywolf shifter.

It didn’t matter if Ben was a shifter, not when he was looking at Jack the same way Jack looked at him. Only thing I can do is plow through my fears—or bury ’em as deep as possible. Jack deserved that, and maybe, although Rhett didn’t know him well, Ben did, too. That was what he wanted to believe, anyhow.

Hey, Rhett. Ben gave him a nod before pulling a face at Jack. Oh, what’s your brother gonna think, huh? Him all neat and tidy like that and look at you, with your JBF’d hair. He knuckled into Jack’s messy head.

Jack snorted and wiggled his butt. I’ve got a JBF’d something all right, and it isn’t my hair.

Jacky-boy, behave! Ben pretended to fan himself. You’ll have your big brother blushing.

Maybe you should be the one blushing, Rhett replied, standing his ground as he always did, even in this new situation. If it’s done right, ya can’t walk for days, and here’s Jack looking ready to go line dancing at Bard’s Saloon, so… He looked Ben up and down, pursing his lips in concern as fake as Ben’s shock of a moment ago. I’d hate to think you weren’t treating Jack right.

"Hey!" Ben’s indignation sounded more genuine now, and he pouted when Jack started chuckling, glared when Rhett sniggered too, then joined in.

Rhett didn’t know which of them laughed the loudest, but by the time he’d gotten his amusement under control, his sides ached, and he was shaking his head. Aw, man. Y’all are something else. He went to walk off.

Rhett.

Jack calling his name stopped him. You doing okay there? Jack asked. They might not have been close in recent years, but they’d grown up together and each was hard to fool.

I… Rhett chewed on his bottom lip a second. Got some stuff spinning my gears up here. He tapped his head.

Ben gave him a cool look from where he stood so close to Jack that Rhett couldn’t have swiped a credit card between them. Stuff like wanting reality to go back to the way it used to be?

As life should be for a solid, no-frills Wyoming son of the soil who didn’t believe in mumbo-jumbo. Well, that was the question he’d already answered for himself before he’d left the bathroom. Rhett hitched his thumbs through his belt loops and tipped his head back to look down at Ben, slow and easy. I wouldn’t change anything about this world that makes my brother light up like he does around you.

Aww. Jack’s eyes teared up and he hugged Rhett and, after a second, another pair of arms snaked around them—Ben joining in, too. It took a few seconds, but Rhett relaxed into the group huddle. Well now. How ’bout that.

Ben was the first to pull away. I have to go. We got a pack run scheduled.

Can’t keep your alpha waiting, Jack replied.

Yeah, just like your big brother’s word is law too. Ben wrapped a hand around Jack’s neck to bring him in for a smacking kiss. He slapped Jack’s ass then strolled down the short corridor to the front door, touching the first two fingers of his right hand to his forehead in salute as he went.

The lame joke barely registered with Rhett. His mind was busy thinking about Ben’s oldest brother and alpha of the Akers coywolf pack. Casey. That perma-smirking, cocky, swaggering— Taking in a deep breath, Rhett wrenched himself back to the here and now.

Hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave, Jack called after Ben, tilting his head to take in Ben’s rear view, then laughing when Ben slapped his own ass and made a sizzling noise.

Ben didn’t close the door properly after him—Rhett had been meaning to plane it a little smoother, to stop it sticking—so Rhett walked over, intending to close it. Instead, he pushed the door open wider to get some air, never mind that he’d been outdoors all day. Jack joined him, leaning against the other side of the jamb like they were bookends.

You really okay? he asked, side-eyeing Rhett. ’S’okay not to be, after all…that.

That, Rhett echoed, looking out over Double T land. "’S’funny—when I run into something new to handle on the ranch, I ask myself, ‘What would Pa do?’ and I usually find the answer, the way forward, you know? Only for ‘that’, well, I got no idea what he would do."

I didn’t know him as well as you did, Jack replied, his words coming slowly. "And I guess I’ve learned more about him since coming back, if not from you, then from people’s stories and memories, here or in town. But I don’t think he’d have known what to do if he discovered shifters existed and that his younger son is destined mate to one of ’em."

Y’all might jus’ have the right of it there, son, said Rhett, his impersonation of Chauncey Tucker’s measured, guarded speech so accurate that it set them both laughing again.

Jack twisted around and took one of the framed photos off the hall table. I swear, you hold this up in front of your face when you do that, we’d fool anyone he’s still around!

Ah reckon we abou’ might, Rhett couldn’t resist saying, Chauncey-style, as he took the picture to return it to the table. He studied it. He looked like Chauncey—no-time-to-fuss short dark hair and a big and burly frame, although his eyes were a hazel blend of his pa’s brown and his mom’s green—and was like him, too, in his focus on the ranch and the land.

I’m more like Mom. Jack followed Rhett’s line of sight to where the portrait of Lorraine Channing Tucker gazed down at them from the wall.

True, he had her large, dark-lashed green eyes and more delicate bone structure. Lorraine had been a beauty, with her high cheekbones and wide, full mouth, and Jack shared those, too.

Jack had always liked the formal-looking painting of Mom, in a silk evening dress she rarely had occasion to wear. Remembering how as a kid, Jack had used to exclaim "Portrait pose!" whenever Mom happened to be half-turned away and looking back at him, the same position she’d been put into for her painting, made Rhett laugh.