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  BLACKWOLF LEGACY

  BY: SYDNEY ADDAE

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  BlackWolf Legacy

  BlackWolf Legacy

  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

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER ONE

  BlackWolf Legacy

  5th Anniversary Edition

  Sydney Addae

  Copyright June 2019 by Addae, Sydney

  ISBN: 9781937334987

  First Edition Electronic June 2019

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  BlackWolf Legacy

  Silas and Jasmine finally carve out some time to take a vacation on their 215 acre island near Panama. Clear blue water, excellent temperatures, sandy beaches, the perfect location to relax and unwind.

  Until the nightmares begin and the first body washes ashore.

  Something or someone is attacking BlackWolves and no one is excluded. Silas and the others have their hands full dealing with the effects of Alpha Nikolas’ Legacy while Jasmine is determined to enjoy the vacation she worked so hard to get. Join Silas and Jasmine as they balance the past against the present to understand their future in BlackWolf Legacy!

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  THANKS TO ALL MY DEN-mates, readers and Admins, Michelle and Vicky, you are all the best at keeping me laughing with new creative ideas. I heart you much.

  Much appreciation to Sally R., Karen M., and Michelle, you ladies rock and keep me grounded.

  THANKS

  Sydney

  CHAPTER ONE

  THE LONG YACHT CUT smoothly through the dazzling blue water heading toward the remote 213-acre island off the coast of Panama. Immaculate white beaches filled with unending grains of sand came into view. Tall palm trees hugged the shore waving a gentle greeting. Sunlight hit the shimmering blue waters that encircled the island. Beyond the palm trees, greenery with patches of different colored flowers spread out all around adding pops of color inland.

  Jasmine stared at the waves as they lapped the shore of the beach. She leaned against her husband’s chest, closed her eyes and took another deep breath of ocean air. The natural smell of sand and fish surrounded her as she listened to the percussion of waves in the distance.

  Minutes later, the hum of the engine stopped. She opened her eyes as their boat pulled alongside the long pier.

  The roof of the main house stood 50 feet above sea level and could barely be seen amongst all the trees. The air smelled clean. Coming from West Virginia, the 85 degree weather here was perfect for spending lazy days outside. She turned into Silas’ arms and kissed his chest.

  “Finally, we’re here,” she said through their mental link. “For the next six days, it’s just the four of us with nothing to do other than enjoy each other’s company. I’m so happy.”

  His arms tightened around her. “My one goal in life and greatest accomplishments are making you happy, Sweet Bitch.”

  She looked up at him, read his love and commitment to her and brushed her lips against his. “How is it possible that the longer we’re together, my love for you grows stronger? Being with you really has gotten better over time and that’s saying a lot because it was good, not great, but good in the beginning.”

  He slapped her butt and turned her toward the exit. “That’s the way full-bloods roll, didn’t you know that?” he teased.

  Smiling, holding hands, she and Silas left the yacht and headed toward the main house in the middle of the island. The moment she reached the beach, her feet sunk into the warm sand. She stopped, bent over and removed her sandals. The sand felt heavenly between her toes.

  “Ahhh, this... this is great,” she murmured and looked over her shoulder. Angus and Shyla were leaving the ship and stepped around one of the crew to reach the pier. Silas placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close while they waited.

  This was the first time Silas and Angus ever took time off alone for an extended, non-working trip. In her opinion, it was long overdue for the brothers to simply hang-out and do nothing or anything. When she first mentioned it, Silas had argued by claiming he and Angus had gone several places alone together. When she challenged him for dates he came up blank. Once that seed had been planted, it didn’t take long for the idea of a week at the beach to materialize.

  That had been six months ago.

  So many things were going on within the Nation and at the Compound that needed either Silas or Angus or her, direct involvement that they’d changed the date of this trip three times. Once the construction of Thomas’ and the others homes started, Silas insisted on being around for the most intensive part of the work. Their Chimera friends had chosen to relocate on Pack grounds a couple miles away from the main building which meant a tremendous amount of underground work to link the tunnels. Now that the exterior work was basically completed and all security measures were installed and personally inspected, Silas made time for this trip.

  Angus had been traveling to deal with KnightForce issues that cropped up and went overseas to represent Silas at a meeting with Barticus and other European Alphas. Jasmine’s network of Bitches across the States took most of her time. Vanessa and Shyla worked with her to ease the load but there was a lot of information to go through on a daily basis that had to be filtered. Some were valid sightings of rebels on Pack land, that information was immediately sent to the appropriate Alpha. Others weren’t critical but were logged in the database. Fortunately, she had a team of data clerks that handled the grunt work.

  She pushed aside thoughts of work and reveled in the freedom of being alone with her man for six days. She and Shyla had talked for the past two weeks about their plans to whoop it up in the bedroom all week long. Vanessa and Asia had teased th
em mercilessly over their plans to wear out their Alpha and Beta.

  “I’m so happy to be back here,” Shyla said as she and Angus reached Jasmine and Silas. Angus picked Shyla up and swung her around. Contagious laughter floated through the air.

  “Me too,” Jasmine said and yelped as Silas picked her up. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pecked his cheek and eagerly watched as he strode through the trees toward the house. Looking over her shoulder, warmth spread through her as Angus carried Shyla in the same manner as they followed.

  By the time they reached the house, the small full-blood crew had placed their luggage and boxes of baked goods, extra food, and additional security equipment in the main house. They waited outside on the porch.

  “Is there anything else you need, La Patron?” the Captain asked.

  Silas looked at her.

  “You’re all I need,” she said.

  Silas winked at her. “No, we’re good. Tell Solo I’ll contact him if I need anything. But he should have the helicopter ready and available all week.” Solo was the Panama Alpha under Lucian who had been promoted Alpha over all of Central America. Solo hired Pack members to live on the island when it wasn’t in use and typically assisted Silas, his pups or any guests to reach the island which was only accessible by boat or helicopter.

  “Yes, Sir.” They bowed and walked in the direction of their boat.

  Silas carried her to the middle of the living room, holding her close, he released her legs slowly so that she slid down his front, feeling his need. An answering spark lit in her core. She kept her arms around his neck and met his lips as he leaned down. The moments their lips touched she lost herself in him. He tasted familiar, safe, and delicious. Gasping they broke apart and stared into each other’s eyes.

  “I want you now,” he said.

  Smiling she nodded, turned and bumped into one of the boxes of food. “I forgot we need to put this in the refrigerator, or it’ll go bad.”

  “It’ll hold for an hour or two,” he said taking her hand.

  She looked at the boxes again. On the mainland, there was a restaurant that made a seafood chowder that she loved. No matter how many times she tried to duplicate the recipe, she hadn’t been able to get it right and ordered two pints of the chowder every time they came to the island. The idea of it going bad was unacceptable.

  “It won’t take us long to put it up. Bring these two boxes into the kitchen.” She stepped out of his arms and picked up an insulated bag to take to the large kitchen. Inhaling, she loved the way the chowder smelled as much as the taste. She had made yeast rolls to go with it. The moment she remembered the bread her stomach growled.

  Chowder and rolls.

  Silas laughed.

  She jumped and looked at him. How could she have forgotten what they had been doing?

  “Must be losing my touch. I’ve been replaced by seafood stew and homemade bread.” He leaned forward, placed a kiss on her cheek and strode back into the living room for the last box.

  “Hungry?” she asked.

  He laughed again.

  Taking that as a yes, at least it was a yes for her, she took out the dishes, poured some of the savory stew into a large bowl and placed it in the microwave. It didn’t take long for the mouthwatering aromas to fill the room. Eyes closed she stood in front of the counter, breathing in the scents and relaxing. Calm filled her as the distant sounds of the waves surrounded her. There were no voices competing for her attention. No one with an urgent question or request.

  This week she wasn’t La Patroness, she was simply Jasmine, Silas’ woman. The thought pleased her. Just the two of them. How long had it been?

  “Too long,” he said entering her thoughts. “I’m sorry it’s taken this long to get you here. You were burning out; I should’ve seen it.” Strong arms wrapped around her from behind.

  How could she whine when his responsibilities were at least three times heavier than hers? Yet he never complained. Never yelled or argued with the many people wanting his time and that wasn’t just Pack. Heads of State, Presidents, Prime Ministers, and Pack leaders from all over the world called for his counsel.

  “I miss being alone with you.”

  “That makes my heart weep with joy,” he said, leaning down and nipping the curve of her neck.

  “I’m so in love with you, Silas,” she admitted as the bell rang and she took the steaming bowl from the microwave. “Almost as much as I love this chowder.” She grinned as he smacked her butt again.

  “I love you more than your chowder does,” he teased as he put away the groceries.

  Jasmine opened more windows and placed the bowl on the table before searching for the bag of rolls.

  “The caregivers stocked the kitchen with your list. The refrigerator’s full. I imagine the freezer is too,” Silas said. “What do you want to drink?”

  “Bottle of water’s fine.” She placed a plate of rolls on the table along with the utensils. Silas had unpacked the boxes and was finishing with placing Shyla’s yogurt into the refrigerator. “Come and eat,” she told him as she ladled soup into his bowl.

  He sat next to her, looked out the window for a few moments and then at her. “Thank you for suggesting this. It took a while to get here but I need this. I need to be alone with you and it’ll be nice spending time with Angus. I hadn’t realized we’ve never done this before.”

  Mouth stuffed with a large bite of her roll, she nodded.

  He looked at the chowder. “What’s in this again? I see the shrimp, lobster?”

  She nodded.

  “What other seafood?” he asked staring at it.

  “Scallops, fish in a thick, cream sauce. You’ve eaten it before.” She took a large spoonful, her taste buds jumped with joy. “Ummm.”

  “I want to see that look on your face later,” he said.

  Grinning, she looked at him. “Maybe I can put a little sauce in a few interesting places, lick it off.”

  “Suck it off,” he growled. His eyes danced with delight.

  “Oh? Are you dipping it in?”

  He laughed and took a large spoonful. “No, you minx. This is good.”

  “Why did you bring fishing gear? You didn’t fish the last time we were here.” She glanced at the poles and metal case on the floor in the living room before gazing at him.

  “Hawke nor Asia were interested in tossing out a line. When we’ve come with the kids, they weren’t interested either. Angus fished before and wanted to try his hand at it again.”

  “When did you fish?” She didn’t recall seeing him fish in any of his memories.

  “Angus said we fished when we were pups. He said I was pretty good but he was better,” Silas said.

  “Which you took as a challenge?” Knowing those two, Angus probably told Silas that to egg him into the challenge.

  “Of course. If I’ve fished before, I’m sure I’ll be able to do it again. The caretakers catch fish around here all the time to sell in the market. It can’t be that hard,” he said before winking at her.

  “I hope you remember how to clean and filet them too,” she said. “I’m on vacation and cleaning fish isn’t on my to-do list.”

  “I’ve heard the Tuna, Marlin, Dorado, King Mackerel and Wahoo almost jump in the boat,” he teased.

  “Hmph. You don’t have a boat. I’m serious Silas, have fun catching all the fish you want but only keep the fish you’re willing to clean,” she said as she scraped her bowl and ladled more chowder into it.

  They continued eating and enjoying the cool breezes flowing through the windows. When she finished, she cleaned the kitchen while Silas went to stand on the back deck. She joined him and stuck her toe into the infinity pool which had an unobstructed view of the ocean. Clear, azure blue water that could grace a postcard or a magazine cover, gently lapped the shores in the distance.

  He pulled her close and they stood staring at the peaceful water for several moments. “Walk the island with me. I need to check to make sure every
thing’s okay before I put up the security barrier and take you to bed.”

  Liking the sound of that, she nodded. “Let me change right quick.” She still wore the outfit she traveled in and with the high temperatures outside, needed to strip off a few layers.

  “Go ahead.”

  She entered their bedroom on the first floor. When they purchased the island several years ago, this room had been a brilliant, cotton candy pink. Renee, her daughter, had loved it and was upset when Jasmine had the room painted this calming light blue with cream accents. They had combined two rooms to make this bedroom so that the extra-large custom king-sized bed would fit. The thick rug that flowed from beneath the bed held several shades of blue in random patterns and was large enough so that she didn’t step onto the cream-colored, porcelain tile that covered most of the floors inside.

  Just as the main house had been upgraded, all six of the two bedroom guest cottages received make-overs. Each was modernized with a fully operational kitchen and amenities that would allow guests complete privacy for any length of stay. With six kids, her mom, sisters, brother, grandkids, they always needed all six cottages in the best condition. The main house held four bedrooms and was only used when she and Silas were on the island. Otherwise, guests used the cottages.

  Her luggage was near the large king-sized bed. She ignored the padded bench at the foot of it and placed her case on top of the blue and ivory print comforter.

  Quickly she opened it and found the new shorts and crop top she purchased for the trip. She shivered in anticipation of Silas’ response when he saw her in the short shorts. She pulled her hair up into a pony-tail to get it off her neck, grabbed a pair of sunglasses, flip-flops, and ran toward the porch.

  “Whoa, where’s the fire?” Angus asked as he and Shyla entered the living room. They had changed and both were dressed in shorts, tank tops, and sandals.

  “Security check around the island,” Silas said from the porch.