Bronx´s Wounded Wolf (Mystic Wolves #4) by Elle Boon. Paranormal Romance Release & ARC Review

Bronx’s Wounded Wolf is book four in the Mystic Wolves Series by Elle Boon!

A WOUNDED WOLF…A FIERCE PROTECTOR…AN UNSHAKABLE BOND…Will Bronx and Taya be able to create that mystical bond without her inner wolf, or will their love be enough?

A WOUNDED WOLF… Having suffered at the hands of a rogue pack, Taya’s wolf retreat’s deep inside her. She learns to rely on her humanity as she seeks sanctuary from the pack she’d been taken from as a child.

A FIERCE PROTECTOR…Bronx feels an instant connection to Taya the moment he set eyes on her, even though he couldn’t sense her wolf. Her pain and wariness stop him from claiming her right then and there, keeping him and his wolf on edge.

AN UNSHAKEABLE BOND…Neither Taya nor Bronx can deny their feelings for one another, and as the weeks go by, they both give into their desires. Bronx’s wolf is ready to claim Taya, wolf or not. Taya misses her wolf, but when her past catches up to them, she’ll need more than her humanity and Bronx to save her. They’ll need the strength of the pack and help from the Fey if they hope to come out of the battle alive and whole. 

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Taya Blade has been rescued from the rogue wolves who were torturing her,  but she is still broken.  She has lost her wolf. 
Bronx Ducane knows Taya is his mate but she is so traumatized he doesn't know how to help her. 
There is a lot of danger still to come. There is also help from an unexpected direction. 
A fast paced,  sexy story that you can read on it's own,  although I for one will go back and read the others in the series.  This is the first book I have read from this author.  Now I have some catching up to do. 
I loved it. 

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Excerpt

Bronx had to battle his wolf back to keep from demanding the names of all the ones who’d come before him. Yeah, he didn’t expect to take her V-card. In all actuality, he was glad she wasn’t a virgin. Most females couldn’t really handle him and his size, especially when he was close to shifting. Unlike the others in the pack, he was a little more feral. He needed the pack to tether him, or he worried he’d be more like the rogues who they had to put down.

If he ever came face to face with any of the men who she’d been with, he feared he’d hurt them.

“You’re growling, and your eyes are glowing. You need to dial it back, wolfman.” Her hands were sifting through his hair.

“Why are you not smelling like you should?” He adjusted his hold on her.

She tilted her head to the side, her eyes blinked a couple times as if she was thinking before answering him. Smart woman. He didn’t want or need her to try and lie to him.

“First off, I’m not scared, so I don’t know what you want me to do or how you think I should smell. So why don’t you tell me what you’re expecting from me.”

“You’re a wolf, and don’t give me any bullshit, or shake your damn head. Inside you’re still wolf. She’s there, and we will get her to come out and play one day. Now, to get back to the original question. You know that everything has a unique scent. Lies, arousal, fear. Fear is an acrid odor that is damn offensive to my nose when it comes to you. I don’t ever want to smell it coming off of you when it comes to me. Feel me?”

“Oh, I feel you all right.” She wiggled in his hold.

“Sassy little thing, aren’t you?”

The sound of a twig snapping had Bronx releasing her legs. He spun to face the woods and inhaled, allowing his wolf to push forward. “Fuck, we need to get out of here.” He reached back and pulled Taya with him back toward his bike, his eyes scanning their surroundings.

“What’s wrong? You can smell if someone was here, right?” The acrid scent he’d been talking about was so strong now, he wanted to reach around and kick his own ass.

Keeping his tone low, he tried to reassure her. “Baby, when it comes to you, I’m not willing to take any chances.” He handed her the helmet and pulled his on while his eyes searched the semi-circle. The fine hairs on his arms stood on end. “Hop on and hold tight. We’re gonna ride fast and hard.”

She nodded, making him fall a little harder for her. Fate gave him a mate worthy of him, if only he could be worthy of her. He sent a prayer up to the goddess to watch over them.

His bike rumbled to life, and without any preamble he turned them back the way they came, a sense of foreboding made him reach out to Niall on their pack link. “Niall, I think something is coming, and it feels real bad, man.”

“Where you at?” Niall’s no nonsense response was exactly what he needed to take a deep breath and make the curves without hesitation.

“I took Taya up to Look Out Point.”

“You trying to pull a Jett?”

Jett was a member of the pack who was known for taking his mate up to the same spot, or as he called it, their spot and if someone happened upon his car and it was rocking, you most definitely shouldn’t bother knocking. “No, I wanted her to see how beautiful it was up here. How…peaceful it could be.”

Silence met his declaration, and then Niall sighed through the link. “She’s your mate, Bronx. You don’t need to convince her, we just need to find her wolf. I’ve talked with Payton and she says there’s some things she’d like to do to help. Um, Taryn would also like to try some things she’d seen her dad do. Now, don’t say anything stupid, just get your woman home and safe on pack lands. We’ve upped the wards and patrols.”

Bronx held back the growl and the mental fuck you. Barely. “I’ll check in once I have her settled.”

“She going to stay at the Glades, or you taking her home with you?”

Damn, he hadn’t thought of her going back to the small studio at the back of the old alphas, instead he’d steered them toward his place. “Mine for now. I’ll update you later.”

“If you ain’t neutered,” Niall snorted. Even through their link he could hear the other man, and pictured him laughing.

Bronx projected himself flipping Niall the bird, then cut the connection.

The long driveway to his place was similar to the other members of his pack, they liked to be able to hear if anyone was coming onto their property from the highway. The gravel road led to an A-frame home he’d chosen, instead of the ranch style his alpha and Zayn chose and he hoped Taya approved. He went with the natural materials most of the other wolves used, of stone and logs, mixing them into his designs with the backside of his home almost all made of glass. The two car garage held his truck and had space for his bike, or her car. Shit, he was already making plans to build another stall for their bikes.

“Wow, this place is incredible,” Taya said as they came to a stop by the front door.

He sat, looking at what she would see, wondering what she would think of the inside. He’d continued with the natural inside, too, but added all things needed for modern day necessities in hopes of one day bringing his mate home. No use putting off going inside, he sighed.

Holding his arm out, he helped her steady herself, knowing he’d taken the twists and turns faster than was wise for a human, but he had his shifter strength and speed that helped him keep the bike straight and on the road. When her legs wobbled as she tried to stand without his help, he hopped off his Harley and swung her into his arms. “Dammit, I’m sorry, babe. I shouldn’t have taken you up there without making sure we had backup.”

She grinned. “Now that would’ve been embarrassing.”

“What do you mean?” He grimaced, unsure why she was smiling when he could’ve gotten her killed.

“If we’d have had backup, they’d have seen us dry humping, saw me orgasm like a floosy, and sure as shit smelled me as well. So, yeah, I’m glad it was just you and me up there.”

He growled, the sound came from deep within. “You are no floosy, and nobody gets to see or smell you come but me from here on out.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Listen here, caveman. Don’t go spewing that bullshit with me. I’m here cause I want to be, but I can leave just as easy.”

It took all his power to dial back his beast, knowing she was speaking the absolute truth. If her wolf was present they’d already be marked and mated. However, this woman, his mate, didn’t have the same instincts as him because she’d been wounded. It was his job to protect her, heal her, and accept her for what she was, even if she didn’t ever truly accept him.

“I’m sorry, babe. My wolf is riding me hard right now. We weren’t alone in those woods, and I can guarantee you it wasn’t my pack that was out there.”

A gasp fell from her lips. “I should leave.”

His arms went around her to keep her from trying to flee. “Where do you think you’re going? First off, how you gonna get there? Second, the safest place you could be is with me on pack lands. Now come on, don’t you want to see inside?”

She shivered, her eyes darted around the clearing in front of them. “How do you know they didn’t follow us?”

“The Fey have set up wards to protect us. Only those we allow and humans who mean no harm, can come on our lands. We’re safe here,” his voice dipped low.

He didn’t want to scare her by telling her about the unknown wolf scent or the possible human connection they’d smelled on their lands the other night. No, if he kept her by his side, he’d keep her safe, or die trying.

 

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Kurt watched through slitted eyes as Taya allowed the large wolf to hold her like an animal in heat. He could scent her desire and wondered why she was such a whore. If he’d been the one to raise her instead of the thieving bitch of an aunt, she’d be a good girl. He’d have already worked the serum into her slowly, making the Fey in her come to the surface. Then, he’d have access to the realm that held so much power. Power he needed. Power that should be his.

Listening to the degenerate speak in growling terms, he wanted to put his fist through the man’s chest and pull his heart out. Oh, he pictured it clearly and made a list of all he’d do to the big bastard once he had him in his lab. Yes, Bronx would make a fine specimen. Maybe he’d even allow Taya to mate him before he killed the wolf. A deer came close to where he hid, startling him as he was too focused on his prey. The animal skittered in fright, making a branch break.

He watched the wolf lift his head, saw when he realized he wasn’t the largest, most dangerous predator in the woods. That’s right, boy. I’m going to kill you slowly. You’ll beg for mercy, only there’ll be none.

Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say...with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She's known for her penchant of dropping F-bombs like a boss, needing coffee before she's human, and blessing so many hearts, she is going for sainthood. 

She'd never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, being that she's athletically challenged and all. She loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, all things romance, whether it's erotic, contemporary, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after. 

Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.

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