Conquer Me (Sawtooth Shifters, #4) Read Online Free PDF

sending her home to Walter. This time I knew she’d be back.
    I was just as desperate as the Channings with their human women, wanting something I couldn’t have. They dreamed of their scientific freak show babies, and I dreamed of growing old with someone else’s wife.
    Lost in a daydream, I tipped my head back behind the counter in the showroom. I needed to snap out of it. I was all too aware that reality had a way of twisting dreams into nightmares.
    Back in the motorcycle business, we were so damn busy that we only took custom orders and gave showings by appointment. I’d learned from the Full Moon Fever parties that the more exclusive something was, the more people wanted a piece of it. Just to say they could have it. Until we could meet demand, Choppers by Lowe was for the privileged few.
    “Looking good, Major,” Walter proclaimed when he walked into my shop like he belonged here. He, on the other hand, looked like shit. The older he got, the less difference there was between wolf and man. He plastered a feral grin on his face and leaned against the counter. “You were bloody and broken the last time I saw you. Can’t tell you which one I prefer.”
    I leaned forward, my arms crossed not to take a swing at this shithead. A tire iron connecting with his skull would end this whole thing. “Why’s that?”
    “Because now I have the chance to break you again,” he said. Never going to happen. “You’re the talk of the town.”
    “Am I?” I balled my fists behind my back, determined to keep my cool. I wouldn’t give him any more information than he offered, but there was no way he didn’t know Cass came to The Redheaded Stepchild last night. “I’d think a man of your stature would have more important things to do than listen to gossip.”
    Walter laughed. “I do. I’m here to see your beautiful bikes. I hear they’re a work of art.”
    “Bullshit.” Now it was my turn to laugh. Walter tried to shut us down so many times, even going as far as introducing an ordinance at the town meeting to ban motorcycles in Granger Falls. He was so deep in the mayor’s pocket he was probably giving Southworth head.
    “What the fuck do you want, Walter?”
    His posture relaxed, pretending to be nice had stressed his system. Bile rose in my throat as the image of him naked on top of my Cass flashed through my mind. I eyed the tire iron one more time. “We seem to have something in common,” he said. “An enemy. Shadow Channing.”
    Wasn’t expecting that. “I wouldn’t call Shadow an enemy.” More like the annoying little brother I never wanted, constantly vying for my attention. Trying to one up me. I had two younger brothers and they knew their fucking place. “But he is the alpha right now.”
    “Right now,” Walter echoed. “That must be eating at you, Major. I know how much you don’t like coming in second. To anyone.” He might as well have rubbed my nose in shit.
    “No, I don’t. Are you ever going to get to the point? I have work to do. A whole backlog of customers waiting for bikes. Six months out of commission tends to do that.”
    “Channing thinks he has the right over my father’s land. I don’t have any legal recourse because it wasn’t traditionally willed to me. But you know the packs have their own way of administering justice. I see this as a win-win. I get my father’s farm back, and you get to be alpha.”
    “You want me to kill Shadow.” A hard lump formed in my throat.
    “I want you to take care of the problem.” That disgusting yellow grin was back. “You’ll be rewarded handsomely. I can buy every bike in this place, if you like. You’d be a wealthy man, Major. Imagine what you could do with all that money.”
    “I don’t want your money.” It was another fucking slap in the face. Money meant nothing to Walter, about as much as the wolves he referred to as trash meant to him—the Channings and the Lowes included. I’d never let Walter have any controlling