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  FIGHTING DESTINY

  FIGHTING DESTINY

  A Westin Pack Novel

  By

  Julie Trettel

  Fighting Destiny

  A Westin Pack Novel: Book Two

  Copyright ©2017, Julie Trettel. All rights reserved.

  Cover Art by, Desiree Deorto Designs

  Editing by, Sara Meadows of TripleA Publishing Services

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission from the author.

  Purchases should only come from authorized electronic editions. Please do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials.

  Thanks and Acknowledgments

  Holy cow, readers and fans! I’m not sure where you all came from, but the outpouring of love for Westin Pack has blown me away. One True Mate is off to a phenomenal start and I truly hope you all enjoy Fighting Destiny just as much. There’s lots more on the way too. So first and foremost I have to thank all of you! Truly, from the bottom of my heart. I have been incredibly humbled by your kind words and enjoy speaking with each of you who take the time to reach out to me.

  As always, a huge thanks to my family. You are my world and I’m grateful for the patience and encouragement from each of you everytime I sit down to write.

  Gosh, so many people to thank on this book. Sara Meadows, Desiree DeOrto, Bridgette O’Hare, Deb Burchfield, Heather Karn, Heather Hildenbrand, Will Matthews, my Elite crew who’s always ready to jump in and support my next book, and I’m no doubt missing plenty others. Each of you played an important role in helping me get this book to publication, even if it was just an ear to vent to! Oh, and certainly can’t forget LC Hibbett and Hazel Stewart for helping out with Patrick’s vocabulary!

  Finally, I have to thank my mother. Corene Cunningham. She was my first cheerleader in life and continues to be still to this day. I wouldn’t be a published author without her, and her excitement and insistence of receiving regular updates is contagious and encourages me to keep pushing forward. Love you Mom!

  Table of Contents

  Thanks and Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

  Dear Reader

  SNEAK PEEK

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  About the Author

  Elise

  Chapter 1

  I smacked the alarm clock with a groan. Who got up at that ungodly hour? For the last two and a half months, that answer would be me. And why? Because the one person in this world I didn't want to see had come to town, and he wasn't leaving.

  His auburn hair stuck out like a beacon anywhere I went, and like the coward I was, I hid every time. A part of me longed to look into his eyes and feel that final spark of recognition. What color were his eyes? I had wondered about that too often and immediately scolded myself.

  Patrick O'Connell would give up and go home, eventually. He had only come here to kill my brother in that ridiculous mating ritual and take his one true mate. No doubt he hadn't smelled me coming until it was almost too late.

  I had been out with my sister, Lily, and my brother's mate, Kelsey, to scout Kyle's latest challenger during the mating challenges. See, once a newly mated pair is announced there's a challenge period where an eligible wolf can issue a battle to the death for those mating rites.

  Kyle and Kelsey's period was shortened due to extenuating circumstances. Basically, Kelsey’s a super powerful she-wolf witch with all kinds of awesome powers that caused them to bond faster than should be possible. I had totally called it, but even still, they had to endure a month of absolute terror through the challenges.

  Sure, Kyle being Alpha of our pack made his position much more sought after, but my position in the pack made me only slightly less desirable, and I didn't have any super powers to lessen the challenge period. Four months. That's what I'd have to endure if I took a mate. Four months of hell. I couldn't do it.

  Currently, Kelsey was expecting their first child. If it was a boy, some of the pressure would come off me. As second oldest in the family, should I take a mate, that would move the line of succession to him until, and unless, Kyle heirs a son. It was such a mess. My plan all along has been to just not take a mate until that happens, but then Patrick showed up and he wouldn’t go away.

  Anyway, back to my story. Lily and Kelsey and I went to scout out the Irish challenger that had just arrived. As we got close, my whole body started tingling, almost like I needed to shift to my wolf form, and then, I smelled him. It was the most delicious thing I'd ever smelled and it called to me. I saw the tall, strong man with the auburn hair from behind and he stiffened his shoulders and sniffed the air. I knew immediately who he was to me, like some blaring neon sign pointing and exclaiming, this is your one true mate! Of course, I did the only sane thing possible. I faked a headache and ran home with my tail between my legs, scared half to death.

  Since that moment, I had done everything in my power to avoid one Patrick O'Connell. San Marco, the town my pack inhabits, is not an extremely big place. Everyone knows everyone, and everyone knows everyone's business. It's both a blessing and a curse.

  Of course I knew Patrick had gotten whiff of his one true mate, and had no plans to leave without her, or rather, me. He had even reneged on his challenge against Kyle for Kelsey, telling my brother there was no way he could do that after he'd smelled me. My now sap of a brother thought it was pretty romantic and actually gave him clemency in Westin territory, and put him up in Kelsey's old cottage on the edge of town after she'd moved in with Kyle.

  I couldn't even run through my favorite woods anymore for fear of running into him. My theory was that there had to be more than just his smell, but I knew if I saw his eyes I'd be a goner. I had heard so many amazing, sigh-inducing stories of true mates. Not everyone was lucky enough to find theirs, and in my head I knew he was the only man for me, but I couldn't cave to that primal urge to reach out to him. So, avoidance it had to be.

  My alarm sounded again, interrupting my thoughts. I turned it off instead of hitting the snooze button again and reluctantly got up, pulling on my robe and headed for the bathroom.

  Four a.m. That was my new routine. Up at four meant in the office by five where I could hide out with little to no chance of crossing paths with him. I brought my lunch and ate in my office, alone, every day. It was what I needed to do to survive.

  I knew my family was worried sick about me. Some days I even agreed they should be. It had become almost a sick obsession—avoid Patrick O'Connell at all costs. The alternative made me physically ill. Not him. Not meeting him, but I knew from everything I'd compulsively
found out about him these past few months, that I'd likely fall head over heels for him. It wasn't that that scared me, exactly, it was the challenges. It was the thought of losing him. I'd rather just not have him at all.

  I was twenty-five years old. I was a strong, independent woman. I was a wolf-shifter from one of the strongest bloodlines in shifter history. I didn't need a man. I didn't need a mate, not even a true mate, and I certainly did not need Patrick O'Connell

  I grabbed a strawberry Pop-Tart from the pantry on my way out, trying to be quiet and not wake anyone. I was not a morning person, but I guess you had to do what you had to do.

  At 5:01, I unlocked the door to my office and sighed in relief at the safety I now associated with the room. The Westin Foundation was a private company used to legally and gainfully employ wolf-shifters and keep up appearances of a normal community in the eyes of the humans. It didn't hurt that it was extremely profitable and gave the Westin Pack a much plusher living than any other pack.

  I had recently been promoted to VP of Human Resources and I loved my job. Part of what I loved most was the interactions with people. I was very much a people person, but lately my focus was on paperwork and it hadn't gone unnoticed. I was asked if anything was wrong or if I wanted to talk about it on a daily basis. They meant well, but I could never confess what a coward I was. Kyle had even called me in for two disciplinary chats, formally on my record. I still couldn't believe it. Who was I? I wasn't sure I even knew anymore.

  It had been a quiet morning, but by lunchtime I was fighting a massive headache and considered going home. A knock on my door sounded, making the pain worsen. I considered ignoring it, but the banging just continued.

  “What?” I snapped, opening the door.

  “Is that any way to welcome your sisters?” Lily, my little sister, asked, with Kelsey in tow.

  “Sorry, headache. This really isn't a good time.” I tried to close the door, but she just stuck her foot in the way, and I knew they weren't going to leave peaceably.

  “What?” I asked a little snappier than I meant as they barged past me. “Please come on in,” I said under my breath, and not in a polite way.

  “Don't mind if we do,” Lily said, as Kelsey fished out an aspirin from her purse and handed it to me.

  “Thanks,” I said, genuinely feeling like a tool for taking out my frustrations on them.

  “Sit down,” Kelsey said, motioning to the sofa in a corner of the room. Something told me she meant business and that I wasn't going to like it. “Shall I start, or you?” she asked my sister.

  “Oh, I got this,” Lily said with a wicked grin. “Elise, it's been over two months of the sulking, hiding, hermit crap. We've tried to be understanding and give you your space.” I snorted at her. “I said tried! Anyway, enough is enough. You don't want to talk about whatever happened to you. Fine. But E, you're really scaring us.”

  “Kyle's convinced you were raped and is ready to start interrogating every wolf in San Marco to get to the bottom of it,” Kelsey said matter-of-factly.

  “What? Raped? He can't be serious. Nothing happened to me. I appreciate the concern, but honestly I'm just busy, with a lot on my mind.”

  “Bullshit,” Lily challenged.

  “It's just some personal stuff I'm dealing with, but I'm fine.”

  “You're not fine. There's nothing fine about you waking up at four a.m. and sneaking into the office. You are less of a morning person than I am. There's nothing fine about locking yourself away from everyone, whether here in your office or at home in your room. If you had a smile on your face even once I'd think you were having an illicit affair you didn't want anyone to know about, but E, you look completely miserable and it scares us.”

  I sighed. I was going to have to stop being such a coward and start facing things. I certainly never intended to upset or scare anyone.

  “I'm fine. I promise. How about we head to lunch? I don't want you guys to worry about me.”

  “If it's the new position at work, Kyle will hire another assistant to help with your workload,” Kelsey offered, fishing out reasons for my behavior.

  “No, I'm fine. I can handle it.” Oh God, they thought I couldn't handle my job now? This was getting bad. I'd just have to prove to them that everything was just fine.

  “I hear the Crate is serving lunch. How about we go there?” Lily suggested. I knew she was really hoping to see Cole Anderson, whose tattoo parlor was only a few doors down, and who Lily had been crushing on forever.

  “Sure,” I said. Of course I didn't want to go, but I had to get some of the heat off my back, and I just prayed Patrick O'Connell was nowhere in the area.

  Planting on my best fake smile, I grabbed my bag and we headed for the door. Maybe lunch out with the girls wouldn't be so bad.

  As we entered the Crate, I couldn't help but sniff the air and look around. No sign of Patrick. I tried to breathe a sigh of relief, but if I were being honest, I was a little disappointed by it, too.

  The Crate was really a bar and a bit of a dive, but it was a popular hangout in San Marco. Dark paneling covered the walls, matching the dark wood floors. A bar, with stools for seating, ran along the back wall. To the right was a small stage mostly used for karaoke night, but occasionally a group of local kids would attempt to start up a band and they'd play there some nights. The current hot group in town was my youngest brother Chase's band. They really were pretty good, too.

  We headed off to the left towards the booths that ran along that wall. There were also several tables that sat in the middle of the room and at nights were often pushed aside to clear a small dance floor. The place may have been a little dark, but it was always clean and when Jesse, who owned the bar, had decided to open for lunch, it had become a popular eatery too.

  “Hey, Misty.” Lily waved to the pretty blond waitress who was as much a staple of the Crate as Jesse himself.

  “Hey ladies. Elise,” she said, surprised but happy to see me. “We've missed you. How have you been?”

  Fake smile in place, realizing that gossip and concern had spread beyond my family. “I'm good, just really busy. How are you?”

  We chatted for a few and she took our orders before flitting off to the next table. Misty had always reminded me of a hummingbird, the way she moved throughout the room. I couldn't help but smile, genuinely smile, and realized it had been a long time since I'd done much of that. It felt good.

  “So, Kels, how are you feeling?”

  I didn't miss the shared look she gave Lily with my change in character.

  “Overall, not too bad. It's still early. A little nausea in the mornings and a constant hunger, and I get overly emotional easily, which drives me nuts, but overall I can't really complain. Micah thinks I'm about ten weeks, but that seems farther along than I thought. I go for my first ultrasound next week, so we'll see.”

  Everyone in San Marco knew Micah. He was the only doctor in town and the son of one of the Pack Council members.

  “Okay, if you're listening to Kyle, you'd think she's about to pop any second, always fussing over her. It's cute and annoying.” Lily rolled her eyes. “Who knew that big strong wolf of a brother of ours would be such a kitten over his mate. It's hysterical.”

  Kelsey glared what I'd deemed the “mom eyes” at Lily. “Lil, don't harass him. This is new for both of us and he's just nervous. I am too. We're going to be parents. I can't even believe it.”

  I looked at her and said sincerely, “You two are going to be the best parents any kid could ask for.”

  I hadn't meant them to, but my words started a flood from Kelsey's eyes. It made us all laugh.

  “I'm sorry. I just get so emotional!”

  Conversation the rest of the meal was light and friendly. They weren't on my case anymore and I was relaxed and actually enjoying our time together. Excusing myself, I headed for the bathroom. Staring at the mirror, I was surprised to see me staring back. Not the empty, hollow, scared coward I'd gotten used to seeing, but me, a
nd I looked happy and alive again. I vowed to try to open up a little more and not let a certain wolf continue to drive me into darkness.

  As I stepped out of the bathroom, I smelled him. Patrick was there. I was certain of it. My palms started sweating, and my heart began pounding in my chest. I peeked around the corner, out into the dining hall, and sure enough, there he stood with my brother at my table talking to my sisters. I watched him for a moment as he talked effortlessly and laughed with my family, but something in his posture was tight and I found him looking around the room like he was searching for someone. Then it dawned on me. He was looking for me. He knew I was there.

  I flagged Misty over and asked her to tell the girls that my headache had returned, and I had gone home to rest. She looked at me with concern, but said she would. Like the chicken I was, I let myself out of the back door and fled once again from the man who haunted my thoughts day and night.

  Patrick

  Chapter 2

  The moment I entered the Crate my body warmed and relaxed. Her scent was everywhere. It was the strongest I'd smelled my mystery woman, my mate, since that very first day warming up before my challenge with Kyle Westin. I had reneged on the challenge, and it had cost me everything.

  I was so grateful to Kyle and all the Westins for taking me in, allowing me to stay in their territory. Liam and Chase had become staples at my place. They hung out there all the time and it was great. I had a lot of brothers, five of them actually, but our father raised us in competition. His dream was to be the strongest, most powerful alpha in history. His plan was to keep Colin, my oldest brother, close to him, groomed to take over the pack someday. Then as other packs' firstborns began to mate we would each in turn challenge and defeat, essentially taking over that pack in alliance and dedication to him.

  My brother, Finn, had done exactly as planned, challenging and defeating the alpha of a small pack in the Amazon. He seemed happy enough in life. When Kyle Westin mated, I was next in line. I had no choice in the matter and my father had sent my challenge ahead of sending me. I was prepared to do as I had been raised, to fulfill my father's dream. As alpha of the prestigious Westin Pack, I would have been top son in my father's eyes. It was all I had ever wanted, and while a very small part of me regretted it being Kyle, who had been a friend to me through our college days, I still knew what I had to do and was prepared to do so. Until I got one whiff of the woman that would change my life forever.