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  BILLIONAIRE’S FATED MATES SERIES

  CANIS BLACKFANG

  SUMMARY

  Even billionaires are bound to their destined fate. Two steamy omega werewolf shifter stories for one low price.

  OMEGA INDOCTRINATION

  Simon Leids is a human – well, was a human. Before he was bitten and turned werewolf, the biggest worry in Simon’s life was finally finding himself a girlfriend. Now he’s having these confusing and intense desires to be taken and filled up by domineering alpha men. Simon has transformed into the rarest prize an alpha can claim, a fertile omega!

  Caster Grant has it all. A multi-billion dollar corporation, his own skyscraper, a handsome butler, and he's also an alpha werewolf shifter. The one thing this brooding billionaire doesn’t have is a mate. And Mister Grant doesn’t want just any mate. He wants an omega.

  When Caster gets a whiff of Simon's scent, he knows that he must have him at any cost. Will he be able to win over the hesitant and cautious Simon, or will another omega slip through his fingers?

  OMEGA DESTINED

  The family fortune lies on the shoulders of Everett Grenwald, a refined young omega werewolf in his prime for mating. Disenchanted with love, Everett is ready to run out on the latest alpha suitor. That is, until Everett sees the man assigned to be his bodyguard.

  Him. Trent Varen, the secret wolf from Everett’s past. Rugged, untamable, a wandering vagrant with nothing that can hold him down. He’s the lowborn alpha who showed Everett a world outside his father’s mansion, and the alpha he had chosen to love – until he disappeared and broke him forever.

  It’s a chance for Everett to get the answers he’s wanted for so long – if the heat between Trent's legs doesn’t get him first.

  Written by Canis Blackfang

  Copyright© 2015-2016 by Canis Blackfang. All rights reserved.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the copyright owner and publisher of this book.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  CONTENTS

  OMEGA INDOCTRINATION

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  OMEGA DESTINED

  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

  DESERT WOLF OMEGA

  BURNING DESIRE

  ICE DRAGON OMEGA

  OMEGA INDOCTRINATION: Billionaire’s Prize

  Prologue

  Simon stared at his phone blankly.

  Shouldn’t she have replied back by now?

  His fingers hovered over the screen, hesitating on typing her name into the text message box. “I had a really good time last night,” his last text said. Sent over four hours ago. There was no way she hadn’t seen it by now, that girl had been all over her phone during their date.

  Simon took a deep breath and started to tap in another message – “It would be great to get together again sometime.” Send.

  His heart jumped as almost immediately the little bubble indicating she was typing her response popped up. Second date, second date… come on, second date, he willed.

  As the new message popped up, Simon’s eyes quickly jumped back and forth across the message, picking up all the key words that told him everything he needed to know. His vision shook and blurred as his heart dropped down to his stomach.

  “sry I dont think its gna work out”

  Simon tossed his phone aside and plopped down onto his bed, letting out a long and exasperated sigh.

  That’s another fail. He stared at the message. Whatever. I don’t want a girlfriend who can’t even type properly.

  He had been doing the online dating thing for months, and out of all the dates he’d been on he could’ve sworn this one had gone the smoothest. Simon just couldn’t understand it. He was a reasonably attractive guy. He worked out, made sure his body was well taken care of, always made sure he looked presentable. He made good money in a good job as an engineer. There was no reason that he could think of for why all the prospective girlfriends broke it off after the first date.

  “Be honest, I’m a pretty good looking guy right?” Simon said to his friend Kevin on the phone.

  “I’ve told you before Si, you’re fine. I mean, you’re not my type but yeah. Plenty of guys would love to fuck your little straight ass.”

  “That’s great Kevin. Fantastic. I’m looking for a girlfriend though. Why the hell do all these girls keep rejecting me?”

  “Well Si, I can only speak from experience as a gay man and as your best friend but…”

  Simon sat up straighter. In their years of friendship Kevin had never, not once, given Simon criticism about anything. “But what?”

  “Have you considered that you’re a little too… overbearing?”

  “Overbearing? What do you mean overbearing? I’m just attentive that’s all. Don’t girls like it when guys are attentive?”

  “Sure, probably. But nobody, guy or girl, is gonna be into someone that’s texting them like ten times after the first date asking when they’re gonna see them again.”

  Simon frowned. “I don’t text ten times. Maybe like…four…”

  “That’s probably three too many buddy, if that.”

  Simon squeezed his eyes shut, the truth of the matter staring him right in the face for the first time. He probably was too attentive. “What do I do Kevin? How do I fix this?”

  “I’ll tell you what. I just bought a brand new bottle of Japanese whiskey. Have I told you that the Japanese make the best whiskey in the world now? They got an award.”

  “No shit?”

  “No shit. Why don’t you come over and we’ll have a glass or two.”

  Simon smiled. “Kevin, you’re a real bro you know that? You always know how to make me feel better.”

  “Maybe we should start dating.”

  “If only. I’ll be over in a bit. I’m gonna walk it, clear my head a bit.”

  Simon’s apartment was across from Kevin’s, only separated by a huge city park. Simon put on his coat and scarf and stepped out into the brisk night air. He always found that nice long walks helped him think straight. The wail of an ambulance screamed down the street and he crossed the road towards the park. Far off in the distance, looming above all the other buildings in the city was the monolithic shape of the Grant Tower, a skyscraper owned by some eccentric billionaire. Walking towards the Grant Tower lead straight through the park to Kevin’s, and Simon set out with his eyes turned up to its twinkling visage.

  It was an unusually quiet night. Simon occasionally took walks in the park after dinner and around this time there would typically be joggers and other people strolling around, but tonight it was empty. Simon pulled his jacket on tighter. Maybe it was the cold that had kept everyone in.

  A brisk wind blew through the park, rustling the leaves on the trees and creating a shrill howl
that sent a shiver down Simon’s spine. The streetlamps that lined the walking path cast pools of yellow light down, and in the dark areas between Simon’s mind began to creep and wander. He could’ve sworn he saw someone…or something…moving around in the distance, out in the darkness of the park.

  I always do this walk. It’s just a little quiet tonight, nothing to be nervous about. This is a safe area.

  He tried to let his mind wander to something else. God. I am really that overbearing?

  He thought about all the failed relationships he had over the years, and for the first time began to analyze what had really gone wrong. Simon had always just attributed the failure to some personality incompatibility. He had never stopped to consider that maybe he was the sole incompatible element.

  “Fuck,” he muttered to himself as he recalled all the moments when he had been struck with a paranoid urgency to check up on the person he was dating. He hadn’t really considered that sending multiple text messages and calling again and again until she answered was…weird. Clingy. Overbearing.

  Simon jolted in surprise as he heard a crunching of leaves from off in the darkness. Just up ahead was the tunnel that dipped underground and lead to the side of the street that was his exit. As he hurried towards it, Simon swore he heard footsteps through the grass from the darkness of the park. He picked up the pace, his ears straining to hear if anyone was following him.

  He felt some relief as he reached the yellow light of the tunnel, and slowed down from his power walk to a normal stride. I get spooked way to easily, he thought with a guilty smile.

  Tahp tahp tahp tahp…

  A shot of adrenaline surged through his body as the sound echoed through the tunnel behind him. There was someone else there!

  Oh shit, oh shit, I’m not just imagining this am I?

  Tahp tahp tahptahptahp… the footsteps echoed faster, approaching him quickly.

  Simon gritted his teeth and spun around, and nearly yelped in shock as he came face to face with the disheveled appearance of a homeless man wrapped in a dirty brown robe, like a monk. He was holding out a grimy hand.

  “’Pardons,” the vagrant mumbled, his eyes nervously flicking back and forth.

  What is he on drugs or something? Simon smiled nervously. “Uh, hi. I’m kind of in a hurry…”

  “Change. Change for me.”

  Nope, he’s just insane.

  Simon thrust his hands into his pockets. “Sorry man, I’m just out on a walk. I don’t have anything on me.

  “Lies. Lies. Man and wolf.” The man jerked forward suddenly and grabbed Simon’s arm, thrusting his nose forward and sniffing at the air around him. “’Kin smell it all. Tell it all. Smell it all. Omega. Alpha. Fresh and human.”

  Smell it all is right. I can definitely smell all of you right now, man. “Right. I’m gonna just get…going…” Simon slowly turned around, nervous about showing his back to the deranged man. If I just make it through the tunnel and up the stairs I’ll be out on the main street and if this guy decides to go stabby on me I-

  Simon felt that surge of adrenaline again as he heard the thud of rapid footsteps behind him. He spun around and yelped in shock – the crazy homeless guy was charging right at him, his eyes wild and his hands outstretched to grab him. I’m being fucking mugged! As Simon turned to flee he thrust his hands into his pockets and scooped his loose change into his fist, then flung it at the man’s face.

  “It’s all I have!” he yelled as he ran. The coins bounced of the man and jangled to the ground, having done nothing to placate him. He came at Simon with a shocking speed, leaping forward and catching Simon’s arm. “Get the fuck off of me!” Simon grunted, trying to pry his arm loose. “HELP, I’M BEING MUGGED!” he screamed as he drove the side of his forearm against the man’s chest in an effort to push him away. The man let out a low growl and sank his teeth into his arm.

  “You fucking bit me!” Simon yelled as he kicked the man off. He at his forearm – the man’s teeth had left marks and had barely broken the skin, a little trickle of blood running down his arm.

  “Hey! Hey you alright?” Two high school kids holding skateboards had walked down into the tunnel and ran up to Simon. One of them lifted his board up in a threatening pose, and the old man growled and scurried off into the darkness of the park.

  “Shit dude, did that guy fucking bite you?” one of the kids said.

  “Did he jack your shit?” said the other.

  Simon shook his head, half in shocked bewilderment. “No he didn’t take anything.”

  “You okay man? You should go to the hospital or some shit.”

  “It was just a little scratch,” Simon said, holding his arm. His evening was already terrible, he didn’t want to end with a pointless and probably expensive visit to the hospital. He just wanted to get to Kevin’s place, chill out on the couch and have a nice glass of whiskey with his friend.

  In a daze, Simon wandered up the stairs leading out of the tunnel, the voices of two high schoolers echoing behind him.

  “You sure you alright, bro…”

  God, what a terrible day.

  “Jesus Si, what happened?” Kevin said as he opened the door to his apartment, his curly dark hair a handsome mess, his eyes wide with concern. He still had on his work clothes, a clean pressed dress shirt and slacks with an expensive silver banded watch that made him look like some high rolling stock market investor, but in reality was a bartender at an upscale hotel. “Come on, get inside. Your arm!” He hurried off to get some antiseptic from the bathroom.

  “This fucking hobo, Kevin. He tried to fucking rob me!”

  “Jesus, this is why I keep telling you it’s not safe to walk in that park after dark. Let me see your arm real quick. Here, take this.” Kevin handed him a glass of amber liquid and he quickly took generous gulp. It was smooth and flavorful, and he could feel it working its warm magic as it spread into his belly.

  “Wow, that is good,” he said. “Ah!”

  Kevin touched a gauze soaked with antiseptic to Simon’s arm, cleaning the wound. “I can’t believe he bit you, dude. You want me to take you to the hospital or anything?”

  “No, no. It’s not that bad. Nothing some rubbing alcohol and a bit of this awesome whiskey can’t fix.”

  “Told you. Japanese make the best whiskey in the world now.”

  Simon felt a strange energy bubbling up from within him, a fire spreading from his chest to his head and down to the tip of his cock. His vision blurred momentarily, and he shook his head to try and shake away the feeling. His eyes widened, he looked at the glass of whiskey in his hand. Damn, this is good stuff. But he wasn’t entirely convinced it was the drink that was affecting him. Maybe he was just tired. It had been a stressful evening after all.

  “Don’t drink it too fast,” Kevin cautioned. “You’re supposed to savor this stuff.” He tipped the bottle of single malt to fill Simon’s glass again, and took a seat on the couch.

  “So tell me Simon. What was your childhood like?”

  Simon snorted and took another sip of his whiskey. “Tell me what I need to do Kevin,” he sighed as he settled back into the armchair.

  “Well, you know that I haven’t been the most successful with relationships either, so maybe I’m not the best person to give advice on the subject but…”

  Simon waited for his friend to continue.

  “…If there’s one thing that having been through a few long term relationships has taught me it’s that the one common denominator in all those failures is me. If shit is going wrong and I’m getting dumped for it, then there’s gotta be an issue with the way I’m acting.”

  Simon nodded. His head was feeling a little woozy. Kevin was talking, telling a story about his ex-boyfriend, but for some reason Simon was focusing in on his friend’s hands and forearms. He had never noticed how…strong they looked. Kevin had an extremely nice gym body, and his forearms and hands rippled with muscle and veins. The way he was gripping his glass with both hands w
rapped around it… it looked almost like he were grasping an extra thick…co-

  VOOM!

  Simon’s felt a surge of vertigo as a hot flash shot across his vision. For an instant his mind’s eye pictured rippling muscle, the hard lines of man flesh, the throbbing tumescence of rock hard dick. Just like the natural instinct that men had when they saw an attractive woman walk by on the street, the instinct to wonder how she was in bed, how she looked naked, how her pussy tasted as she spread it open just for him, Simon had the same vision but instead about his friend in front of him. He frowned as a cold sweat crept over his body, and he suddenly felt ill.

  What the…

  “Uh, Si? You alright?”