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Wulf, Tales of the Chosen

Wulf, Tales of the Chosen

In the gay scifi romance Wulf, Tales of the Chosen, superstar Wulf Gabriel must depend on the one man he swore he would never trust again. The most powerful man in the empire – the Harbinger. Lust. Power. Forgiveness. A Chosen loves forever.

Wulf Gabriel longs for freedom. A superstar in the Tarthian Empire, he is bound by an unscrupulous agent to a restrictive contract. With his career threatened and his life at risk, Wulf must trust the one man he swore would never again control him — Luc Saint-Cyr, the Harbinger.

For the Harbinger, saving Wulf is a matter of asserting his will. The enigmatic Luc’s legendary power makes him the most feared man in the empire. But to win Wulf’s heart, Luc will have to risk baring his own.

Wulf Excerpt

In this scene, Luc Saint-Cyr is working at his desk when his assistant interrupts him.

“Excuse me, sir.”

His concentration broken for the fifth time in as many minutes, Luc Saint-Cyr tossed aside his reading and leaned back in his desk chair. “Now what?”

The sixth person he’d hired this month to replace his former assistant stepped all the way inside, shut the door quietly, and approached his desk.

“I’m very sorry, sir. I know you didn’t want to be disturbed for the next hour, but–”

He held up a hand to stop further apology. “What is it, Ms. Mead?”

“The gentleman on the holophone says it’s urgent.”

“They all say that.”

“Sir, I know that. I’m a professional, but this –”

“Never mind.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Who is it and what’s so urgent?”

“All he would say was that his name was Wulf Gabriel and that–”

“What!” Luc shot to his feet, making the woman gasp, and sending his chair flying backward into the credenza. Books on its top tumbled to the floor. “Why didn’t you say so?” He made shooing motions at the startled woman. “Put him through immediately.”

Eyeing him as if he were some wild animal, Ms. Mead edged out the door and snapped it shut behind her.

Once alone, Luc opened a desk drawer and swept everything on his desk into it. He stepped one foot into the adjoining bathroom, grabbed a brush, and dragged it through his short hair. A quick feel of his chin told him he didn’t need a shave yet.

He slipped back into his office, seated himself at the desk, and waited for the image to glow into existence. Wonder what he’ll look like? Stupid question, old boy. You see him every day on Imperinet. He’s on half the dentist ads in the empire, and most of the clothing commercials.

Luc imagined the classic beauty of Wulf’s face, the strength of his jaw, the warm whiskey brown of his eyes. On his dresser at home was a picture of himself with Wulf and his parents, taken days before Thomas Gabriel’s death. Before all their lives had unraveled. Before he’d–

Wulf, Tales of the Chosen

Wulf, Tales of the Chosen

Focus.

Luc unclenched his fists and flattened his hands on the desk. Still no holo-image. The heap of untidy books on the floor drew his attention, but judging by the angle holopics usually took, Wulf wouldn’t see them. How would it appear if the call started and he was on his knees on the floor with his ass in the air? Still… Luc rolled his chair back and pushed them out of sight with his foot.

No image yet.

Luc started to press the button on his desk to call Ms. Mead, but hovered one finger above it. What if she was putting Wulf through and mangled the connection because he distracted her?

He folded his hands again, and waited. On the floor by the right front leg of the credenza lay another book. He scooted his chair over and pushed at it with his foot, but it wedged itself between the legs and wouldn’t budge.

The indicator on his desk still showed no sign of a call.

He loosened his collar, flicked at a speck of dust on the desk, and folded his hands once more. He rolled his thumbs around and around each other. He tightened his collar back up. Muttering curses, he got down on the floor and straightened the damned books, dusted himself off and sat back down.

The door opened and Ms. Mead crept far enough inside to shut it behind her. Head down, hands clutched in front of her, she wet her lips.

Luc stood and went around the desk. “You lost him! Don’t tell me you lost him!”

“No, sir.” Ms. Mead peeked up as he approached. “He told me to forget it. He said he’d changed his mind and it wasn’t important.”

Wasn’t important… Brought up short by those words, Luc went so still the motes of dust in the air came into perfect clarity. As if the universe had suffered as harsh a blow as his heart. The first contact he’d had with Wulf in twenty years and it wasn’t important.

He turned his back, shoulders rigid, jaw tight. “Did he say he’d call back?”

“Um, he…”

His breath felt shallow and too, too fast. He stopped himself from turning his head. “Go on, Ms. Mead.”

She cleared her throat. “No, sir. The call came in on a private channel. I couldn’t get a number to return it. I asked, but he wouldn’t give me one. I was trying to track it when I realized I should let you know what happened. I’m sorry, sir.”

He jammed his tongue against his teeth. Hands clenched at his sides, Luc turned his face enough to show he listened.

“Sir, I’ll make sure he goes straight through if–I mean, when he calls back. Is there anyone else I should know about?”

You mean is there anyone else who could tear apart my life just by dropping a call? Not trusting his voice, he shook his head.

Behind him, the door opened, clicked shut. Footsteps receded. No outside noise intruded. The lonely silence of the oversized room rang in his ears like a death scream.

Luc staggered the ten steps to the windows overlooking Tarth City Park. Sunlight’s radiant caress warmed and soothed his skin.

If only it could reach his heart.

Focus, Luc. Dwell here, not in the past. Let it go. Let it go.

Forty-one stories below lay the verdant trees of the park, the blue and silver flash of Typhin River ribboning its way through open grass in the center. Destine Pietan Stadium’s dome shone holy-white in the glaring sun. Columns of soaring buildings wrapped along the curved route of the Stadium Loop edging the park.

That’s it. Root yourself in the here and now. Yesterday’s gone. Tomorrow never comes. Not for you.

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Tales of the Chosen Boxed Set

Tales of the Chosen Boxed Set

Wulf is the first book in the Tales of the Chosen. It’s available free. You can buy the other two books for $3.99 each, or get the Tales of the Chosen boxed set until Sept 30th for only 99 cents. It includes the bonus book An Immortal’s Guide to Tarth: A Handbook for Immortals Relocating to the Tarthian Empire. That’s four books for less than the price of one.

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About Kayelle Allen

Kayelle Allen did a tour in the US Navy, where she climbed around airplanes (on the ground of course) fixing black boxes that helped pilots find their way home. She wrote her first science fiction novel at 18, and to this day, it's hidden under the bed, where she vows it will remain. Gems from it, though, launched several series in her galaxy-wide universe of stories. From childhood, Kayelle was the victim of an overactive imagination and inherited the Irish gift of gab from her mother. From her father, she got a healthy respect for mechanical things. No wonder she writes Science Fiction and Fantasy peopled with crazy androids, mythic heroes and warriors who purr.
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