Leaders' Mate (Reynolds Pack #2)

By: Becca Van

Jenny Rivers has spent the last three months travelling and exploring Australia. When she arrives at Silverton in New South Wales and sees some men trying to capture wild brumbies, she steps in and ends up getting hurt.

Blue Reynolds knows as soon as he smells and sees Jenny that she is his mate, but since he’s in wolf form, he can’t very well change back to his human form to help the injured woman, so he calls his Beta cousin, Joe, for help.

Joe finds out that Jenny is also his mate and they take her back to their home to care for her and hopefully talk her into staying with them instead of continuing her travels. However when Blue reveals his inner self right in front of an ignorant Jenny, the men think all hope is lost.

It’s up to Blue and Joe to convince Jenny that her heart is safe in their hands. Can they convince her to take a chance on love or will they lose her forever?





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Chapter One


Jenny Rivers got out of her red, dust-coated four-wheel drive and breathed in the hot yet surprisingly clear air in Outback, New South Wales. She was tired but it was a good tired and yet she felt invigorated. She’d heard about this small nearly non-existent town in her travels and knew she wouldn’t be able to pass up doing the tourist thing and having a look around.

The houses were so sparse it looked like the population couldn’t be more than twenty but she’d seen the sign as she approached and knew that there were a total of sixty-four people living here.

She walked toward John Daly’s art gallery and chuckled over the material used to build it. The corrugated tin was weathered and even rusty in places but it was quaint and more than adequate for an out of the way artist’s gallery.

She sighed at the cooler air as she stepped over the threshold and was a little bewildered because there was no one inside. However, her attention was quickly drawn from that fact when she spotted the paintings hanging on the walls. There had to be hundreds, and they were absolutely amazing. Most of the paintings were landscapes with the sun either rising or setting in the distance, and the magnificence of them took her breath away.

The artist had even done a rendition of the aboriginal sculptures which she’d seen just hours before when she’d driven to the top of the hill approximately twenty minutes outside of Broken Hill. Those statues had felt almost spiritual to her, especially since she had been there at sunrise and seen the way the light had shone upon each figurine, and the way the sun had shone through strategically placed holes in some of the sculptures.

Jenny moved from painting to painting, absorbing the artist’s talent and the magical quality to each picture. She envied John Daly his talent and wished she could make something a quarter as good as these paintings, but she was realistic and knew that she didn’t have an artistic bone in her body. Even her stick figures were…well, crap.

She looked toward the door when she heard a car pull up outside and then smiled when a middle aged man walked in.

“G’day, can I help you with anything?”

“Hi, I’m just looking at the moment. These are all so beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re John Daly.”

“Yeah.” He moved around the glass counter and behind it. He was a true Aussie, wearing faded jeans and a long sleeve shirt, no doubt to protect his skin from the searing heat of the sun and harsh Australian desert climate.

“I wish I could buy them all but I’ve been travelling for a few months and am getting strapped for cash.”

“I’ll give you a free original postcard if you spend twenty bucks or more.”

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