The Wolf Who Hatched an Egg Mate or Meal  Scarlet Hyacinth Siren-BookStrand, Inc. (2011) * * * Snack or sweetheart? Definitely sweetheart. Or so werewolf Liam thinks when he meets swan shifter Shiloh. Shiloh is everything Liam’s soul yearns for, a gorgeous, feisty spitfire who turns his blood into flame and makes his entire being sing. But Shiloh is reluctant to believe in Liam’s good intentions. Shiloh has been searching for The One for as long as he can remember. In his quest, he made several mistakes, and now he is reluctant to believe again, especially in a wolf. After all, wolves prey on his kind. How could he possibly entrust his heart to one? As they struggle through misunderstandings and try to build a relationships, a third member joins their little family—a mysterious swan egg abandoned in front of their door. Will it strengthen Shiloh’s bond with Liam or will it separate them forever? Mate or Meal 2 The Wolf Who Hatched an Egg Snack or sweetheart? Definitely sweetheart. Or so werewolf Liam thinks when he meets swan shifter Shiloh. Shiloh is everything Liam’s soul yearns for, a gorgeous, feisty spitfire who turns his blood into flame and makes his entire being sing. But Shiloh is reluctant to believe in Liam’s good intentions. Shiloh has been searching for The One for as long as he can remember. In his quest, he made several mistakes, and now he is reluctant to believe .
again, especially in a wolf. After all, wolves prey on his kind. How could he possibly entrust his heart to one? As they struggle through misunderstandings and try to build a relationships, a third member joins their little family—a mysterious swan egg abandoned in front of their door. Will it strengthen Shiloh’s bond with Liam or will it separate them forever? Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves Length: 40,703 words THE WOLF WHO HATCHED AN EGG Mate or Meal 2 Scarlet Hyacinth EROTIC ROMANCE MANLOVE Siren Publishing, Inc. www.SirenPublishing.com ABOUT THE E-BOOK YOU HAVE PURCHASED: Your non-refundable purchase of this e-book allows you to only ONE LEGAL copy for your own personal reading on .
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Prologue “Shiloh, it’s high time you found a mate.” Shiloh’s mother took a deep inhale from her long cigarette and blew out the smoke. “You’re at the perfect age for it.” Shiloh suppressed a grimace. He didn’t know how his mother managed to make even smoking look elegant, but she did. Shiloh was no ugly duckling, but he didn’t have the effortless grace she boasted. Then again, Shiloh was not many things, and his parents never ceased in pointing that out. His father nodded at her words. As if to confirm Shiloh’s thoughts, he added, “Norma is right. It’s not normal for you to keep this lifestyle. Charles cares about you. You should think about settling down.” Shiloh mentally groaned. Charles Meyer had been a mistake with a capital M. Shiloh still couldn’t get over his own stupidity of giving his virginity to the man. He’d trusted Charles, believing him to be a good man, the perfect mate he’d been looking for. But he’d been oh so very wrong, and Charles had proven it to him by trying to control his every move, forbidding him from seeing his family, and even hitting him. Shiloh had finally managed to break things off with Charles, but alas, he’d never dared to tell his parents about the man’s abuse. He was too ashamed. Now, his parents wanted to marry him off to the dreadful man. Ironically, they didn’t have a problem with Shiloh being gay. With swans, it wasn’t all that unusual for two males to partner up, and they’d been quite supportive of him, even if not thrilled with it. His continuous refusal of every eligible bachelor they’d chosen for him had upset them, and they’d been pleased when Shiloh seemed to have settled for Charles. Shiloh didn’t have the heart to tell them the truth about what really happened. “Look, Mother, Father, I appreciate your concern, but Charles and I aren’t as close as you think.” His mother extinguished her cigarette in a crystal ashtray and sighed. “I simply cannot understand you, Shiloh. Why is it so hard for you to settle down?” Shiloh would have liked to know that as well. He saw many swans his age get mated every day, and couldn’t understand why he was different. Why couldn’t he find his own soul mate? Was there something wrong with him or what? Had Charles been right in kicking him around? No, that couldn’t be it. God, he needed a break, to not think about this. “I just need to find to right man,” he told his mother. Knowing that wouldn’t satisfy her, Shiloh added, “Thank you for your advice. I need to go fly for a half an hour.” His parents didn’t protest, as Shiloh had known they wouldn’t. After shaking hands with his father and giving his mother a brief kiss, Shiloh .
headed to his room. He took off his clothes and abandoned them on the bed. At last, he went outside, onto the balcony, changed into his swan form, and launched himself into the air. The sky was clear and sunny as Shiloh’s wings carried him over the valley that had housed him and his ancestors since time immemorial. Shiloh flew, simply losing himself in the sensation and the motions that came to him as naturally as breathing. The music of the wind soothed him, making him feel much better about the fiasco of his low life. But his relaxation vanished in a flash when he felt another swan approach. For a few moments, Shiloh considered continuing his flight, but he decided against it. His oasis of relaxation was no more, anyway. Inwardly sighing, Shiloh landed below and shifted back to his legged form. He looked over the beautiful pond and took in the scent of the forest and of the water. Like most bird-shifters, swans didn’t have an acute sense of smell, but even with that, he still felt soothed by what he did perceive. Perhaps it would help him prepare for what would be a very unpleasant conversation. Indeed, moments later, another swan landed next to him and changed into Charles. “Hi, Shiloh. You look great.” Shiloh grunted, for the first time in his life regretting that shape- shifters always ended up naked when changing from one form to another. “What do you want, Charles?” “Your parents said you mean to refuse me,” the other man said. “Shiloh, you can’t do that.” Irritation coursed through Shiloh. “What makes you think you have the right to tell me what to do?” Charles offered him what was probably supposed to be a seductive smile. “All those wonderful nights we spent together.” He grinned as he stepped into Shiloh’s personal space. “I can’t stop thinking about it, about how you moved, how you felt around my—” Shiloh felt a little sick now, remembering his time at Charles’s side. Ironically, he’d even enjoyed those first few encounters. Charles was hot, and he hadn’t begun to show his real face until after he’d started bonding Shiloh to him. “Stop, Charles, just stop,” he said before the other swan could continue. “Do you even hear yourself? Good sex does not a relationship make.” He took a few steps back, feeling better without Charles so close. “You don’t want me to be your mate, not really.” Charles’s pleasant expression didn’t change for a moment. “Of course I do. Shiloh, I love you. We’re perfect for each other.” Shiloh rolled his eyes at Charles’s words. He very much doubted the other man’s words. Perhaps he’d have believed them once, but he could see Charles for the cruel man he was now, and not the ideal partner Shiloh once willed him to be. .
“I’m sorry, Charles,” he replied. “I just don’t agree with you.” He intended to end the conversation there. Charles’s next question stopped him in his tracks. “You want a family, don’t you?” the other man said. Shiloh gritted his teeth, hating the low blow. Of course he wanted a family. He wasn’t so out of touch with his roots as some people thought. In fact, he wanted a partner and children more than Charles could imagine. Shiloh was tired of being nice. If Charles couldn’t take a hint and leave him alone, Shiloh would just have to say it outright. “Yes, I do,” he answered, “but not with you. I’ll never, ever be your mate.” Without further ado, Shiloh shifted into his swan form again and took flight. Beyond the valley, the open road loomed. A thought flashed through Shiloh’s mind. Perhaps, all this time, he’d been looking in the wrong place. Perhaps his destiny lay away from the swans and with another man, still waiting to be found, living with other shifters. Behind him, he heard Charles laugh. “You’ll change your mind, Shiloh. You’ll see.” .
Chapter One A few years later Crack. A small line appeared on the window as Shiloh uttered the last note of the song. Twitch. The nightingale’s lips spasmed slightly, as if she were struggling against a grimace. Tick-tock. The sound of the clock made the heavy silence seem even more oppressive. Finally, the nightingale got up and sighed. “It’s quite admirable that you want to better yourself, Shiloh, but truly, I don’t think singing is the way to do it.” Her voice sounded kind as she spoke. “Perhaps you could try something else, maybe take up an instrument or photography. Swans are talented at many things. It doesn’t have to be singing.” Shiloh would have much preferred it if she’d been disdainful like all the other teachers who’d listened to him sing. That way, he could at least be angry at her. As it was, he just felt empty inside, empty and disheartened. “Thank you for your suggestion and for your time,” he replied. “I’ll consider it.” The nightingale looked relieved, and she smiled at him. “Excellent. Do let me know if you choose an instrument. I can refer you to some of my colleagues. They’d be happy to instruct you.” Shiloh nodded and thanked her. They said their good-byes and Shiloh escaped her home, never once looking behind him. He just didn’t know what to do anymore. As he headed toward the subway, he mused over what the nightingale had told him. Instruments? Self-improvement? No. No way. There was so much more than self-improvement involved in this. They couldn’t understand. None of them could. Shiloh was different. Unlike other swans, he’d never managed to find his partner, the one person who would complete him. It didn’t have anything to do with his homosexuality. There were plenty of swans of his sexual orientation, or other shifters compatible with his race. But to Shiloh, they’d always been good for a roll in the hay and nothing more. He hadn’t found the one man who could .
make his heart race and his soul complete, not even after he’d left his home behind and come into the city. Now, he was officially known as the man-whore of the shape-shifters in LA. In his never-ending quest for finding his mate, he’d gone through half the population of shifters in the city. He’d begun to lose his hope. His dream of singing was the only thing he clung to now. He wanted to have something beautiful, something pure he could be proud of. It might have been arrogant, but he wanted to be known as the swan who’d learned how to sing, not the one who’d become a willing hole for all the men interested in a cheap fuck. A few years back, when he’d first come to LA, singing couldn’t have been further away from his mind. Sure, he loved music, always had. He loved the way the notes of a skillfully played sound ran through him, reaching to his very heart. Whether it spoke of anger, love, or betrayal, whether the singer was a shape-shifter, a human, or even an animal, Shiloh understood it. But in his first years of life, he’d never thought he would sing himself. The nightingale had a point. Swans were completely tone-deaf. But with his dream of finding his mate failing so abysmally, Shiloh needed a new goal. He wanted to prove anything was possible. Perhaps that way he could also believe he’d one day find his perfect mate. As it was, he’d turned into a person he himself despised. Shiloh sighed, hating that he’d fallen into self-pity. He needed a break from all this. Living in the city had its advantages, but Shiloh started to tire of it. At the last moment, Shiloh changed his mind and headed toward the small park nearby. Once he reached his destination, he plopped down on a bench. Perhaps he could ask Nicolas for some time off. He had no doubt the other man would allow him to take a break. But where could he go? His family was out of the question, since they’d just try to push him into matings he didn’t want. The rest of his friends were all in the city. But wait…That wasn’t quite right. Carson no longer lived here. The lamb had moved a few months back to a property in the Rocky Mountains with his wolf mate, Brody. Shiloh had only been there once, but he remembered it as very beautiful, an almost idyllic setting. Of course, if he went there, he would be intruding on a recently mated couple. Then again, Carson and Brody had children now. Perhaps Shiloh could help them out with the two little devils and give his friends a breather. He liked children, and it would be a welcome distraction from the mess of his love life. Of course, the baby lion and antelope were a handful, as Shiloh had found out during his one meeting with them, but that was all right. Shiloh knew that if he mused over it more he’d just change his mind. As such, he retrieved his cell phone and dialed his friend’s number. Reception was a bit poor in the mountains, but Carson and Brody had installed a satellite phone to make sure they could reach their friends at all times. .