His to Claim

Kyle’s wolf whined when the woman closed the door. The panicked look on her face distressed his wolf. That’s why he was crouching low on the grass across from the door she was hiding from, hoping that she’ll show herself again. The essence of mixed in with orange blossoms and honeysuckle made such a delicious scent that it lured him away from his morning run and drew him to Mr Kilian’s property. The minute he saw her gazing at the mountains, her eyes squinting in concentration, his wolf had cried out, “Her. Her. She’s the one for us.”Kyle and his wolf had always been in agreement with all decisions since he turned, but now. Now his wolf’s insistence that she was their mate made him pause. He has been longing for the Moon Goddess to bless him with a mate since he turned at 14. At 29 years old, he had almost given up on thinking that he had one. His one true mate. All the she-wolves he had met, his wolf, had turned his nose at them. But seeing her standing there, staring at the canvas,

Isobel woke up to noises of banging and sawing outside the cabin. Her bare feet touched the wooden floors as she sat on the bed. Isobel’s full length nightshirt had ridden up during the night, showing deep scars on her upper thigh. Her hand touched the scars that were also on her side before pushing down the night shirt to cover the ones on her thigh. Rising up from the bed, she strode toward the noise that had woken her. The shadows that darkened the cabin showed that the sun was still rising, so who was making a ruckus so early in the morning?Opening the front door, her toes touched the threshold. Her lips parted in a gasp as her gaze took in Kyle with his shirt off, his wide chest glistening with sweat. His shirt was tucked in the back pocket of his jeans. Kyle had taken apart the worn and rotten porch steps and was now busy putting up new wooden boards. Stepping onto the porch, she placed her hands on her hips.“Wha-” her lips opened and closed as she tried to figure out why a st

Kyle leaped over the porch stairs, eager to get to his mate. Agitation made his muscles twitchy. His wolf was frustrated with him. He wanted to bite her, mark her and claim her as his. His wolf didn’t understand why his human was hesitant. Wooing? Wooing was keeping his mate away from him.He paused by the rustic solid wood door, urging his wolf to settle in him before he knocked on the door. You’ve gotta calm down. She’s right across the door. Our mate. His wolf howled before settling down, sniffing the air, taking in her scent of orange blossoms and honeysuckle that soothed his wolf and him. He rapped his knuckles on the door, straightened his fingers and rubbed his moist palms on his black jeans.Isobel opened the door. A serene smile on her face. A long white flowy dress with embroidered yellow flowers and long puff sleeves covered her voluptuous body.“You’re right on time,” she said, her hand touching his forearm. Electrical pulses zipped down his spine. He craved more of her to

Isobel hummed quietly to herself while she sketched the conifers trees with the mountain behind them. The scene was captivating with the bright green of the trees and the blue-black of the mountain range. The beauty of Colorado in the spring was another reason she knew that she could paint again. Leaning back on the camping chair, she glanced at the clear pale-blue sky. A shy smile on her face as she thought about Kyle and the soft kisses he’s given her. If she wasn’t so scared of how he would react when he saw the scars, she would be bolder with him. Try to see where deep, hard kisses would lead.She blew out a breath and turned her attention back to the sketch. A rustling sound made her glance up. Isobel reared back so fast that her camping chair toppled over on the side. She peeked up at the growling grizzly bear, menacingly baring its teeth at her. Isobel whimpered, curling her legs to make herself as small as she could. Panting, she closed her eyes, hoping that the bear would los

The early morning breeze chilled her skin and Isobel gripped her warm mug with both hands to ease the chill of the wind. She gazed at the stream flowing in front of her cabin, but her thoughts were on Kyle’s confession yesterday. He turned into a wolf? How was that even possible? And was the monster that marred her skin a wolf shifter too? She had so many questions and not enough answers.The wind ruffled her white nightdress against her ankles, the grass cold and wet under her bare feet. Isobel had woken up from a restless night hoping to get some painting done in the morning, but now the sun was ascending in the navy-blue sky and all she had done was fret about Kyle. a noise by the edge of the forest made her glance up and the man that wasn’t too far from her thoughts stood at the border where the forest stopped and the field to her grandfather’s cabin started. Her heart leaped as she took him in. Clad in worn jeans that hung low and a black henley shirt that clung to his muscular c