Hunted by My Alpha

~ CARA ~“Shit.”I fumbled the keys, swearing as they made a shiny little arc towards the floor and jangled when they hit the carpet. I had to take a second to close my eyes and breathe before reaching down to pick them up and hurry out from behind the reception desk to the little alcove around the corner to the tiny dungeon of a back office. Then, when I tried to plug the key into the door, it just swung open anyway. Someone had left it unlocked. My boss was going to shoot me if anyone had vandalized it again.This day just kept getting better and better.With another muttered curse, I shoved the door open and turned to reach for the light. The library was one of the oldest buildings on campus, and this office had never been updated. The light switch was a cord that hung from the ceiling and had to be given a sharp tug, otherwise it wouldn’t click. And because this room was a cave—no windows, no light at all except the single, naked bulb in the ceiling—without that light the room was

~ RIG ~ Eyes locked hungrily on Cara, I watched her brown hair swing around her shoulders as she slipped through the crowd towards the door. My friends couldn’t stop laughing and nudging each other. “Oh, snap, Rig!” Jack chuckled, slapping me on the back. I shot a glare at my friend, whose gold, curly hair matched his personality perfectly. ‘I thought your Allure was irresistible?’ he laughed through the mindlink, so all of our packmates would hear. The Allure was a power given only to wolves. An ability to cut through fear or distrust in the human mind by overwhelming it with sexual desire. In ancient generations we had used it to lure humans into our grip to be devoured—literally. But generations of evolution and technology meant modern wolves had no need to eat humans. Instead, we used the Allure to soothe the dulled human instincts that warned their weak owners something was deeply wrong when a wolf was nearby. And for fun, of course. But as my friends teased and laughed, I

~ RIG ~“I heard she ignored you when you winked.”I stood in the middle of the living room of the packhouse, gaping at Mack. The house is mine—purchased for me by my dad for my university years. But all my friends live with me. Dad said it was a good chance for me to learn how to live with other males and establish dominance.“How the fuck did you hear about that?” I said, trying not to growl and give away my surprise.“Diana Fowler.”Even Charlie and Jack in the kitchen groaned. Diana was one of the humans who instinctively sensed the power of the wolves and was drawn to it. She seemed to pop up everywhere. She’d been with Cara the day before when I saw her in the hall. I should have known.“Diana Fowler wouldn’t know a subtle flirt if it bit her in the ass. I didn’t get ignored, trust me.”“Whatever,” Mack piped up. He’d been grinning all morning. I could scent the competitive challenge wafting off of him. “Cara’s not going to fall for your shit. I can’t wait to see you rolling on

~ RIG ~I was awakened the next morning by my father, appearing in my bedroom, unannounced.Awkward, since I wasn’t alone. But also, unnerving. Dad wasn’t one for familial chats.I had only a second of warning—footsteps on the stairs that my instincts recognized. I sat bolt-upright just as the door swung open and my father strode in, scanning the bed, me, and the crumpled lump under the quilt next to me.My father’s nose wrinkled, but he spoke through the mindlink. ‘A human? Really Rig? You’re disgusting.’I growled, but gently shook the girl awake, who blinked and smiled at me, then looked horrified when she caught sight of Dad in the doorway.“I think you better go,” I muttered, then stared at my father until he took the cue to turn around and let the girl get out of the bed without being watched.Wolves were far more free with their bodies than humans—yet another reason my father had such disdain for the “weak fuckers.” But this one clearly had good instincts, because instead of ar

~ CARA ~I almost groaned. His voice was delicious when he dropped it so low like that. My stomach fluttered and I fought another nervous smile.He can’t be trusted. He can’t be trusted. He can’t be trusted, I sang to myself in my head. But my very unhelpful mind conjured images from just a moment before of Rig being open and vulnerable, his awkwardness over admitting his feelings about his brother—but, no. I couldn’t give in to that. Even if he was being more open with me, that didn’t mean he wasn’t a complete horndog.Trouser-snake. Remember? I thought. He’s a trouser-snake.But he was also very obviously not okay. Even though he kept smiling, even though he kept dropping his chin and staring at me out from under his brows--trying to flirt—his jaw was tight. Those little muscles at the back kept flexing. And his eyes kept darting away as he spoke. Like he had to watch our surroundings.I sighed. I knew that feeling. I’d always been good at reading people, even people who were good a