My Loyal Alpha

Silvana Sparks hadn't expected to blow up the house on her 21st birthday. Pots and pans from the wooden cabinets flew around the kitchen while the refrigerator door slammed open and closed. A massive purple ring of fire blazed on the tiled floor, and Silvana rushed about, having no clue how to fix it. She was young, fit, and gorgeous, but she should have obeyed her father and studied harder for this spell exam. Every birthday, a witch needs to prove their abilities by casting a spell that conjures a cake with candles that the witch needs to blow out and make a wish upon. Although she'd been casting the birthday spell for two decades, her wish never came true. The spell got harder to cast each time, and with each passing year she was meant to become stronger. Except, she hadn't cared about strength for a while now. What Silvana wanted and wished for each year was love, and to be in the arms of a handsome, powerful, protective man. Of course, Silvana's father Solaris, the town's G

Silvana blinked in shock. "Werewolves and witches are at war," she said. "I don't understand. Why would you save me?" Headlights shone through the window in the room. "Your father is here," Bruce said, his eyes lingering on Silvana's rosy lips for a long second. She felt his warm breath and saw his sharp fangs when he said, "Let me help you to the car." Silvana was speechless. To be Guardian Witch meant to work against the werewolf families. Her father had trained her to despise werewolves, even taught her spells to kill them, and here she was, draped in the arms of a giant one guiding her through his cozy house and out the front door. She didn't feel ready to leave. She rubbed the scratches on Bruce's back and asked, "What about you? You're hurt.""I'll be fine," Bruce said defiantly. Silvana believed him. His touch made her senses go wild, and she had trouble believing that anything could even hurt somebody so powerful. The two exited Bruce's home, stepped down the stairs,

It was a little after eight at night when Silvana tiptoed out of her house. Before Amelia had left, she had helped to make Silvana look dazzling with a sage green wool dress, black stockings, and knee-high brown boots. "I'm going to make you look irresistible," Amelia had said, brushing mascara onto Silvana's eyelashes. Silvana was so excited she hardly felt the pain from her wounds as she clipped her seatbelt and drove off onto the highway. The lights from the city buildings gleamed as she sped by. Would Bruce even be home? She hoped he would.The drive was fast but felt like forever, and as Silvana pulled off the highway and into the gravel driveway inside the forest that Bruce lived in, she second guessed herself that she was arriving at the correct place.As she stuck her car into park she heard a loud rustle in the leaves nearby, and saw a slender gray wolf with amber streaks in its coat rush into the woods. It was gone as soon as it came, so Silvana thought nothing of i

Amelia was already outside Silvana's house when Silvana pulled into the driveway. Amelia's hair was up in pink curlers, she had a green cucumber face mask on, and even her purple and gold silk pajamas were extravagant. She held two steaming mugs in her hands. "Oh!" Amelia shrieked gleefully, careful not to spill her drinks. She handed one to Silvana and said, "Pumpkin Spice and Rum lattes that I whipped up in your kitchen, along with a few daiquiris for your father. I figured some rum might help your daddy sleep so we can chat uninterrupted."They clinked mugs in a cheers to their friendship. Amelia ran a hand down Silvana's dress, so proud of how amazing Silvana looked. Amelia picked up a trussel of Silvana's strawberry-blonde hair and said, "Your hair's a mess and your makeup is streaked. Am I taking this as a sign that you found Mr. Hunk and spent some quality time together?"Silvana took a large gulp of the spiked latte and through a foamy smile licked her lips and said, "Ye

The shower Silvana took in Bruce's house was thrilling. She sensually slid the bar of soap over her luscious skin, and the entire time, locked in the bathroom beside Bruce's room, Silvana felt this hammering in her chest, as if she was seeing into the future, where she and Bruce lived together, married and happy. Silvana dried off and applied makeup from her handbag while peering at Bruce's investigation board. It was clippings from newspapers and articles of murderers and other evil people from the city's history; chief among them, the Axeman from the red lightning that Bruce had saved Silvana from. Across the old sepia photo of the Axeman was a large red X made by a marker on the desk."He must be hunting evil spirits," she thought. "That must be why he was training to become the Alpha," she mumbled to herself, patting her shaved and smooth legs dry.Silvana brushed her hair and dressed herself in the white satin lingerie and stockings on the bed, then slid into her beautiful b