THE MAD HOCKEY ALPHA WANTS ME

WREN’S POVEVERY TOUCH from Silas Deveraux used to steal my breath away, making me forget I had no wolf, forget the gap between our lineages—him being Alpha, me a Beta—forget about the scorn and mockery of the pack members every time we walked the hallways side by side, his arm slithering gently around my waist as a claim that I belonged to him.But tonight, his hands are almost bruising, full of anger after losing the yearly hockey tournament. He doesn’t kiss my face the way he does when we have sex. He doesn’t look into my eyes like he’s trying to tell me how good my mouth feels when the length of his cock pushes into my throat.There’s no gentleness in him tonight.Instead, he has me flipped me over and fucked with the energy of a monster."Silas, please..." I moan against the sweat-drenched pillow, voice muffled, my fingers gripping the sheets of the bed. Face down, ass up.I can’t breathe with the way he pounds me from behind, hard enough that the only sound that fills the room

RHYS’ POV WHEN YOU see her, you will know. When you smell her for the first time, it'll feel like heaven made out of roses. When you touch her, you’ll feel ecstasy in the hum of energy. Pure, maddening ecstasy that drives you to the edge, that makes your heart race like it wants out of your chest, adrenaline that makes you move the heavens and the earths just to be with her. That was the bullshit my mother shoved down my throat the second I came of age, the promise of the real Mate connection. For years, I’d believed it was a lie. Feelings hadn’t been a thing for me. Or rather, I’d been numb to it. I've had females thrown at me my entire life: strong, desperate, beautiful. I take every one of them, searching for the slightest spark of that promised ecstasy. I go deep, trying to feel that heart-racing rush, across packs, across the werewolf towns and cities, seeking the best women, paying for it, betting for it, playing for it. For years, nothing. Un