The Alpha of Wolf Creek

CASSANDRAWas there such a thing as destiny? I’ve often wondered about it. Were our lives really planned out from birth to our imminent death, or was it just purely coincidence and our own actions that determined our fate?Decide for yourself. I still can’t.But what happened three days ago was the turning point that changed my life, not just mine, but all of ours, even the people that I didn’t even know existed. All our lives changed as the result of one minor act of defiance. Well, alright, it wasn’t all that minor.*****“Hurry, Cassie! Before he wakes up.” The frantic woman screaming at me was my mother, Agnes Morelli, née Browne. She hurried from the kitchen, her heels rapping a tattoo over the tile floor. Two black bags in hand, she rushed upstairs, while I marveled at the blood pooling at my feet.I stared down at the inert body of my stepfather with mixed emotions. “Are you sure he’s not dead?” Would it be a loss for humanity if he were? Certainly not.The brass naked woman I

“You’d better come inside,” Red Beard said, moving aside to let us through and closed the door firmly behind us.Inside, it was warm and cozy. Unexpectedly so. Colorful rugs covered the floor, matching the plump cushions on the wicker chairs and couches. It was so different from Frank’s ivory palace, which was cold and gleaming, all white and cream. I didn’t like the way the giant man glared daggers at Agnes. He didn’t invite us to sit. His expression was hard to read. I wondered if he was angry or upset or surprised, or maybe all of it. My mother had terrible taste in men - that we’ve established. But if this was one of her exes, we needed to have a serious talk.“Joel…” Agnes began, but stopped short when Red Beard interrupted her.“Whatever it is, Agnes, I don’t want to hear it.” His huge hands opened and closed at his sides; head lowered. He reminded me of a bear right before the attack. But the next thing he said, “You hurt me.” The accusation in his voice made me study him, no

CASSANDRAAfter what happened last night, I’m not sure that I’m sane. Maybe I’ve had some mental break after I hit Frank. It’s quite possible. I’ve read about such things. Temporary insanity. In reality, I might be strapped to a bed in some psych ward, and this was all some hallucination. Because I cannot be a werewolf. It’s ludicrous. Werewolves are fiction. What was this? Was I trapped in the Twilight Saga?But what about the voices in my head? I heard the hot guy’s voice as plain as day in my head. Nope, definitely something horribly wrong with me. Unless…Now we’re on our way to the head honcho of this place-pack, whatever. The Alpha. I snickered to myself. I should just go with this insanity and see where it leads. So long as they don’t cut me into little pieces and offer me to the moon goddess or some shit. Yeah, moon goddess. Red Beard or Joel, my supposed father, tried to explain things to me. My head was still reeling. Didn’t understand a word. I’m not speaking to Agnes. Peri

CASSANDRAWith the alpha guy yakking to Agnes and Joel, I browsed the books to keep myself busy. I saw some of my favorite authors there, much to my pleasant surprise. Seems like we had something in common. I loved reading. Yeah, I was a nerd. But no one had to know, right? A werewolf nerd. I couldn’t help the insane laughter bubbling up in my throat.“What’s so funny?” a deep, sexy voice asked right behind me.I wheeled around right into the circle of hard, muscled arms. Holy shit! Why was he so close?“Are you creeping up on me, Connor?” I let mild irritation sharpen my tone. I felt flustered, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how flustered he made me feel. Like panty-damping flustered.The damn man smiled, and two dimples appeared on both cheeks. Of course, there would be dimples! As if he wasn’t sexy enough, damn him. And that made him dangerous in my book.“No, I wouldn’t do such a thing. I see you’re admiring my book collection. You like to read?” He wasn’t let

Cassandra“I must go back. Agnes would be worried,” I tried to convince Connor. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get rid of me. Don’t know what his deal was. The way he looked at me… like I was his favorite dessert or something. It made me uncomfortable. But I also felt something else. Lust. At least I think that’s what it was. He sat close to me on the couch, his knee touching mine. I twirled the empty glass in my hands, just to do something. If I leaned closer to him…No, hell no! This kind of thinking is a sure-fire way of getting into shit. He’s a goddamn werewolf, for fuck’s sake! Oh, but apparently, I was one as well. Yes, there is that.“They know you’re with me.” he stood suddenly. “Come,” he held out his hand. “Let me show you the training grounds.”My body seemed to have a mind of its own where Connor was concerned. I let him lead me out of the lounge. “Training grounds?” I asked, perplexed. Was this some kind of military center?“Yes. All members of the pack need to train