Bridgette’s POV: I stared out of my window, silently watching the misting rain drizzle lightly against my window. The sun hidden under a blanket of grey clouds making the rich green of the forests and grasslands emerald and vibrant. I leaned against the cold stone window frame and stared into the wilderness, lost in thought. My father was planning another party for me tonight, something I was dreading. I kept trying to assure him that in time I would find my mate, that it was destined and that the Moon Goddess wouldn’t have it any other way. I was only 22 years old for crying out loud, but I could hear his voice echo in my head. “Britty, every wolf needs a mate, fated or chosen, and you are not getting any younger. Even your little sister has found her mate.” I sighed and crossed my arms across my chest. You would think I was an old maid by the way he spoke. It wasn’t that I cared much anyway, I was quite content in being alone. I didn’t need a mate, and I refused t

Chapter 3 “Wolf Intuition” Lucca’s POV: The day was dragging on and I couldn’t help but feel that something was calling to me, as I had been restless since I had woken. My wolf was no exception, he had been continually pacing in my head and I had no idea why. I found myself becoming short with him on multiple occasions while I was trying to get my work done. I had been swamped with meetings and deadlines, which had not made things any better for me. After nearly three hours straight of pouring over plans for the new colonial mansion we were building for our newest client in Virginia, I was thankful when everyone finally left my office. Time appeared to pause as I poured myself a glass of scotch and exhaustedly collapsed onto my leather sofa. My name was Lucca Mariano, and I am the Alpha of the Crestridge Moon pack. Our pack managed over 1,000 wolves and I controlled and owned one of the most prestigious construction companies in the state. I had gone to school for

CHAPTER 5 “THE NEW GIRL” LUCCA'S POV:              Partying was never a preferred pastime of mine; I was always able to find something more fulfilling for my time. However, supporting my pack members meant everything to me, and I never went back on my word, which is why I found myself in Morgantown, West Virginia tonight. The quiet little Appalachian community was hardly New York City, but the young men of my pack fancied this town and adored this local nightclub despite the fact it was primarily a human hangout. The club was dark, lights strobing and music blaring, fresh and prime for a party and a good time. Women scattered all over the place, dancing, drinking, and scouting out for the next night-time thrill. Short skirts, body con dresses, high heels and tight tops were all the norm, as I felt the probing eyes of another woman burning into me. A hunter, more dangerous than any werewolf, a human female looking for her next seduction. The scantily dressed brunette smiled brightly

CHAPTER 7 "MINE"- Lucca’s POV: The music continued to blast out loudly while I waited for my mate to return to me. She was ravishing, I couldn’t recall a woman so beautiful, my wait had sure been worth it. She had porcelain skin, emerald, green eyes, and thick luscious auburn hair flowing down her back, and my mind wandered to her body. Her hourglass shape was magnificent, curvaceous, and sultry; so perfectly balanced it appeared her bottom had been made to flow into that stool. And when I had touched her, the sparks ignited within my fingers, and I knew immediately that she was the one for me. I could also tell that she was a powerful wolf and there was indeed a story behind her. When I had radiated my Alpha aura, one thing I had noticed was that she had not reacted to it, had not bowed her head, had not submitted, and then simply smiled at me. That told me that she had to be an Alpha herself, but where did she come from and why? Her accent alluded that she m

CHAPTER 9 “NEW REALITY” Bridgette’s POV:                I woke the following morning to a dull throbbing in my head. I reached up and touched my forehead and as I did, felt a slight pinch at the base of my neck. I froze as the memories of last night fluttered into my mind. Had I passed out? Everything was a blur until I took a deep breath and caught that overwhelming scent of bergamot and realized I was laying in the arms of my mate.              “This is not good.” I whimpered to myself as I contemplated what to do to wriggle out of this man’s very strong arms. I slowly turned, rolling onto my back, putting me nearly nose to nose with my captor, yes, that was how I felt like referring to him this morning. If it had been up to me, I would have been on the first flight back to Scotland this morning and I would have simply forgotten that I had flown to America in the first place. He ceased to wake but latched onto me a little more tightly causing me to freeze as he readjusted his