GAVRAEL ~ When I was informed that the white wolf had finally been captured, I was filled with so much longing. I gave strict instructions for no harm to come to her, and I immediately abandoned the pack of wolves I was leading to overtake another pack. I returned and found her asleep in one of the low cages, and though I hated the barrier between us, I knew that it was necessary for now until she agreed to be mine willingly. I have waited for her for so long, she was born to be mine, and I couldn’t wait to claim her. Just the thought of it made me ache so badly. I crouched outside her cage and reached through the bars to stroke her hair. I was pleased to see that she had been cleaned and clothed. The bars of the cage had no silver because I didn’t want her hurt in any way. She stirred and made a soft moaning noise that filled me with fierce arousal that quickly turned to anger when she moaned another man’s name and opened her eyes. She gasped, shocked to see me, and smacked her ba

ADAIRA ~ Gavrael made a guttural groan of pure pleasure as I bared myself to him. I understood why, my posture was one of submission, and it was enough to drive the predator in him crazy, that was what I was counting on. I didn’t expect to be affected as well, but his groan reverberated through my body and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. His chest rumbled with satisfaction as I put one hand around his neck to anchor myself, and caressed his chest with the other hand. His lust was so potent, and the scent of his arousal nearly overwhelmed me. I had to force the memory of how he killed Raed into my head to get some semblance of my control back and remember that this was just a way to distract him, and that I had only one chance at this. I felt him stiffen as he felt my claws sink into his chest, his surprised gaze met mine as he realised the vulnerable position he was in. I felt my lips stretch as I smirked at him. To my surprise, he smirked back at me. Was this male

Hello readers. If you are regular reader of books with werewolves/wolf shifters then you already know what heat is. To those who may be reading a book of this genre for the first time, I just want to give a little explanation. I want you to have a basic understanding before you continue reading so you won't be confused in the next chapter. Heat is basically a period of extreme arousal in female wolves. It's kind of like ovulation in human females where they are horny and moody and have other symtoms of PMS. But in female wolves, it's more than just being horny. They get the intesnse urge to mate, and if they don't obey that call, it causes extreme pain. A female in heat also gives off a scent that is pleasant to males, for unmated males, the scent drives them crazy and all they can think about is satisfying the female in heat by mating with her. For mated females, they can not stand the touch of another while in heat and can only be satisfied by their mates. For unmated females, they

ADAIRA ~ If I had the strength to, I would have screamed but I was so weak because of the pain flowing through my veins like liquid fire. The unmated males of the Brookstone pack were caged so they couldn’t run for me, but some were restless in their cages while the others got hurt by the silver on their cages as they stupidly tried to free themselves. The other males were not hindered by cages so they came for me. It was not just one rogue wolf or a dozen that headed my way, fighting each other and running to get me, they were more than I could count at first glance especially when I felt so dizzy. I knew that I should run, but as I took a step, another wave of pain made me whimper and it took all of my strength not to crumple to the floor. I will not go down easily, I will fight till my last breath. Death was better than being raped by who knew how many rogue males. Before the first one could get close to me, there was a thunderous growl from behind me. The males, even though my s

ADAIRA ~ Beautiful sparkling volcano lakes are definitely magical, but the feeling of Gavrael’s lips on mine was more than magical. It was like all the stars in the galaxy were aligned just right. There was no other way to describe it but with sappy lovey dovey words that would make me cringe later, and I refuse to think more nonsense than I already have. Even though it felt good to kiss him, touch him, and feel his touch, I needed to remember that he was the enemy. Curse the fates for matching us together as mates. He was being gentle now, acting sweet, but he would return back to being the monster after this. He was on his way to conquer another pack and only came back because he was told that I was trying to escape. If I asked him to stop his agenda to rule more packs and stop enslaving the packs, and stop killing those fighting for their homes, I doubt he would heed my words. So I needed to bide my time till I can take him out permanently for the sake of everyone else. Losing