All Chapters of The White Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The little shit was still a pup in my eyes—a mischievous pup. He reached over the bar and grabbed my mate’s hand as she reached for his empty glass. A deep growl echoed off the walls, causing the pack to scatter. Unaware humans searched for the beast before their fright settled in.“Time to go.” Cyrus made a move with his hand, and the whole club downed their drinks and emptied through the front doors. Their bikes roared to life and peeled out of the parking lot almost in unison.“Fucking, Gunnar. He’s staying home next time.” Desial barked as he passed by us. “Congrats, man.” I nodded, still vibrating with anger. “She’s a beaute.”Gunnar had cowardly slipped out the side door, momentarily escaping my wrath. The few remaining patrons were stunned by our mass exodus, which distracted them from the sounds they heard. With a tap on my arm, Cyrus gestured that it was our turn to leave. My gaze traveled to the swirling colors wrapping my girl. Our eyes connected, instantly settling my agit

“Esme, lunch is ready.” Uncle Harris called to me from the kitchen. Lunch? I stretched in my bed, looking out the window at how high the sun was in the sky.“Coming,” I called back and threw on a sweatshirt over my tank top and sleep shorts. Wow, I slept great. I rarely felt rested. The boys last night scared me to my core. Blood was rushing through my ears so violently; I couldn’t hear what they were whispering. I’m sure none of it was nice. The smell of bacon dispelled all my fright when I opened the door.“Are you feeling alright?” Uncle Harris placed the back of his hand on my forehead. He was nervous that I was having another episode. The first one freaked him out, even though my mother had warned him. “Did you hurt yourself when you fell?”“I’m Fine. Hungry.”“You slept well. It’s almost two.”“Yeah, thanks for letting me sleep in.”“The bar’s not open until four on the weekends. Unless there is a game.”“Right.” I sat beside him as he plated a bacon cheeseburger, my favorite. “

Without a plan, I became a stalker. I lay in the shadows again, guarding Esmerelda while she slept. This was the best I could do. My failure to properly woo my mate decimated my confidence as a formidable pack vice president, competent intelligence gatherer for the club, and one of the top geophysicists in the country. My wolf admonished me, making it feel like a betrayal.She wasn’t sleeping as peacefully as she did last night. I wondered if humans felt the mating bond. She gave no indication I affected her where I was obsessed—the night passed quickly while I focused on her unpatterned breathing and disturbed sleep. My wolf wanted to soothe her and lull her away from the bad dreams.My insecurities plagued me and magnified during the night. I preferred my solitude with a career that kept me outside and a cabin deep in the woods where I could stay alone. Cyrus always sent me on missions as a diplomat or a spy to gather intelligence and investigate concerning events. My specialty was

The chaos around the room masked any attention on me. In a snap, I was behind the bar, taking Esme’s hand in mine. Her human brain would fill in the gaps in her memory of how I got to her so quickly. She was still focused on the lust-filled, darkening eyes of the male members of the pack. Fresh blood, especially from a beautiful woman, excited their wolves, making their bodies vibrate. The danger she was in trumped any desire flowing from my wolf. Protection was instinctual. I would fight the whole bar if I had to.Our first contact … I ran the faucet and placed her hand in the sink, ignoring how her skin was electrifying mine. A lot of blood mixed with the water trailed down the drain. “You hit an artery.” I ran my nose over the gash, sensing a small piece of glass still in the wound. “This will hurt for a moment.” Without pause or permission, I dug out the glass, keeping her hand under the water. “Done.”Esme didn’t say a word as she watched me tend to her cut. Her eyes were wide

“You’re late.” My head popped up as I recognized the gravelly voice. Ghost was leaning against the side of the building, looking like a badass GQ model. He wore slim black cotton pants and a greyish-brown button-down shirt that looked tailored and expensive. The shirt was untucked underneath his motorcycle jacket in an attempt to look casual. Most of the girls walking by walked into one another or stumbled on the edge of the sidewalk. The fact that his eyes were steeled on me raised my spirits.“The professor dismissed us past our scheduled time. What are you doing here?” Clara had stalled beside me, gaping at Ghost.“Having lunch with you to celebrate your first day.” None of his words made sense to me.“I promised to have lunch with Clara. Clara, this is Ghost.” I felt weird introducing him using his MC name, but Clara didn’t bat an eye.“Sorry, E. I’m going to bounce. Looks like you have a better offer.” I frowned, but she had already walked away.“Shall we?” Ghost took my bag from