Romance and adventure await…
Approximately 15,000 words long
The San Francisco Bay Area has a long history of hosting a diverse human population. Things get a little bit wilder than human alone, though. Witches, werewolves, and even demons have claimed the territory for their own. Yet amidst power struggles and supernatural threats, love still finds a way.
All her life, Tina Tybault has felt wrong. Troubling dreams, sleepwalking, and adopted parents who locked her up at night didn’t help. Instead of the relaxing summer off from college she expected she instead found herself waking up naked in the woods one morning. A gorgeous stranger stood over her, claiming she was in heat and there to be his mate.
James Littlewolf is an alpha male werewolf who has dreamed for years of his destined mate. When he found Tina sleeping peacefully in the underbrush, he was sure he had found her at last. Instead he discovered she didn’t even know what she was. Educating her when all he wants to do is take her will push his self-control to the limit.
“We’re not human,” he said simply. “So we don’t work like humans do.”
I exhaled heavily, at a loss for any further argument. “Could I do that?”
He shook his hand and in the course of that gesture shifted it back into an ordinary looking human hand once more. “Maybe someday. In theory, every wolf has the potential to be an alpha, but you have to have the temperament for it and some actual support from the rest of your pack. An omega with all the potential in the world might stay that way forever if the rest of the pack keeps her down.”
“I have no idea what any of that meant,” I pointed out.
He rolled his eyes, but it seemed as though the gesture was more one of self-deprecation than mocking me. “I’ll try to explain it all. I’m just not sure how well I can do that for you right now.”
He pushed himself away from the rock and crossed over to me once again. I could see the tension in his body, the way his pulse jumped in his throat when he came nearer to me. His eyes closed as he leaned in toward me, inhaling my scent again as he circled around me.
“I’m a mature male with his own territory. You’re a lone female in heat. Can’t you figure it out?” he asked in a low, dangerous voice.
His words were like velvet rubbed down my spine and I shuddered in spite of myself. “You mean you want to…to have sex with me?” I stammered.
“No,” he purred as he circled around behind me. I felt the heat of his hands as they grasped my upper arms again. He had to run several degrees warmer than any other person I had ever known. It just radiated off of him, driving away the chill of the foggy morning in the forest.
I could feel his warmth as he pressed himself to my back, molding around me. His lips brushed against the outer shell of my ear, his breath tickling behind it. “I want to breed you.”