Someone is set on destroying her mate, Adam, and only Anna can prevent this possible future. While trying to unravel the hazy web of her premonition, she finds out the annual pack conference will take place on her mountain. And Adam’s parents will be attending. As only a “made” wolf, Anna will have to face their prejudice and possibly make the hardest decision she has ever had to make. Because saving Adam’s life might just mean walking away from him for forever.
Coming April/May 2013
- Chapter One -
“…to train Anna…” His words cut through my mind like a blade, severing all thoughts of love and lust. I snapped to attention and listened to what he was saying.
“As my Chante people will use us against each other. All of you will participate in helping me train your alpha female.”
Alpha female. I couldn’t forget how I earned that title. After Adam killed his previous mate while defending me, I took her place. It’s not as bad as it sounds. I am not a home wrecker by any means. Eve was a psychotic bitch who had a taste for human flesh and blood. She tried, and failed, to pin the murders on me. When that didn’t pan out, she and Adam’s brother Anthony kidnapped me. Long story short, Eve was dead and because Adam and I are bonded, I am the new alpha female. The ceremony was scheduled to take place in two days. Each one of my pack members respected me, but I didn’t feel like I deserved it. I was not a purebred like alphas are supposed to be and I didn’t earn the title. As a werewolf for only six months, I didn’t feel like I put in my due to be at the top of the pecking order. The most I could do was work at earning my place every day. I wanted my pack to respect me because I had earned it and not because of whom I was bonded to. Adam is purebred and alpha material through and through. Me? Not so much.
“Meeting adjourned,” Adam said. His eyes found mine and a tingle burst through my veins. My wolf quivered, a low growl vibrating through my bones. I watched Adam cut through the pack and toward me. His azure eyes pinned me in my place and promised naughty things. I hoped my brown ones were conveying the same message.
When he reached me, he rested his hands on either side of the deck’s railing and leaned forward, trapping my body. I watched his mouth slowly come closer, but he did not kiss me.
“You know,” he said. His breath was hot against my lips. “As my mate your place is by my side, not back here hiding.”
Adam had asked me multiple times to stand up front with him when he had meetings. And each time I opted for watching from afar.
“But you handle them so eloquently,” I told him with a small smile. “I would only distract from that.”
“The only thing you’re distracting is my concentration. All my eyes wanted to focus on were the curves of your body.”
I laughed. “Is that so?”
“Hmm,” Adam agreed. “It’s a constant battle: give the pack my undivided attention or imagine the swell of your breasts. If you stood beside me you would be out of my line of sight and make things a lot easier on me.”
“I had no idea how difficult this was on you,” I said with mock sincerity. “It’s only fair, as your Chante, that I put you out of your misery. Next meeting I will take my place up front.”
Adam grinned. “That’s all I’m asking.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before Joe called his name and he headed off to take care of whatever business had popped up. The life of an alpha wasn’t easy I was learning. Adam was busy seventy percent of the time with pack stuff. But I had found stuff to fill my time. I had turned Elle into my sparring partner. After fighting with Eve—and learning Adam and I were each other’s weaknesses—I knew I had to learn to fight. I wanted Adam to be confident in my ability to take care of myself. Should another uprising occur, I would be an asset instead of a liability. Aside from learning to fight, I was also training with Wade. He thought I could be a seer and I was starting to agree with him. While dealing with Eve I’d had visions of the past. At the time we thought it was because she was the one who turned me and our connection made it to where I was linked to her. It was far fetched but not impossible. However, even after Eve’s death the visions happened three other times. As a seer, I see the past, not the future. I’m not psychic by any means.
“You ready?” Elle asked. Her long copper hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. The sprinkle of freckles over her nose darkened with her tan and her wide green eyes caught the sunlight and sparkled like emeralds.
“I’m always ready to have my ass handed to me,” I half joked. Elle was a skilled fighter and it was the reason I chose her for my teacher. The other wolves would help me out, but they were too afraid to hurt me so they held back. Either Adam had warned them to take it easy or it was their wolves recognizing me as their alpha female and they didn’t want to hurt me. I needed someone who wasn’t afraid to give me everything they had, and that someone was Elle.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Elle said. “You’re better than you think.”
“It’s your fabulous teaching skills, sensei.”
Elle laughed. “Come on, young grasshopper.”
We headed down the steps of the back deck. There was a large clearing lined by tall pine and birch trees. Our normal spot was a meadow through the forest, but Adam was gone so he couldn’t stop us. He was a little over protective of me. It was understandable, but also annoying.
When I stopped walking, Elle quirked an eyebrow with a smile. Though she respected Adam as her alpha, she also liked breaking the rules. She knew he may come down hard on her, but she would leave with her throat intact.
She began undressing, and I did the same. I could change fully clothed but I was fond of the capris I was wearing, and if I changed in them they would be shredded. Though I didn’t care for the lingering looks of my pack mates, I was losing my shyness at the prospect of nudity. That didn’t mean I would traipse around in my birthday suit on a daily basis, but for moments like these it was okay. Besides, I was the alpha’s mate. If any wolf came sniffing in my direction it would be the last thing he ever did.
My wolf came to the forefront of my mind. She was anxious and excited to be released. Her power rushed through my veins like a tidal wave, giving me a boost of energy. My skin stretched as my bones contorted and rearranged themselves. White fur began to grow on my arms as my nails lengthened and sharpened like daggers. I fell to my knees, my hands spaced in front of me as the beast overtook my body. Within seconds my wolf emerged and she was ready to spar with the ruddy wolf in front of her.
Whoops and hollers sounded from the deck, causing me to take my focus off Elle. She chose that moment to pounce. She hit my ribs and I went sailing across the hard ground. I shot up in a fury, a growl ripping through my throat. Elle’s eyes glistened liquid copper as she waited for me to make my move. I circled her, looking for a clear opening. The first to get their teeth around the jugular was the winner. So far, the scoreboard read: Elle—5, Anna—3. I lunged forward, taking Elle’s tail in my teeth and shaking my head back and forth. She snarled and whipped around just how I wanted her to. I used the movement to my advantage and ran for her other side. By the time she realized I wasn’t behind her anymore, it was too late. I tackled her onto her back and together we rolled down the small incline of the yard in a ball of snarls, teeth and claws. Her tooth scraped against my muzzle, causing a searing burn in its wake. I snapped my jaws at her as I tried to reach her throat, but her paw connected with my gut and knocked the wind out of my lungs. Elle sprang up and I did the same. We regarded each other as we circled one another. My wolf was giddy with the excitement of the fight. She dug her claws into the hard earth as she charged towards Elle. Elle went down without so much as a fight. She didn’t move or even snarl, even after I began biting her ear to prod her. My wolf didn’t care, she struck for the throat, applying enough pressure to subdue but not hurt. When Elle began to whimper I began to worry I had really hurt her. I shifted back in a snap. My wolf disintegrated back within me and left me my old nude self.
“Elle, are you alright?” I petted her fur, searching for an injury that would explain her lethargic state. Someone cleared their throat behind me. I shot up, whirled around and came face to face with Adam and an older couple. The man had salt and pepper hair with deep-set green eyes and a roadmap of wrinkles across his face. His thin lips were set in a hard, disapproving line. The woman standing next to him watched me as though I were nothing more than a stain discoloring her favorite Chanel blouse. Her blonde hair was twisted up and not a single piece dared escape its hold. Her right eyebrow crawled up her forehead as her steely blue eyes observed me with distasteful scrutiny. Both of them extruded power. It demanded respect and caused my wolf to whimper in response. The excitement from the fight dissipated and left her nervous. Her instincts to bare her stomach soaked through me and had me on the verge of rolling onto the ground. Something told me that if I did that it would only lower their impression of me, if that was possible. I knew who this pair was even before Adam spoke.
“Anna, I would like to introduce you to Maggie and Donald—my parents.”