Pack Alpha: The Were Chronicles Excerpt

Moving farther away from the porch towards the edge of the trees, Marissa felt her wolf jump inside her skin. God, how she wished she could shift.

Could let the wolf completely free like it wanted, like it needed.


But that wasn’t going to happen. She couldn’t shift and no one had figured out how or why this happened to some. Her DNA was not like her sister’s or a mortal human’s. She was caught somewhere in the middle.


Resigned and unhappy, she turned back towards the house and stopped short when she noticed the man who stood on porch watching her. Her wolf growled its approval, demanding she take this available male.


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Gage watched as Marissa’s eyes widened. She licked her lips, and his cock jumped in his jeans. He’d been surprised to find her staring into woods like she was ready to go running. He didn’t know much about non-shifters. They were not common. Only a handful of them existed. But the intensity of her stare was like that before a shift.


He quickly covered the distance between them. Marissa didn’t move away from him when he reached her. Her green eyes had started to glow.


"The wild calls to you?"


She nodded and licked her lips again.


"How does it make you feel? Not being able to shift?" He wanted to know more about her. He wanted to reach the woman, and the wolf, under the skin.


She looked so sad he wanted to wrap his arms around her and tell her everything would be okay.


She cleared her throat twice before speaking. "Trapped."


She had started shaking and he reached for her. "Does it hurt?" He couldn’t imagine how it would feel for his wolf to be trapped.


When she only shrugged a shoulder, he continued, "What can I do?"


Her gaze met his before dropping to his lips. When she sucked her bottom lip, he felt the last thread of his resolve slipping. Yanking her to him, he took control of her mouth. She didn’t fight him, but opened immediately. He plunged his tongue inside dominating the kiss. Her low moan only drove him on farther, harder. With one hand wrapped in her hair, holding her head still, he used the other to bring their bodies closer.


Her lips moved against his. Her hands clawed at the shirt on his back.