My chances of survival are slim. Going west in the 1880s? Dangerous. Fighting rogues and traveling through pack lands where we are unwelcome? A death sentence. But Akecheta awakens a part of me I've never known before. I'm brave. I'm strong. I'm an Alpha's daughter. I will fight for my people--even if it costs me everything. And chances are, it will. If you love steamy wolf shifter romance that will leave your heart racing, read this new adventure from the author of The Alpha King's Breeder.
View More*Isabella*Chet and I are far enough away from the wagon party that they ain’t able to hear us, but we don’t wanna alert any potential enemies to our hidin’ place.“I will try to be quiet,” I say through the mind-link. With a sly smile, I add, “But no promises.”With his palm cradlin’ my head, Chet lies me on my back in the lush moss beneath the trees. He unlaces the bodice of my dress, and my breasts spring forward into the cool night air. As soon as they are uncovered, both of them are enveloped again by Chet’s enormous hands.“You are so beautiful,” he praises me through the mind-link, attemptin’ to be as quiet as possible.As he continues to worship my breasts with his lips and tongue, Chet’s hands roam down to the hem of my dress, liftin’ it to above my waist. He licks and sucks m
*Isabella*The mornin’ is silent, thick with grief. Last night’s fight was bloody, and the weight of it still presses down on all of us.Dust swirls around the worn wooden sides of the wagons as we roll forward, the fields stretchin’ out around us in shades of brown and gold. The sunset paints the sky in hues of ochre and orange—so different from the deep green forests, the grassy glades, and the hills and valleys of Tennessee. This journey, this transformation, feels just as drastic. I’m caught in the space between sorrow and adventure, my heart torn between what we’ve lost and what lies ahead.Today, rather than ridin’ with Chet, I stay in the wagon with Ma and the youngin’s, offerin’ what little comfort I can.Pa keeps his eyes locked on the horizon, his shoulders stiff, ever watchful. We’ve lost too much already. We can’t afford to lose more.Even in the bright light of day, the air feels thick—like a storm is brewin’ just beyond our reach. My wolf senses prickle with unease, a me
*Chet*Shadows slice through the moonlit dust of our camp. A cruel, unnatural presence hovers in the darkness.“Unega, take the women and children closest to you, and put them all in the same wagon. Unega! We are being attacked. You must protect them,” I hope she is awake and can hear me.Suddenly, the ripping sound of flesh, the sickening crunch of bone, the desperate snarls of friends and foes as they fall hits my ears.Through the mind-link I check on Unega. “Are you still with me?”“I’m here.”The scent of blood and fear, a suffocating blanket, chokes me. Mo and Takoda work together to take down one of our attackers as I race around to flank a huge male wolf Mac has by the throat.Mac subdues the enemy as my teeth snap on his haunches. He is done; on to the
*Isabella*The creak of the wagon wheels’ monotonous lullaby starkly contrasts with the chaotic howls and traditional camp songs that still echo in my ears. Last night, several of the packs travelin’ west got together on the outskirts of St. Louie for a final farewell. Chet and I communicated through the mind-link and stolen glances across the campfire, surrounded by both our families and friends.The wild west feels so close and yet still so far away as we travel northwest through corn and wheat fields today.While I ride with Chet during the day, I still spend my evenin’s with Ma, Pa, Alice, and Robert. My older brother is almost always with the cattle now. For some reason, I get a funny feelin’ about spendin’ the night with Chet. Maybe it’s because we ain’t really, ceremonially hitched yet. Or maybe it’s just cause he ain’t asked me to yet. Either way, I daydream of the day that I
*Isabella*Billy was up to no good, I could sense it as I approached the pair. When she saw me, a look of relief washed over the face of the woman Billy had lured into the alley.“What’s goin’ on over here?” I accused him as she took the opportunity to sprint past me and back to the busy street.“Thanks a lot!” Billy growled. “Why’d ya run her off?” He slurred his words under the influence of Moon Goddess only knows how much whiskey.“‘Cuz she wasn’t interested in bein’ here with you! That’s why she ran,” I pointed out. “What are you thinkin’ anyway?” I asked, instantly wishing I had turned and ran with the woman. Somethin’ in Billy’s eyes let me know he was in a huntin’ mood, and women were his choice of prey.Billy walked toward m
*Chet* I stand before my father, Alpha Achack Galvlo, leader of Shaconage pack. When he spoke to me through the mind-link early this morning, I was shocked. He shouldn’t be here, not this far from his territory. Leaving Unega to explore St. Louis alone was incredibly difficult but I knew better than to disobey my father’s wishes. Begrudgingly, I rode Sine into the forest and here I stand. "My son," he says, embracing me in warmth. “It has been too long since I have seen you. “Your mother sends her love.” “What are you doing here?”“A meeting with other Alphas is taking place nearby. I had no plans to attend, but with the rogue situation peaking, I decided it was best for our pack. I thought I spotted your party. I have something to give you.”He extends his hand. I extend mine, confused. “Herbs?”“Healing herbs. Trying times are upon us.”I cradle the herbs for a moment before slipping them into my satchel. “You shouldn’t be this far east. You should have sent warriors in your st
*Isabella*St. Louis is amazing! I can’t believe all the sights and sounds. It’s what I imagine a county fair would be like, not that I ever been to one of them. Our family walks together down a crowded street, smellin’ all kinds of savory and sweet treats from street vendors. Shop windows are full of beautiful fabric and other trinkets. I see expensive jewelry and high end musical instruments. I pause to look at a violin in the window of one of the stores. I always wanted to learn to play the fiddle.“Come on, Izzy.” Robert tugs on my hand. “Pa said we can get some candy.”“Oh, you and yer candy,” I say with a laugh. I remember what it was like to be young and always wantin’ somethin’ sweet in my mouth, though. Now, Chet’s sweet enough for me. Still, I let my little brother tug me along.“Let’s go in here and look at the fabric,” Ma says to Pa. She kno
*Isabella*I ain’t never seen nothin’ like St. Louey. We got some big cities back closer to home, but this is amazin’. I can see so many big buildings on the other side of the river, I can hardly contain myself.“Are you feeling well, Unega?” Chet asks from beside me on the wagon. “You’re smiling so big, I’d think your face would be sore.”I giggle. “I’m fine. I’m better than fine. I can’t wait to get over there and see what they’ve got to trade. I bet Alice and Robert will beg Ma and Pa for some candy, and I’d love to see if I can find some new fabric.”“I’m sure they will have a lot of interesting items,” he says with a nod. “But be careful not to trade away the items you will need for the packs out in the wide plains.”He’s not wrong, of course. I nod. “I know. Still… I wanna go in all the
*Chet*I am filled in about what happened by overhearing Mrs. Mackenzie shouting in the back of the wagon to her husband as Unega serves all of us a nice breakfast. My friends are thankful for a woman’s good cooking. She says it’s the least they can do since we’ve been so helpful.Robert and Alice eat in near silence. It seems they haven’t quite woken up yet. I like to watch Unega interact with them. She will make a good mother one day, a mother to my children.After Mrs. Mackenzie is done telling him about how Sanders and Burns tried to make everyone go off without waiting for us, she tells him about how Unega and Takoda got the wagon train to stop. Takoda’s absence is felt, but I’m not surprised he’s with Genevieve. I can see the two of them ending up together.Eventually, Mac comes out of the wagon. Unega wordlessly hands her father a plate of warm food, and he nods his thanks. His wife stays insi
*Isabella*October, 1885Acrid smoke singes my nostrils. My lids heavy, I blink, trying to open my eyes. Even as slits, they burn from the gray cloud all around me. Faint sizzling crackles in my ears. The fire is close, so near I can feel the lick of flames devouring the ends of my fur.The breeze carries shouts, screams, and howls of both the terrorized and the taunting variety. I struggle not only to regain my vision, but to remember what happened before the incessant pain that radiates up my left side sent me careening into darkness.It all comes flying back to me with a force strong enough to topple the most formidable warrior. Shock from the memories so vividly displayed in my mind has my eyes flying open wide. I scan through the wall of smoke, looking for any signs of hope. Is anyone else alive?The wind ripples what’s left of the prairie grass on the edge of the forest, ash and fury whipping around the destruction before me. Bare feet flash by, followed by bloodied paws. I mana...
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