Harmony White's life has never been easy, even before her sadistic stepfather turned Harmony into a wolf against her will. She has chosen to live her life as an Omega, suppressing her inner wolf, and resisting those who attempt to claim her for their packs. Well, at least until the night two warring Alphas bring the fight right into the middle of her small mountain diner. And both Alphas decide to make a claim on her. Alpha Roam of the Stonemountain Pack, sexy and brooding, his violence proceeds him, but he excites her body in ways she's never felt before. Or Alpha Grey of the Timberland Pack, charming, hot as sin, known to not tolerate disrespect towards she-wolfs, and his caresses ignite something feral inside her. Caught in the middle of a feud, which Alpha will she choose? Her choice has the power to make or break a pack. Are two Alphas better than one?
View MoreA burst of rage-fueled adrenaline coursed through my veins, giving me a second wind. I used my burst of strength to push myself off the tree, to stand tall, before I grabbed the shovel and began to dig furiously. Dirt and bits of roots and moss flung through the air as I took my frustrations out on the Earth. I would not greet the dark alpha like an obedient little mate eagerly awaiting his return. We would face each other as enemies, and he would stay on his side of the mountain or face the consequences. Grey was smart enough to get out of my way. The younger alpha decided to face his enemy on equal footing, wolf to wolf, as he merged with his animal once more. The human part of me had too much to say to the brute to shift, and my communication while in my fur would not be adequate unless he set foot onto my land. Then my literal claws and teeth would come out and I would show him no mercy.It did not take wolf senses to know when the dark one prowled near the boundary. The heavy ma
My eyes, the color of a muddy river like that of my father’s, locked onto the Alpha’s, not backing down, the challenge there, daring him to take it. I steeled my spine and my nerves, and I did not even let my wolf come through, because I had the power inside me, and I did not need to flash her rage, her pain, to let my mate know I was a dangerous predator not to be messed with.“Get out of my way, Grey. Or I will make you.”My voice had stayed calm and was more deadly than had it been dripping with aggression. Like a snake, waiting and watching for the need to strike.He let out a breath that sounded painful to exhale, “At least let me help you then.”So, his pack could suffer the consequences. Even the sting of his betrayal was not enough to let me agree to allow him to antagonize his enemy by disrespecting their dead. Wolves of Rocky’s status among the pack were sent off with honor to their place in the sky to spend eternity near their creator. It would be a grave insult to the crea
I stayed in that cabin with my she-wolf and her mate no matter how it turned my stomach and I had to choke down the vomit. No matter how my eyes stung while my mask cracked, I had to shut them a time or two to keep from screaming. The sound of that bone drill burrowing into my beta’s skull and Lily’s cries would haunt me for the rest of my life. I forced myself to bear it because I was their Luna, and my discomfort did not matter. What I wanted or needed no longer mattered. The scent of Rand’s blood was still heavy in the air, even after the healer and his mate had washed him clean again and had disposed of the bloody towels and crimson colored water. A clean bandage shrouded his head, and soon more joined along his bruised and broken body. Raven even stitched the worst wounds closed to help them heal faster. I wondered if I would always smell his wolfblood in here from now on as if it had soaked into the wood permanently. After Raven had cleaned and gathered her supplies, gave the
Grey did not argue, though he looked torn wanting to help, while the females carried the young beta inside the hunting cabin as gently as possible. Rand did not cry out in pain, which was not a good thing, he was limp and blood spattered in our arms. We laid him atop the bed, not giving a damn about staining the sheets. I could hear my mate pacing outside, though he respected my orders and did not set foot inside. Me slamming the door roughly behind us, gave the wolf the hint as well, that he was not welcomed. The Alpha of Timberlands would be off my land entirely soon enough, which was for the best because at the moment, I felt particularly violent towards him, now that the initial sting of hurt was waning, the rage was coming through strong. The only male I wanted to hurt more than Grey right now, was that fucking brute who I fully intended to get my pound of flesh from. The dark wolf was nothing but a lying bastard whom I had been a fool to trust his word. Animals had no honor. R
As soon as my Alpha mate’s boots hit the dirt, he rushed to me, his keen grey eyes assessing me from head to toe. I could see the rush of emotions that crossed his handsome face, worry, fear, anger, sympathy, regret, guilt. His hands gripped my shoulders gently to still me for a more intense inspection as I was shaking and jittery like I had just drunk ten energy drinks. When he noticed my torn-up arm, the scent of an enemy wolf still clinging to my skin, then his sister, bloody and dazed, holding onto her blood spattered and still mate, his wolf slipped through as he growled. I knew Grey’s aggression was not aimed at me. His eyes blazed when they landed on the dead wolf, naked, and minus a skull, with most of his brain matter, tainting my land.“I’m going to bury him in fucking silver chains,” he snarled, “and then I’m going to challenge his oath breaking, lying son of a bitch Alpha! A wolf with no honor has no place on this Earth!”My heart bashed into my ribs for an entirely differ
The massive hell-beast closed the gap between my fallen beta, his loyal mate, and I, in only a few leaps. My she-wolf howled in anguish at not protecting her mate or her Luna. Tears of physical pain no longer soaked my cheeks, now replaced by tears of regret and failure, of helplessness. I did not cry tears for myself in what was likely my last seconds of life.His dark form was upon me before I could even fire off another round. Before I could try and connect to the Earth beneath me and drawl strength to help fight this monster from under the mountain. My other regrets flashed before my eyes as time seemed to slow. I had never even told Grey I loved him. Or told Roam I did not always like him, but I did not hate him.I had not spoken to my cousin Jeanette in over a week and would never meet her boyfriend. I had not visited my paternal grandparent’s in their nursing home when I could have made that drive in six hours or flown in, in the two years it’d been since my bastard uncles had
I knew that I covered more ground quicker in my wolf form, and I could even carry the shotgun in my mouth, but I was not ready to shift just yet. I dashed through the trees like a mad woman, pushing back branches with ease, and navigating roots that would have tripped me up in the past, but with my wolf simmering at the surface, she led me her coordination, some of her agile speed, her heightened senses. And kick ass night vision. I should have been letting her out more all along.There was the slim chance it was a nomadic wolf who had crossed onto my packlands, still thinking it was neutral ground. But I had remarked all the boundaries of my territory only a few days ago with my scent, and unless the wolf was truly feral, or old and senile, or had no sense of smell, it was not an accident this male had trespassed onto my land. And when I got closer to his earthy scent, and I caught traces of sulfur from his fur, I knew exactly where the bastard had come from. The wolves from the cave
I thanked Monique for staying over, and she was just glad I had not been murdered. That was her actual words to me, because I had never been late to my shift before, and she too, liked to listen to true crime podcasts to help her unwind at night. Her imagination had been getting the best of her, and she had already been putting together a list of likely suspects in her head. Top of the list was a creepy once regular who had tried to stalk me post a hookup two years back, after I had made it clear there’d be no repeat performance.I laughed at that one, because I had forgotten about him, last thing I knew he had steered clear of me and Mountaintop after I threatened to tell his fiancée. And after I showed him my shot gun. I had questionable morals, but fucking men with wives or girlfriends, had never been my thing. Had I known about said fiancée before I let him fuck me in his truck after my shift, I would have chosen another dick to ride instead. After I had already been stalked and h
With my mates close by, their familiar earthy scents like an aphrodisiac that made me wet between the knees, I let out a contented sigh. I was sprawled out between my Alphas, naked and unbothered, staring up at the night sky, the stars had also come back out after the storm, and it was now the witching hour. “Holy shit!” I shot up like the forest bed had overheated beneath me, “I’m late for work.” Grey was on my left, and he sat up as I did. His thick hair was messy, though I was not the cause of it this time. Traces of moisture still adorned his tight body and tempted me greatly to follow the trails with my tongue. I shook off my lust, though it was not easy to do, and got to my feet. Roam remained spread out arrogantly on the grass, hands behind his rain kissed hair, his proud cock jutting out without shame. “Take the night off Rabbit. Besides I have yet to punish you for your disobedience, Luna.” That wicked glint in my dark mate’s eye promised that I would likely enjoy his pun
From the moment the girl stepped foot inside my diner, I knew she was in trouble. I could tell by the way she wore her long, strawberry hair down covering her face like a shroud, and she chose a booth in the back that had a view of the whole place. It also made for a quick exit out the back door. She slid into the booth, her keen green eyes kept scanning the joint but not making eye contact with a living soul in it. She flinched when the door opened, and I could smell the tang of her blood in the air as she chewed her thumbnail down to the quick. I could tell the girl was in trouble, because I had once been her. She couldn’t be more than nineteen, which was another red flag of her being here all alone at this ungodly hour. My diner was on the backroads, the bypass to the highway, and these twisty lanes that curved around the mountain, were dangerous even when the sun was high in the sky. The only faces I usually saw at this time before dawn, were truckers after they’d dropped their
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