Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
Orphaned and shunned, Alora has always lived in fear until fate binds her to her worst enemy, Colton, the proud future Alpha of a rival pack. Their bond shocks everyone and sparks old hatred and danger. As war returns and dark secrets rise, Alora must uncover the truth behind her cursed bloodline—or die trying.
They chased me all the way to a cliff edge before I had to jump in the river below to escape unscathed. I don’t think I could have fought off more than a dozen rabid wolves on my own, and I don’t have the energy to turn and heal myself right now. I’m spent. I…
They said her fur was white because she lacked a pigment, like a flaw in her genetic makeup, and I wonder if it’s why my eyes are red… like an albino. Although my wolf is half grey and I’m sure albinos have pink eyes, not blood red. It’s all so confusing and I wish Meadow…
I didn’t sleep at all at first, everything swirling in my head and the cravings for not just Colton, but Meadow, the sub pack, my room in the pack house, and the safety of the valley. It was all crying out to me, reminding me that I was barely grown and only newly turned and…
“Yeah, I’ll see how I feel after that. I hear it’s pretty exhausting and I might be wiped out after. Don’t want to ruin your viewing with my snores.” I make light of it, exhaling softly with relief that she gave me an angle, and the urge to kiss her all over again calms me…
Why now did I find my pack, at a time when I thought I had no other option? Why would the fates give me something closer to a real home, only to make it unreachable by the tiniest stretch? I have to pull myself together and stop being weak. None of this matters, and it…
He’s killing me, making all those emotions spiral up and mess with me all over again and I need to be stronger than this. I need to bring back the bite to my voice, the steel to my resolve, and end this before I make myself even more confused. I can’t seem to stop myself.…
I yank myself up, pull my head out of my ass and aggressively wash down while refusing to break down anymore. It’s the past. It’s not where I need to be mentally. I wash my face until it feels raw, wiping away tears I don’t want to cry anymore, and shampoo my hair with vigor…
Soon as I get near the door I look around, see no one is out here despite the hustle and bustle and steam coming from the nearby closed door to laundry, and head out the back door instead. No one is back here either, oddly. It’s either good fortune, or someone up there is giving…
I can’t keep being mad about the fact that our bond should be stronger, because I know this isn’t about that. The bond is strong, it’s solid in a way, it’s what keeps pulling him to me, fighting his will power, and messing with his head, repeatedly. It’s what’ll push him to mark her, in…
Chica. I have thing to figure out and plan, so I’m going upstairs.’ I use Meadow’s pet name, our eyes meet as damp emotional smiles are passed, in that one instance, I know a love that I’ve needed for the past eight years, a true friend, and it kills me that I only found it…