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.
I feel like my hatred could melt steel, with the heat radiating from my fiery depths and I spin hysterically, ready to demolish my attacker. Body mid turn in furious speed when I realize he is on the other side of the room from me and looking at me like I have two heads. A…
“The human in you zoned out, not the wolf. You lost control, and you turned, you disabled me completely. You threw me across the room with a strength I couldn’t match. You came at me… I swear, you had me running around this room just to stop you tearing me from limb to limb. Complete…
With my rage fizzing out and my logical brain easing in to calm my impulse to wreak havoc on him, I slump down onto the floor, completely exhausted and pull my ripped sheets around me in a bid to self-console. My head a blur of what he just said, some weird sympathy for him even,…
My skin stings and burns to instant welts as fabric rips across my shoulders, and he drags what’s left of my coverings off, burning and marking me with the assault of their removal. His claws rakes over my body as it makes its way over my ass, thigh, roughly scraping my skin as he circles…
If I’m Colton in this memory then he watches me for a minute too, dragging my eyes back to me and she fades off out of scene. I have no control of where he looks, because this is his memory. He follows my progress as I swim across the lake and then he’s pulled sideways,…
“So you knew me. It doesn’t matter.” I sigh finally, realizing he has worn me down enough to get me talking to him and I’m no longer sulking in silence and staring listlessly at a ceiling. Instead I’m lost in a million thoughts and feeling all kinds of sad and depressing things. This is why…
“Abilities are everything! Don’t be so sure. I’m guessing I have to do something near you, or to you, using one of my gifts so that you instinctively defend yourself. That’s how it should work in theory. Instinct taking over and no room to think.” Colton looks away from me, a small muscle in his…
That internal rage heats me like a volcano from inside out, my blood reaching boiling point, my temper shooting through the roof and despite being utterly paralyzed, slumped over him as we climb the stairs, my mind and insides churn up a tornado that would scare the fates. It feels like I emit a solar…
I immediately think of Carmen’s gift, wondering if maybe it’s coincidental, and this was her, from somewhere else in the house, going catatonic in her own misery, but I know it can’t be. She can smash glass only in the near vicinity when she sustains a scream at highest pitch for long seconds. It hurts…
“Something.” I mumble with lack luster and catch a slight hint of a cute boy smile from him, making him handsomer. Amused at me for giving him attitude, and it serve’s the purpose of softening me a minuscule amount. I can’t deny the way contact with him always calms me, brings me instant peace when…