His Alpha Wolf
I would give my life to protect him…
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Hil always felt out of place in his powerful wolf shifter pack. Not only was he gay, but at 20-years-old, he couldn’t shift. That meant that his alpha father had to protect him, or overly protect him. And in the dangerous underworld of New York City wolf packs, that meant that he was a prisoner in his Manhattan penthouse.
Wanting to have a life – and his first toes-curling night with a guy – he escapes stumbling upon a bed-n-breakfast in the middle of nowhere. Could it be fate that it’s run by Cali, a hot lone wolf shifter who makes his heart pound and gives him dirty thoughts?
Every moment spent with him awakens something within him. And when tragedy strikes and he’s stranded there, Hil discovers all of the things this powerful wolf can do with his rippling body.
Hil’s new alpha will sacrifice anything to keep him safe. But when Hil’s dangerous past comes looking for him, could Cali sacrifice include his life? Will Hil’s father’s vicious pack break his heart by claiming another victim? Or will Hil get his happy ending with the smokin’ hot wolf shifter of his dreams?
Reaching down, he took my hand. His warm flesh against mine sent a tingle that rippled through me. I wanted him. I'd never been more turned on in my life. My wolf wanted him. But I also wanted to respect him. I didn't want to do anything that he wasn't ready for.
Because of that, I reeled in my desire. It nearly broke me, but I did. Still holding his hand, we entered the room. It was weird seeing Hil’s stuff scattered around my familiar space. I liked it. I couldn't have guessed how much.
“Do you have to head back to campus in the morning?” Hil asked as he hovered around his travel bag. “Yeah. But I’ll be back early to help Mama settle in.”
“I'll make waffles.”
“I would like that. I think Mama would enjoy that too,” I said, starting to relax. “We should probably head to bed. I'm thinking it's going to be a long day tomorrow.”
“Of course,” he said nervously.
Seeing how nervous he was, only made me want him more. I wanted to hold and take care of him. I wanted to protect him. And whether or not I admitted it, I wanted to slowly push into him, listening to his light moans as I did.
I turned away when I began to throb. I didn't know how I was going to do this. It was taking everything in me not to race across the room, scoop him into my arms, and throw him onto the bed.
“What's the matter?” he asked, lightly wrapping his fingers around my bicep from behind.
I could feel his body heat. My wolf howled with aching desire. Did he know what he was doing to me? He couldn't consider what it might unleash.
