Fate is a funny thing. Some try to cut its threads, while others wrap themselves in it like a blanket.
Young wolf shifter Max is cocky and crass. Unlike others his age, he has yet to discover a talent that will serve his pack. Since childhood, he’s been convinced the pack alpha is his mate, but Alpha Christian cannot envision unfiltered and directionless Max taking the place of his elegant mother at the head of the pack. As Max begins to build a life with his best friend, he also begins to see that maybe what he thought was inevitable was all in his head, and it’s time to move on.
Or are they both denying fate?
“Stop. It’s the alpha,” Seth said, finally calming down enough to scent who was at the door. “This is all your fault, with your big pornographic crime scene you left in his room,” Seth hissed from behind him. “Now he’s mad, and he’s here to finish the job.”
“Did you mean for that to be sexy?” Max turned around. “Because that sounded totally sexy.”
“No,” Seth hissed. “That is not what I meant and you know it. Do not open that door!”
Max ignored Seth’s warning and proceeded to open the door. As soon as he unlocked the latch, the door was thrown open. Seth squeaked behind him, running away, and a feral-looking Christian pushed his way through the door and grabbed Max like he weighed nothing, Max’s legs instinctually wrapping around Christian’s hips so he didn’t fall as Christian carried him backward into his room.
“Ummm, fancy seeing you at this time of….” Max’s attempt at defusing the situation was squashed with a growl rumbling out of Christian’s chest. He slammed the bedroom door behind them with his foot, throwing Max down onto the bed.
“What were you doing in my room, Max?” The words sounded gravelly, like he was trying to hold back from shifting.
“Sleeping?” Max said, scooting back farther onto the bed to get some distance. He was starting to think maybe Seth was right— trying to push Christian’s wolf to the edge wasn’t his best plan ever.
Christian climbed onto the bed, over the top of Max like a hunter approaching his prey.
“Sleeping? I think you were doing more than sleeping.” Christian’s head tilted back as he inhaled Max’s scent. “My wolf knows you now, knows your scent so well. Is that what you wanted, Max? To drive my wolf crazy?” He trailed his nose up the side of Max’s neck. “You succeeded. He’s pushing at me, screaming inside of me to take you.” Christian nipped at Max’s collarbone, making him gasp. “You’re all he wants.” He pushed his hardness into Max, proving just how much his wolf wanted him.
Max’s brain finally caught up with him, and he started to push back, so hungry for his mate.
About the author:
I write about painfully awkward, usually embarrassing, romance because long confident gazes followed by sexy dancing NEVER happens to me. I am a native of the Pacific Northwest, and will probably never leave. I’m like a hypochondriac sundae, with claustrophobic sprinkles, and a big cherry of anxiety on top, so I don’t travel much. I read to relax my mind, so I love getting lost in someone else’s story, even if it is only for a little while.