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Under the Alpha's Spell

When young witch Raven kills a werewolf in self-defense, she has no idea of the severity of her actions. In order to stop a war, Raven is sent to serve Alpha Alaric, a dangerous man whose hatred of witches is well known. As Raven acclimates to her new life amongst the enemy, she is shocked to realize that her intense attraction to Alaric is reciprocated. Will Raven survive amongst the werewolves and stop a war…or will she be overtaken by the dangerous passion that threatens to consume her. “‘I trust this will suit your purposes,’ he says. A big four poster bed sits in the middle of the room with. ‘My purpose of sleeping? I would think so,’ I retort and he growls in response. He stalks towards me and I back up until my knees hit the bed. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, Raven. But I don’t believe it’s being properly utilized,” he whispers in a sexy voice. His lips are so close to mine they are almost touching and I exhale a shallow breath. I’m frozen where I stand, caught in a trance. I feel overwhelmed by him and I tell myself I’m not enjoying it. But I know deep down that it’s not true. Something is anchoring me to him that I can’t explain. I shiver in response to his proximity and he lets out an almost imperceptible growl. I feel compelled to reach up and touch his face, to move my mouth closer so he has better access. I’m the one that’s a witch, but I find myself bound under the Alpha’s spell.” Under the Alpha's Spell is created by Jessica Nicole, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Jessica Nicole · Fantasy
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77 Chs

Chapter 16: Liability

“Well, don’t think too long. The offer isn’t open ended,” he snaps, then gets up from the table, “I have a meeting. I’ll let you sleep on it.”

With that, he leaves me alone in the dining room. He slams the front door so hard it shakes the chandelier and I wince.

Crap, I think. That did not go the way I planned. I can’t keep a handle on my emotions around him. But it did work out that he invited me to dinner. I’m closer to the front door and maybe if I’m lucky, Carl is still upstairs....

As I creep towards the entrance and start to turn the corner, I see Carl’s bulky form blocking the exit. I curse my luck, but steel myself to follow through on my original plan.

“Hey, Carl,” I say with a bright smile.

“Hi, Miss Raven. Did you enjoy your dinner?” he asks politely. I feel really bad for what I’m about to do.

“I’m really sorry about this Carl,” I tell him.