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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 68: Be Careful What You Wish For

Rick’s announcement hangs in the air and leaves me feeling even more confused than ever. This feeling I get whenever he is near is impossible to ignore, but other than Evanora, I’m not sure who to trust. If everything she has told me is true, I have a lot of enemies. But Rick seems to have proven himself trustworthy according to her.

If only I could remember.

As much as I have already gotten over the past few weeks, the day’s events have been exhausting. I fall into a deep sleep and wake the next morning to a surprise on my pillow.

I pick up the red rose and sniff it delicately, glancing at the note lying next to it. It tells me that a man named Carl is outside guarding my door and he will show me down to breakfast when I’m ready. I can’t help but smile at Rick’s thoughtfulness. After a much needed shower and change of clothes, I open my door to find a large blonde man wearing a hesitant smile.

“Good morning, Ms. Raven,” he says shyly.