SHIFT OUT OF LUCK
BRIMSTONE, INC. #2
Which alpha will end up on top?
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The Montagues and Capulets have nothing on the Canis and Banes wolf packs. The two have been feuding for ages. The brutal murder of the Banes’ alpha only added fuel to the fire. And now there’s only one way to bring peace—the current alphas of each pack, Marrok and Tala, need a mating of convenience.
Tala has her doubts. A thousand of them.
Never mind that Marrok drives her body to levels of desire her vibrator has trouble keeping up with. If she can’t get her inner wolf—or her people—on board, forget peace, because she’ll lose the tenuous control she has over the Canis pack. Her new mate is just so damn alpha. He’d better learn to play nice or Tala will have to show him who’s boss.
But Marrok has plans of his own, and nothing and no one, not even Tala herself, can resist an alpha…
***This novella was previously self published as “The Worse for Were” but has undergone a complete re-edit. Scenes were added, things were changed, but the kissing still remains!
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His eager wolf practically burst from his body, forcing the shift faster than Marrok liked. He’d been wanting to play with Tala’s wolf for weeks. Months even.
Taking her in now, he gave a happy wag of his tail. Tala was a lovely wolf, all white with grey socks and grey around her face, slender and lean, shorter than he and smaller by at least thirty percent. No wonder she had chosen to become a weapons expert as her preferred form of fighting. He’d seen her wolf before, of course, but they’d been busy with a battle against a werewolf at the time.
Marrok loosed a playful growl, bunching his muscles to pounce. But Tala turned on him, dropped her head, her ears flattened, and she exposed her teeth. A menacing growl, nothing like the playful one he’d issued, ripped from her throat.
What the hell?
“Tala?” he reached out with the telepathic connection all shifters shared when in animal form.
She didn’t answer. Staying low to the ground, she inched forward, her threat clear. Get away or pay with your life.
Marrok stood his ground and did his best not to react to her aggression even as reverberation of shock passed though him. He couldn’t believe his mate was posturing to attack.
“Tala?” he tried again. “Talk to me.”
With a suddenness that upped his shock to cannon blast levels, she lunged. He turned in time to keep those deadly teeth from ripping out his throat.
His mate had gone mad.
He couldn’t let her kill him. Marrok used his experience fighting in this form to twist around her. With a burst of strength and speed, he barreled into her side, knocking her to the ground. In a flash, he was on top of her. Using his greater bulk, he pinned her to the ground. She went berserk, thrashing underneath him, snapping at him. Somehow—not easy around her snarling jaws and trying not to actually harm her—Marrok managed to get her neck between his teeth. He applied just enough pressure to get through and force her to stillness, her sides heaving.
“Don’t make me do this,” he shoved the though as hard as he could, hoping to get through.
It took forever. Tala had to be fighting her animal from inside, but the rage that could overcome a wolf shifter had taken hold, making it near impossible to shift back. Finally, the tell-tale shimmering hovered around her form, blurring her in his vision this close up.
Once she was human enough, Marrok released her and backed off, making the change himself.
Breathing hard, they stared at each other.
“What the hell was that, Tala?”
Her pale face reminded him of the moon—cold, remote, and unreachable. “I don’t know. She took over completely. I could hear you and see what was happening, but I couldn’t…” She shook her head. “I mean, she’s been standoffish about you lately, but why would my wolf want to attack her mate?”