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  The Wolf Pack

  By: Lilly Wilder

  Table of Contents

  Foreward

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  Two Is Greater Than One

  But Falling For Two Dragon Shifters Might Cause Greater Terror Than Pleasure

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  Fire In Their Hearts

  I thought he was just an asshole! Turns out he’s a dragon that wants me bad. But I have my eyes on another dragon. I can have him… but he needs me to breed for his clan!

  Her Dragon Protectors

  How can anyone fall for a dragon? But behind the monster side of the dragon there’s also a man. This is the story of how I fell in love with a dragon.

  Double Dragon

  Exploring Dragon Island was going to be my biggest adventure yet. There I met Jesse and Peter. These twins had rock hard bodies and a secret. A bigger secret than any other secret the island would reveal.

  Claimed By The Dragons

  I’ve slept with dragons and they are 100% real. But they’re dangerous. How can I run away from a couple of guys who just rocked my world? It’s not easy especially when you find yourself carrying their baby.

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  These three arrogant wolf-shifter pricks are looking for a mate… to share

  When their eyes pierce through mine I know exactly what they desire.

  Me. They all want to claim me…. at the same time.

  They've taken me deep in the woods and I have no idea where I am.

  This feels like something straight out of a nightmare.

  What are they going to do to me?

  I’m fearing the worst, but can’t stop thinking about their rock hard bodies and how wild it would be to be ride all three of them.

  They’re trying to convince me by breeding I’ll be the queen of their new clan.

  But why would they choose me?

  There’s something they’re hiding from me...

  I can hardly even take care of myself.

  How am I going to make it as their new queen?

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  What If Dragons Were Real?

  And they roamed the Earth in the form of two breathtakingly hot guys. You’d think I was crazy but I’ll tell you what, I’ve slept with them and they are 100% real – every last inch of them.

  There’s only one problem.

  They’re dangerous – the kind of men who are known to claim women and yearn for them to birth their children. Now, logically, knowing this, I should run far, far away.

  But try running away from a couple of guys who just rocked your world into next week. It’s not that easy especially when you find yourself carrying their baby.

  So, I’m left with a choice: to live among the dragons and take my chances or to rely on my cheating ex-boyfriend and his desire for revenge.

  But is it really a choice at all? Tell me, what would you do if you knew dragons were real?

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  I Thought He Was Just An Asshole – A Sexy Asshole

  Turns out he’s a dragon.

  And there are hundreds of them living in the woods, hidden away from human society.

  They’re split into two clans: the Aetos and the Ragnis.

  And I’m the key to total warfare between them.

  Why?

  Because someone wants me, and he can’t have me.

  Did I happen to mention that this is the same asshole I vowed to hate for the rest of my life?

  Yeah, it’s complicated. Real complicated.

  To make matters worse, there was another guy thrown into the mix.

  He’s cute and funny – everything a girl could ever want.

  But to have him, I have to have them both.

  No way.

  I’m not falling for that asshole.

  Let the consequences be as they may.

  Lyle Stokes will never be anything less than my enemy.

  You can bank on it.

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  Sometimes An Old Friend Can Be More Than Just A Friend

  I returned from the war with scars that run deeper than my flesh.

  Tormented by memories of the past I wonder if I’ll ever be able to become the man I used to be, or if I’m always destined to be this shell that returned from the foreign country, broken and battered and defeated.

  There seems to be little hope for improvement until I receive a surprising call from my old best friend, Clint.

  We lost touch a while ago as life took its hold on us, but as we reconnect, I start to remember why he was such a good friend.

  He’s the only one who can get me to talk about my emotions, and as I open up to him, I start to feel something else.

  Something unfamiliar…something a little scary, but very exciting.

  Maybe, just maybe, we can save each other.

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  Carol Has Never Been Able To Keep A Single Man... But Maybe She Can Keep Two Men

  Carol Burton had always been unlucky in love and she had no idea what she was doing wrong. She may not have been for everyone, but surely there was somebody out there that wanted her for who she was and not what they wanted her to be.

  Carol thought that her options were limited, but her friend Tammy put her on to a speed dating night. The pickings are slim until she meets Jesse Peters and his twin brother Jacob. She thinks that it’s a joke that they are here together and the looks that they have received have not been kind. They have tattoos, long hair and beards to match their...

  Foreward

  I’ve always known I was different and somehow I gravitated to the dark side of my personality. I felt boys my own age were insecure and immature. They would say and do anything to get some. The full moon had me craving the great outdoors. It was never lost on me how my father and mother would stop talking when I entered a room. There was a secret and I felt it was in bad taste to leave me in the dark. They weren’t blood but I still thought of them as my family. Having one green eye and one blue certainly did make me stand out from the crowd. I lived in this tiny bubble but I suspected that there was something bigger in my future. I had no idea it was going to revolve around wolf shifters and my destiny to mate with not just one but three of them. It wasn’t going to be easy to choose. There was no running away. Why was this happening to me
? What made me so special and why did other packs feel it was necessary to neutralize me?

  The Wolf Pack

  Chapter One

  I could feel my lungs burning and the fire running through my body was exhilarating. The full moon had been calling to me from the moment I was old enough to understand the compulsion. There was no ignoring the call of the wild and how it would seem to whisper my name in the wind.

  I was born during a tragedy, in a storm, where I stood in a puddle of my parent’s blood. Being in therapy was something my new adopted parents had insisted on. They didn’t need to know how that one moment had shaped my life. I was only three years old at the time and I could vividly recall every single detail down to the smell of the blood in the air. I saw them lying lifeless with vacant eyes staring up at me. I didn’t cry but I was unresponsive when they found me, completely in this catatonic state.

  My therapist was a good listener and she encouraged me to uncover my past. There was a wall inside me, cracking with the pressure but it had remained intact. Something was telling me there was a good reason why my memory was blocked. It was the main catalyst for my studies to revolve around psychology in university. I was in my last year and I was ready to put up my private shingle to pay off my considerable tuition in the thousands.

  I was always timid around strangers, never one to make a good first impression. It wasn’t like I was afraid of my shadow but it seemed pointless to make any lasting connections. The night was my friend and when people were nestled tight in their beds, I was running, with adrenaline racing through my veins during the hunt. There was an inner voice, something teaching me through dreams how to become the predator and not the prey. I was nobody’s victim and could become the worst nightmare of those weaker species.

  I jumped over the fallen tree, landing quietly with my body relaxed and calm despite the inclement weather. The wind had picked up and the rain was falling, obscuring my vision. Adapting to the environment was something I was good at. My reflexes were honed into a razor’s edge. I refrained from getting into fights at school, resorting to diplomacy with words instead of actions, unless absolutely necessary.

  Being out in nature stripped me down to the bare essence and being naked felt perfectly natural to me. The curves of my body, at 5’4” and 125 pounds, with breasts quite large for my frame, didn’t hinder me. They did bring about certain unwanted attention, however. I knew all about sex but none of those little boys were going to touch me. I gave off this aura to keep them at an arm’s length. I had no interest in fending off their advances during my formative years.

  I stopped and breathed deeply, taking a slow breath in through my nose and out through my mouth, with a count of six between each one. My studies in yoga and meditation gave me a clear mind. It was very hard for anybody to get under my skin when I normally chose to turn the other cheek. It was only when innocent victims were being hassled that I would intervene on their behalf. A good right cross could back down the strongest man.

  I strung the bow with one of my homemade arrows finding my target and shooting with efficiency to hear that whistle of appreciation in the air. It was a double-edged sword. Killing came naturally to me but I was reluctant to share this piece of crucial information with my parents. Hunting made me feel alive, no longer feeling like somebody looking in from the outside.

  I quietly observed the rabbit struggling for its last breath. It was always a guilty thrill to see the life drain from its eyes. I was not some dainty flower in desperate need of a man to complete me. Being a student of human nature gave me an insight nobody else had. I understood the intricacies of the human mind and how to perceive a threat even when they were smiling.

  It had been a long night and the moon overwhelmed me until I was exhausted, barely able to lift a finger.

  There was a sensation of somebody watching me but there was nobody there to the naked eye. This was a weekly occurrence and I couldn’t seem to escape it. I could be sleeping soundly, comfortable in my bed, when I would bolt straight up with my whole body covered in a sheen of sweat from my neck all the way down to my toes.

  I lie there now, looking at the stars and staring at the moon. Astronomy was my pastime and I learned all about the Greek gods in school. It was an interesting subject and I went above and beyond to learn more. It led me to supernatural superstitions and those things that went bump in the night. For some reason, I was particularly interested in learning more about werewolves. They were truly fascinating creatures with folklore spanning back centuries.

  This was my time to enjoy the serenity and solitude of nature. The real world was noisy and complicated. My senses were highly attuned to everything around me including the slightest noise of a branch snapping. The cool breeze tickled my skin and I was starting to get my second wind. The warm rain ran over my body and I turned my head skyward to feel it come down on my face.

  The first time I went exploring behind my house was met with a full course press of people looking for me. The search party found me safe and sound not the least bit concerned for my safety. The animals kept their distance and only ventured closer when I became more comfortable in my skin.

  My platinum blond hair was cut short and people mistook me for being a lesbian. I didn’t correct them and felt it was shortsighted of them to label me. I usually put my head down trying to stay off their radar. My grades could’ve been better but I really didn’t apply myself, knowing deep down there was something waiting for me in the distance.

  I made my way back to the old farmhouse on the outskirts of town. The animals were put to bed and I was the first in the morning to do my chores at the crack of dawn. My window was open and I easily shimmied up the drainpipe with the balance of an alley cat. My parents were no longer concerned and they couldn’t stop me from awakening in the middle of the night.

  The room was tastefully decorated with pictures of wildlife instead of teenage idols. I was on my hands and knees. I made it back to me and pulled the sheets over my head to drown out the rest of the world. I barely had my eyes closed when it happened again.

  “Alyssa, It’s time you learn the truth. You must have known there was something different about you. The age of maturity comes when you turn 21 in two days. A decision is going to have to be made but don’t be fooled by those pretending to be your friends. I will be your guide and that little voice of persuasion on your shoulder. I’ve been watching and waiting for this day. Don’t try to find me. I will find you when the time is right.” I listened and tried to determine where the voice was coming from but it became obvious it was in my head.

  This one was Callan. The other two were Wesley and Crosby.

  I was afraid I was losing my mind, with those voices talking to me when I least expected it. They were almost familiar and I was no longer questioning my sanity. I knew the voices were real and not some imaginary manifestation of my pain.

  My mother and father would stop talking when I entered a room. They looked at me in fear for their lives but I could never understand why. I didn’t consider myself a threat but there was something they knew which had caused this emotional distance between us. It could’ve been how I didn’t seem to socialize and retreated to my bedroom with my nose in a book.

  “There’s something about your voice that seems almost soothing. My past has always been a mystery. I’ve been told stories about where I came from but none of them really rang true. I know I’m different than everybody else and there’s no shortage of people telling me so. Why should I trust you and the other two when you won’t even do me the courtesy of showing your faces after all these years?” I felt this localized sensation and his voice conveyed a raw sexuality, exciting a certain part of my anatomy.

  “It’s not time for me to reveal myself. There are forces at work behind the scenes which you should become aware of. Friends can’t be trusted. There’s not much more I can say until the awakening. Don’t be afraid of the unknown. You’ve already begun to put the pieces toge
ther without being aware of it. Others will see you as a threat. We will do everything in our power to keep you safe but you have all the tools in your possession to protect yourself.” It was a bunch of riddles and I felt like he was trying to tell me something without coming out and saying it.

  I went to the window to feel the cold glass against my fingertips. There was more than one shadow. They seemed to be stretching across the lawn from within the trees afraid to come out into the moonlight.

  There was a crack of thunder and a streak of lightning lit up the backyard like the 4th of July. The window panes shuddered in protest and there was a fleeting image of something moving. In the blink of an eye, it came through the window, shattering the glass in its wake. I fell back on the floor and scrambled back until I was up against the wall with no place to go. Shards of glass were buried in my palms and I could feel small slivers in other parts of my body.

  There was darkness and a looming presence until the snarling jaws of a white wolf, similar to the depictions on my wall, was stalking me.