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CHAPTER ONE

    Curtis had set up a room for me at his sprawling estate. I’d panicked at first — after all, who goes from just meeting someone to living at their manor in a week’s time? The more I got to know Curtis, however, the more I realized that he was a wolf through and through. He protected and cared for his pack, and that meant that he kept them under his roof. He protected and kept them from harm. As he explained, I was part of his pack as soon as he had fucked me, maybe even before them.
    After we made love the first time, he’d taken me and held me in my arms, telling me that he wanted me to stay, telling me that he never wanted me to leave.
    “You’re mine,” he’d growled on that very night. He looked into my eyes with his own, eyes that flickered yellow and betrayed his inhuman side — the side of him that belonged to the wolf. I was filled up with his seed already, and the scent of his body was heady and intoxicating. He smelled of earth and evergreen trees, like something of the forest. He’d kissed me roughly then, and I knew that he was right. I was already his.
    “You live here from now on,” he whispered to me as he playfully bit my neck and parted my legs with his powerful hand, forcing me to spread for him. I’d just nodded, even though the panic had risen through me like the crest of a wave. Curtis’s command was far more powerful than my human wants or needs. My panic washed away as quickly as it rose, and I submitted to him, letting him enter me again and fill me with his essence.
    “You’re so tight, my sweet,” he said as he plunged deep inside of me. I gave myself over to the pleasure of being commanded, and the pleasure of being truly his.
    He’d had the room prepared for me the next day, and there was little I could do but obey him. He was the alpha of his pack, and he had become my alpha too. Whatever magic resided in him had taken root in me when he took my body for his plaything. The room was quaint and rustic, a microcosm of the beautiful lodges where his pack worked and lived. The walls were lined with reclaimed cedar, and he’d had antique wooden furniture brought in for me. The windows looked out onto his sprawling property, which was verdant with life. Often, I’d wake up early in the morning to hear the howling of wolves, and if I was lucky, I’d catch a glimpse of one of the pack members, coming back from its hunt. These wolves were sleeker and more beautiful than any other animal I’d seen in my life, with their tall, slender bodies and flashing yellow eyes. I sometimes even saw Curtis in wolf form, walking his grounds in the misty morning air. The first time I’d seen him from my window, I was shocked to find him opening my door thirty minutes later, naked and disheveled — and already hard for me. I came to learn that day that he was filled with desire after each hunt, and that he needed to come to his mate after he’d killed his prey and feasted in the moonlight.
    I admit, I had been scared that first time. Curtis, wild with desire, had taken me and ripped my clothes off, bending me over the bed entering me before I could even speak. He plunged his thick, hard cock deep inside of me, grabbing onto my hips and slamming into me as he growled, guttural and inhuman. I’d moaned with desire, even though his inner wolf had shaken me to my core. He always hit the very deepest place in my soul, making my body ache with passion and longing. He kept pounding, thrusting hard and not letting up for a moment until he shot his thick, hot seed deep inside. Sensing that I had not received my own pleasure, he had pulled away and flipped me over, immediately burying his face between my legs, licking his cum from my delicate folds and gently sucking on my clit until I came against him with a force I’d never imagined possible. The climax reverberated to the outer reaches of my body, centering on the white hot pleasure Curtis created as he sucked and nuzzled against my