Tomorrow at midnight, the moon will cast its spell, turning me, Blaze Lunarhowl, into a fierce werewolf. But that's not the only twist of fate awaiting me. Twelve Alpha werewolves, strong and untamed, are about to plunge into the Alpha Tournament, a savage battle to claim my heart and earn the right to wed me.
As the clock ticks down, the anticipation hangs thick in the air, mixing with the scent of pine and the primal energy of impending change. The tournament, a brutal dance of dominance, will unfold under the watchful gaze of the moon, its silver light illuminating the battleground.
Each Alpha is driven by desire and the instinct to conquer. The stakes are high; victory means more than a union; it signifies the merging of packs and the destiny of a bloodline.
My own heart races, torn between the legacy I'll embrace and the love I yearn for. The forest echoes with the howls of anticipation, a symphony of power and passion. Tomorrow, the Alpha Tournament begins, a whirlwind of fur, fangs, and the unspoken bonds that tie us all to the ancient dance of the moonlit night.
"You're playing a dangerous game, my darling. Don't speak of giving yourself to me if you can't back it up." he said lowly, a smirk still on his face. He was incredibly sexy. His deep voice, his handsome face, and his godly body. He made me quiver.
"I'll give you a month. I want to mate you on the next full moon." he told me.
"What if I'm not ready by then?" I asked, sounding more worried than I'd wanted to.
"I'm pretty sure you will be. The mate bond is strong. And besides, we can do... other things... until then." he smirked.
I'd quite like to do "other things"...
HR: #1 in fantasy romance & #1 in dominance