Property of The Wolf Pack

My Grandmother had made a mistake when she was young, one that led me into the ownership of the wolf pack. The tale of little red riding hood could not be more far off then what you might have been told as a kid, and now because of my grandmother's, aka Little Red Riding Hoods, mistake I would now serve the wolf pack as... Whatever they decide I should be.

Alpha Blake had meant to send her off the moment she had stepped onto his pack lands, the deal his grandfather had made with the girls grandmother was barbaric, and the wolves wanted to be known for more than enslaving an eighteen year old girl, yet as his eyes land on her and the mating heat began to stir in his loins, he knew he had to keep the fiery haired, curvy little spit mouth, even it if meant tying her up occasionally.

What will happen between the dark haired, bright eyes alpha with a heat in his eyes that could melt titanium, and the fiery little spit mouth? Guess you'll find out