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                                            Chapter One 



     Bruno     Tangaree     pushed    low-hanging      tree branches     out   of  his  way.   The   cliffs 



weren’t too far away, and the salty wet smell of the Mediterranean hung heavily in the 



air.   Moist   air   clung   to   his   skin,   dampening  his   shirt.   He   moved   silently   through   the 



trees, more concerned with whom he’d find than the nearby ocean. 



     Taking control of the pack hadn’t been  easy. Werewolves understood domination 



ruled.   The   strong   prevailed.   Their   pack   leader   was   old,   beyond   his   prime.   No   one 



challenged his call to replace him. But Bruno wasn’t pack leader yet. He would be in 



hours though—at midnight. 



     There   was   a   simple   matter   to   take   care  of   before   challenging   the   old   alpha.   The 



werewolves   of   Malta   were   headed   in   a   new  direction,   a   direction   the   old   werewolf 



who’d lazily kept the pack together for decades couldn’t master. Bruno would lead the 



pack, and he’d do it with his bitch at his side. Now was the time to claim her. 



     He stopped right before the clearing, camouflaged by the thick foliage surrounding 



him.    Thick   damp     grass  covered    the  open    area  before   the   cliffs.  Just  as  he’d  been 



promised, Renee Guarta stood at the cliff, staring toward the ocean. She’d run here to 



escape, knowing damned good and well that being out here alone was forbidden. Good 



little bitches didn’t run by themselves. It gave them a bad reputation. And a tarnished 



female had a harder time catching a good mate. 



     Not    that   Renee    would     suffer   from   that   age-old    belief  that   still  maintained 



conviction in their pack. He’d see to it. She was wild, as unpredictable as the elements, 



and she’d be his bitch. His mate. His woman. He’d made up his mind. There was no 



other who possessed the grace, the intelligence, the willfulness to take on the unknown 



like Renee. Those were the qualities needed to be queen bitch. 



     Her reasons for running here were valid. Pack gossip washed over the town faster 



than a tidal wave. And he didn’t blame her a bit for escaping to this private paradise to 



clear her thoughts. 


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     Renee had her back to him, her long black hair falling to her ass and lifting slightly 



when the breeze kicked up from the ocean. Her simple dress, common to most females 



in town, whether human or werewolf, blew around her legs. The light yellow pattern 



showed off the dark glow of her smooth brown skin. None of the females in the pack 



compared to how fucking hot Renee was. They didn’t even come close. 



     He sucked in the salty air, his cock hardening as he imagined stroking her soft flesh, 



feeling   her   mouth   on   him.   God,   he   needed   her   more   than   he   needed   to   breathe.   Her 



hands fisted at her side, her long slender arms waving back and forth slightly alongside 



her. He knew she was pissed, knew she’d run for a reason. Her sire wished her mated 



with one of the wealthier, older werewolves in the pack. He used her to secure his den, 



make sure he was comfortable in his old age. The werewolf didn’t give a rat’s ass about 



Renee’s comfort, or her happiness. 



     But    Bruno    cared.   Every    day   that  she   walked    this  island,   he’d   make    sure   the 



elements parted for her, bowed down to her. She would be queen. Never again would 



she    be  wronged,      used   for  her   beauty    and   grace.   Renee    deserved     happiness,     her 



intelligence and sultry beauty admired and honored. 



     “If my sire sent you, you’re wasting your time.” Renee didn’t turn around. 



     The wind blew against her and it impressed him she’d picked up his scent. Not that 



he’d   hidden   it   from   her.   Her   scent,   on  the   other   hand,   wrapped   around   him   like   an 



erotic   flower,   sweet   and   intoxicating.   Add  that   to   the   way   her   dress   clung   to   her, 



pressing   against   her   soft   curves   by   the   brisk   wind   coming   off   the   sea,   and   his   heart 



thumped harder, faster in his chest. A more carnal, raw side of him surfaced, eager and 



ready to claim what he wanted—what he would have. 



     “I’d be the last werewolf your sire would send.” 



     Renee turned quickly, brushing her hair from her face when the wind captured it. 



She held it behind her neck, staring at him. 



     “Bruno.” She whispered his name slowly. “What are you doing here?” 


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     Her   black   eyes   widened,   her   gaze   traveling   slowly   down   him   and   then   quickly 



returning to his face. Unbridled curiosity, bordering on lust, hit him hard with the next 



gust   of   air.   But   there   was   fear   too,   uncertainty.   He   wasn’t   exactly   what   most   dens 



would   consider   mating   material.   With   no  den   of   his   own,   a   rogue   werewolf,   the   old 



stick-in-the-muds in the pack wouldn’t give him the time of day. 



     He worked hard at the plant, kept a den over his head, and always had. Not once 



had   he   sought   out   the   pack   for   help.   And   when   help   was   needed,   he   was   there,   as 



would      be  any   decent    werewolf.     It  was  his  lineage    that  didn’t   impress.    There    was 



nothing   he   could   do   about   that.   His   line   would start with him, with Renee. Together 



they would create a den that would go down in history—he felt it—he sensed it. 



     “I’m here because you are,” he answered honestly, taking his time in narrowing the 



distance between them. 



     The   late   afternoon   sun   hit   his   arms   and  shoulders,   adding   to   the   warmth   that 



already     simmered      inside   him.   The    brightness    shimmered       in  her  hair.   A  rosy   hue 



covered her caramel colored skin, brightening her cheeks while she studied him. 



     “Who betrayed me?” she asked. 



     He   smiled,   respecting   the   werewolves   in  their   pack   loyal   enough   to   provide   him 



with information. Catching Renee before her sire shipped her off to some overweight 



werewolf to drool over mattered more than anything. Enough of the pack stood behind 



him. Renee’s whereabouts had been easy enough to learn. 



     “There was no betrayal.” He moved in closer, inhaling her scent. 



     “Bruno, we’re friends,” she whispered. 



     “Yes.” 



     “But I swear if you try anything, I’ll kick your ass.” 



     He chuckled, loving how her eyes widened, and then her tongue darted over her 



lips   as   he   cleared   the   distance   between   them.   He   lifted   a   strand   of   hair,   brushing   his 



knuckles over the swell of her breast. She hissed, sucking in a quick breath. 


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     “Tell you what, you may kick my ass if I try, and don’t succeed.” 



     Her lips formed a thin line and she slapped his hand away from hers. “Listen here, 



wolf man, your cocky attitude will get you in trouble.” 



     “No   one   will   get   in   trouble   here,”   he   assured   her,   grabbing   her   hair   again   and 



twisting it around his fist. “You have my word.” 



     The   wind   lashed   around   them.   Her   hair   flew   around   her   face,   while   her   dress 



twisted   around   her   legs.   Her   nipples   hardened   and   he   got   a   wonderful   view   of   her 



small ripe breasts pressed against the material of her dress when the breeze from the 



sea   lifted   her   hair   and   blew   it   behind   her.   Even   as   the   wind’s   direction   changed,   her 



scent    remained      wrapped      around     him,   clogging     his  senses,    filling  him    with   hard 



pounding need. 



     She   grabbed   his   wrist,   her   touch   burning   his   skin.   “Let   go   of   my   hair,”   she   said 



under her breath, fire burning in her gaze. 



     “I’m not letting go of any of you,” he hissed. Her defiance did a number on him, 



bringing out the better half of him, calling forward his more carnal side. 



     “You don’t have any of me.” She was angry, or at least that’s what she wanted him 



to see. 



     Not many werewolves mastered controlling their scents, and at such a young age. 



In   fact,   most   reeked   of   their   own   self-confidence,   something   Bruno   found   incredibly 



annoying. At a young age he’d taken on the elements, worked with the wind and the 



earth to hide his scent and keep others in the pack from knowing his intentions. The 



drawback was that many in the pack now didn’t trust him. No werewolf trusted what 



he couldn’t smell. But enough knew he’d make them strong, powerful, a pack all would 



fear and respect. And they would be rewarded. 



     Renee had the gift too. She managed to conceal her scent out of desperation, to keep 



her   den   from   smelling   her   misery.   But   it   lingered   in   her   eyes,   in   the   way   she   carried 



herself. Instead of despising her, since she was a young unclaimed bitch, it simply made 



a lot of the pack leery of her. Her sire worried she wouldn’t mate, so took matters into 


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his   own   paws.   Bruno   burned   inside   with  outrage   and   disgust   when   he   learned   the 



amount her sire had paid to ensure her a mate. 



     His anger fueled his trek up the mountain in search of Renee. In daylight, changing 



and bounding up here in his fur would be a bit too dangerous. Their pack dominated 



the small seaside town, but there were humans here too. Humans who didn’t want to 



be reminded how thick the coast was with werewolves. Renee wouldn’t be in her fur. 



And he’d found her as he anticipated, tormented and hiding from the destiny her sire 



laid out for her. 



     Bruno had other plans for her—for them. 



     “At the moment, no one has you.” He looked down at her small fingers wrapped 



around   his   fist.   Her   fingers   didn’t   meet   at  either   end.   And   she   hadn’t   let   go.   “That’s 



about to change.” 



     “I’m not mating with that ancient werewolf.” She did release him then, turning and 



tugging on her hair just above where he had a grip on it. 



     He   let   it   slide   through   his   fingers,   the   soft   silky   texture   adding   to   the   need   that 



burned inside him. 



     “No. You’re not.” 



     She turned from him and he grabbed her, wrapping his arm around her and pulling 



her   against   him.   Her   soft   round   ass   pressed   into   his   cock.   Need   for   her   fought   his 



rational   thought,   tearing   into   his   human   resistance.   When   she   would   have   struggled 



against him, he reached around her, grabbing her chin and turning her head far enough 



so that she looked up at him. 



     “You will be my mate,” he told her simply. 



     She swallowed, her neck moving under his fingers. He stroked the soft flesh, feeling 



her   heart   beat   rapidly   against   his   fingertips.   A   rich   sultry   smell,   strong   and   sweet, 



floated around them. Almost like fresh flowers, cleansed after a spring storm, it grew 



stronger     as  he  stared   into   her  dark   eyes.  The    rich  scent   of  lust,  sexual   desire   and 



yearning      filled  his  nostrils.  His   muscles    grew,    everything     inside   him   hardening     in 


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reaction to her sweet intoxicating smell that he guessed she didn’t fight to hide. That or 



he’d caught her off guard enough that she was too surprised to control her reaction to 



him. 



     “My   sire   would   never   approve   my   mating with   you.   You   are   a   den   of   one.”   She 



didn’t look away, her lips barely moving as she spoke. “Not to mention what the pack 



leader would say. You’re not exactly top alpha.” 



     “That’s   about   to   change.”   He   wouldn’t   add   that   only   the   old   werewolves   didn’t 



have a clue what went on under their noses. Those too slow to run with the pack any 



longer, yet still led it. “By midnight I’ll be pack leader, and you shall be my queen.” 



     She    stiffened   and   then  suddenly     fought   him    in  his  arms,   twisting   and   finally 



punching him in the chest until he let her go. Her teeth pressed against her full lips, the 



only indication of her outrage. 



     “You think I give a rat’s ass about being queen bitch? You’re no better than the rest, 



Bruno   Tangaree.   I’m   a   fool   to   think   that   you   were.”   She   stormed   away   from   him, 



heading toward the trees. “I don’t need to be impressed by rank and prestige. Is it too 



much to ask to be loved?” 



     He lunged after her. She cried out, trying to break into a run, but he pounced on 



her. The two of them fell to the ground and she let out a very unladylike howl. 



     “I’m not offering you prestige, Renee. Our task won’t be an easy one.” 



     Her smaller body stretched out underneath him. He rolled to the side, pulling her 



up against him so that  he cradled her in his arms. The rich smell of dirt rose around 



them. Earth at her purest state, hard and unyielding, yet able to provide and care for all 



who lived on her. Just as they would lead their pack. The elements guiding them, and 



them guiding the elements. 



     “And believe me,” he added, his voice gravelly as he fought the change she brought 



out in him when her hot little body pressed against his. “You have my heart already.” 



     “You’re trying to buy my love by offering to give me rank if I mate with you,” she 



accused. Again she’d hidden her feelings, stuffed them deep enough inside her that he 


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couldn’t   smell   them.   Her   hand   slid   up   his   chest,   reaching   his   collarbone.   Her   fingers 



stroked   his   bare   skin   above   his   shirt,   gently   touching   him.   The   fire   it   created   was 



anything   but   gentle   though.   “Like   what   you   have   to   offer   alone   isn’t   enough,”   she 



added quietly. “I wouldn’t mind if you had no rank.” 



     He combed his fingers through her hair, tangling them in her black locks and then 



tugging   so   that   her   head   fell   back.   She   didn’t   fight   him,   not   that   she   could   in   the 



position he had her. 



     “We possess a gift, Renee. You know it as well as I do. This pack is old, stale. Its 



stench     is  annoying.     The    werewolves       of Malta     will  grow     strong    again   under     our 



leadership. You and I will call forth the elements and make all of Malta aware of how 



we are stronger, better than any other werewolf on this planet.” 



     “I don’t have any gifts.” She shook her head as her lie filled the air between them 



with     its  foul  smell.   She   wrinkled     her   nose,   but   pressed    her   lips  together,    silently 



challenging him to call out her untruth. 



     Bruno wouldn’t argue with her. For too long he’d watched her, seen how she made 



the wind stop blowing when he’d hoped for a peak up her dress, noticed when flames 



jumped   in   the   large   fireplace   in   Freddie’s  locanda  when   she   walked   past   it.   Her   gifts 



burned inside her, alive and aching to be drawn forth, educated and trained. 



     Not only were her gifts almost as strong as his, her beauty made every other bitch 



in the pack look plain. None of them grabbed his attention, made him hard. Renee was 



drop-dead, fucking gorgeous. More than once he’d walked past her, inhaled her lustful 



curiosity when he caught her eye. 



     He   much   preferred   the   sweet   smell   of   lust  on   her   than   that   of   a   lie.   Stroking   her 



cheek, he brushed his lips against hers then deepened the kiss. She opened to him, her 



lips parting and her tongue meeting his. She tasted like chocolate, rich and creamy. Yet 



smelled like lavender, her shampoo, soap, creams she might apply to her soft silky skin 



attempting       to  cover   up   her  natural    scent.  Yet   they   failed.   Her  lust,   her  craving    to 



explore,   her   desire   to   be   taken,   surrounded   him.   It   was   a   rich   sweet   smell,   thick   and 


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intoxicating. He dove deeper into her mouth, impaling her with his tongue, while he 



grew drunk on her scent. 



     Damn. He swore she’d be hesitant, unsure. He saw how she watched him during 



pack     runs.  He’d    caught    her   sideway     glances   at  pack    meetings.    But   her   den   was 



protective, overly so. Renee never had a moment alone, until today, until all hell was 



about to break loose. The fever he’d been sure ran through her, burst forth with more 



energy than he’d anticipated. His cock flamed to life, hardening instantly and throbbing 



between them. 



     Renee would love it rough, hard and fast. Her quick submission let him know he 



could take her to places that would make her howl until she screamed. He’d work with 



her, educate her, make her his very own. She craved it, begged for it. 



     He   grabbed   her   head,   tilting   it   back   while   tangling   his   fingers   in   her   thick   black 



hair.   His   tongue   swirled   around   hers.   He   explored,   took   what   she   offered,   while   he 



craved more. So much more. 



     All worries of what might happen today faded with that one kiss. The only thing 



that   mattered   now   was   being   inside   her,   fucking   Renee,   making   her   his   forever.   She 



would see this was the right choice. That he was the werewolf for her. If he had to keep 



her up on this cliff until the challenge, he’d  do just that. Whatever it took to convince 



her that life for both of them would be better if she ran by his side. 



     His   cock   throbbed   violently.   Every   inch   of   him   hardened   fiercely.   She   tasted   so 



fucking   hot.   Smelled   so   damned   perfect.   Every   dream   he’d   had.   Every   fantasy   he’d 



jacked off to. Nothing compared to how she felt in his arms, returning his kiss, with her 



lust and the smell of her sex fogging the air around them. 



     “Bruno,” she cried out, breaking the kiss and panting so hard, for a moment he saw 



the change consume her. 


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                                            Chapter Two 



     Renee     gazed   into   Bruno    Tangaree’s    dark   brooding     stare.  Every    time   she  was 



anywhere near him he gave her the chills. And not in a bad way. Those dark eyes. His 



thick straight black hair that was longer than most werewolves in the pack wore it. His 



dominating, silent presence always unnerved her. 



     Bruno never tried to impress the other werewolves. He didn’t join in on pack fights, 



trying   to   impress   the   surrounding   bitches   with   brawn   and   no   brain.   The   silent   one, 



strong and dominating, standing to the side, he commanded the attention of everyone 



around him simply by entering the room. Every unmated bitch in the pack drooled over 



him. And Renee was no exception. But he was the werewolf she’d never have. The one 



she’d always dream about but would never be close to. Her den saw to it. If she even 



got close enough to inhale his deadly arousing scent, her sire or mother had grabbed a 



hold   of   her,   leading   her   away   quickly.   As   if   being   too   close   to   him   would   somehow 



endanger her innocence. If they only knew how desperately she ached for him to do just 



that. 



     And   it   wasn’t   fair.   She   ran   with   the   pack,   had   been   allowed   a   small   amount   of 



freedom to enjoy time alone with other werewolves and bitches her own age. Hell, she 



was twenty years old, hardly a cub. There had been a romp or two in the cliffs with a 



willing   werewolf.   Like   any   of   them   would  tell   her   no.   But   somehow,   no   matter   how 



discreet she tried to be, whenever Bruno was around, someone in her den, or a close 



relative, managed to shoo her away from him. 



     How many times had she fantasized about what it would be like to be with him? 



Run with him. Lay her kill at his feet. 



     She knew it would never happen. Bruno had no den. His sire and mother had died 



when   he   was   a   teenager   during one of the raids with the humans. He worked in the 



tobacco factory. She’d known him since high school, and she and the other females her 



age often whispered about him when he drove by on his motorcycle. A powerful alpha, 


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he didn’t run with the other werewolves. At least not that she’d heard. Any of the runs 



she’d been allowed to join, he’d never been present. No one knew him that well. But his 



incredible good looks, the way he seemed to stalk anyone he approached—every bitch 



in the pack wondered what it would be like to be sought out by Bruno Tangaree. But he 



was the rogue werewolf, someone all of them knew they could never be seen with. With 



no den, no history with the pack, her parents would have put a leash on her if she’d 



ever   even   mentioned   his   name   to   them.  Bruno   was   a   werewolf   to   fantasize   about. 



Larger than most, strong with a deadly stare, he frightened and had her coming in her 



panties at the same time. 



     Yet here she was. In his arms. On the ground. His scent smothering her. And that 



kiss. That kiss almost dragged her soul right out of her body. His lips were so soft yet 



his actions so demanding. Her heart thudded in her throat. Hell, he’d thrown her to the 



ground   and   kissed   her   so   aggressively,   for   a   moment   she   thought   the   change   would 



take over. 



     Remembering his words about her gifts sobered her enough to regain control of her 



senses.   “We   shouldn’t   be   doing   this,”   she   whispered,   barely   able   to   make   her   voice 



work. 



     “We’re going to be doing a lot of this.” He stroked his rough finger down her cheek 



and then outlined her collarbone, stretching his fingers around her neck, tightening his 



grip, and then relaxing it. 



     Her nipples hardened painfully, while her breasts swelled. He was so aggressive, 



but    then   gentle,   as  if  silently  showing     her  he   would    have    what    he  wanted,     but 



encouraging her to want it too. 



     What she wouldn’t do to experience his mouth on her nipples, sucking, nibbling. 



Her   pussy   swelled   and   got   so   wet   there   was   no   way   she   could   hide   the   scent.   Every 



inch of his hard body pressed against her. And his cock—hard as stone and pressing 



against her hip. She dared to stroke his arm. Muscle harder than steel brought forth her 



more     carnal   side.   Her   heart   beat   faster,  pumping      blood    through     her  veins   at  a 


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dangerous speed. Tiny hairs rose to attention on the back of her neck, down her arms, 



and her back. If she put on a bit of muscle, showed that she was strong too, she could 



take him on. Something told her fighting him would simply make him fuck her faster. It 



would   get   him   so   wound   up   he’d   devour  her,   being   rougher   than   he   was   now.   Just 



thinking   about   how   wild   she   could   make   him   had   cream   soaking   her   pussy.   God. 



Rough   and   out   of   control   sex   with   Bruno  Tangaree.   The   smell   of   raw   untamed   lust 



soaked the air between them. Fire burned her cheeks and neck. But it was too late. He 



knew she ached to have him. 



     His hand moved to her breast. She almost came when he stretched his palm over 



her, pushing slightly and then squeezing the soft flesh. 



     “You make it sound like you’re mating with me.” 



     “I just told you that I was.” He pulled her closer, lifting her back off the ground so 



that suddenly her head was buried in that rock hard chest. 



     Having   sex   bonded   werewolves   for   life,   or   so   tradition   said.   These   days   many   of 



her generation defied that law, fucking secretly under a full moon. But never so that any 



of the elders in the pack would know. One-night stands—something to take the edge 



off.   And   although   she’d   tried   it,   Renee   didn’t   run   with   the   wilder   werewolves   that 



often. 



     Solid muscles pushed into her face. Her  heart thudded so hard she couldn’t hear 



anything   else.   Her   sense   of   smell   went   on  overdrive   though.   Every   breath   filled   her 



with masculine domination, hard and raw and untamed. She shivered against his touch 



yet fire burned inside her. 



     Too much domination. He caressed her breast, squeezing it through her dress. His 



other hand moved down her back. It took a minute to realize he’d just unzipped it. 



     Oh God. He was undressing her. Out here. Alone. And good little bitches didn’t run 



alone.   Right   now,   right   here,   was   exactly  the   reason   why   they   didn’t.   Horny   rogue 



werewolves   would   chase   them   down   and   have   their   way   with   them.   This   was   not 


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something   she   made   a   practice   of   doing.   She’d   been   pissed,   angry   with   her   sire,   and 



escaping the pack and their ridiculous laws and traditions for just a minute. 



     Bruno had found her. And he wanted to fuck. He claimed he wanted to mate, but 



maybe he just said that to get her to consent. 



     Not that she was fighting him. 



     And she should. Somehow she needed control. The way he touched her, seduced 



her, told her he’d make her his bitch. 



     Wait. His bitch. Did she want this? 



     One thing she did want—more than anything—was to experience Bruno Tangaree. 



Maybe he did a wonderful job of growling in a bitch’s ear just to get a piece of tail. If so, 



she’d probably prove the easiest bitch he’d ever taken on. But to know what it was like 



to be fucked by him, to have that hard cock impaling her, even if it were just this once, 



damn, it would make life so much easier to have this memory to enjoy. 



     She sucked in a breath, turning her head too late to avoid filling her insides with his 



all male scent. He was like a drug, taking over her senses. And she’d spent twenty years 



of her life learning how to control and keep her senses from being detected. 



     And   with   that   training,   she’d   learned   how   to   read   other   werewolves   better   too. 



Bruno   said   they   shared   the   gift.   Right  now,   she   swore   she   smelled   every   emotion 



running inside him. His need, his raw lust, the hard ache that pumped with the steady 



beat of his heart, and more. With every breath, Bruno smelled of lust and compassion. 



     Maybe she was a foolish bitch. Or maybe she read him right. But God, she believed 



him. He wanted her as his mate. 



     With a quick fluid movement, he grabbed her dress at her shoulders and pulled it 



down.   It   trapped   her   arms,   pinning   them   to  her   side,   while   exposing   her   breasts   for 



him.    Her    bra  did   nothing    to  keep    her  from    suddenly     feeling   very   exposed     and 



vulnerable. 


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     Two     feelings   she  absolutely    detested.  Somehow        she  needed    more    control.   She 



needed assurance what she smelled was right. 



     “You’re   making   all   these   decisions   without   asking   me?”   She   squeezed   her   eyes 



shut. 



     She controlled where she ran. No werewolf had her by a leash—not now, not ever. 



     “Renee,” Bruno whispered, almost growled. 



     He   moved   quickly,   faster   than   she’d   anticipated.   With   fluid   movement,   as   if   he 



were already changed, he pushed her to the ground. She hit hard earth and all air flew 



from her lungs. Instantly he was on top of her. She couldn’t fight him. Hell, she could 



barely move. The way he said her name put her entire body on edge. 



     His hands stroked her shoulders, moving her bra straps down her arms. “Look at 



me.” 



     She opened her eyes, and met his gaze. Bruno always struck her as intense. Quiet 



and in control, the other werewolves respected him even though he’d never challenged 



any of them. He didn’t have to. There was a powerful presence that swarmed around 



him.   Thick-chested   and   well   built,   in   human   form   or   as   a   werewolf,   he   demanded 



respect without having to request it. 



     But the way he devoured her with his gaze, and crept deep into her inner thoughts 



as she drowned in his dark eyes, stole her breath. She inhaled quickly, knowing if she 



didn’t fight him she’d go belly up and spread her legs without a thought to the world. 



     He   didn’t   look   away   from   her   face   when   he   slid   her   bra   below   her   breasts.   He 



cupped   her   bare   flesh   in   his   hands,   tugging  just   enough   to   send   jolts   of   electricity 



straight to her pussy. She pressed her legs together, feeling pressure build inside her. 



     “I won’t be put on a leash,” she said, speaking her thoughts, which was something 



she never did. 



     For some reason her words made him smile. “Do you need a leash?” 


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     “No.” Trying to carry on a conversation when he caressed her breast and twisted 



her nipple between his fingers was the hardest thing she’d ever done in her life. 



     No.   Mastering   the   elements   was   the   hardest.   If   she   focused,   she’d   regain   control 



here. It had to be. Nothing was stronger than the elements. 



     The ground. Blessed earth underneath her, pressing hard against her back. And air, 



at   the   moment   saturated   with   the   mixed   smell   of   their   growing   lust,   carried   by   the 



breeze from the sea. Water lapped against the rocks at the bottom of the cliff not too far 



from them. And fire, burning inside her like flames that coursed out of control. 



     “You won’t make decisions without my consent,” she managed to say. Damn, her 



voice was gravelly. 



     “Am I doing something you don’t want me to do?” he asked, his breath torturing 



her flesh. 



     He lowered his head, running his tongue over the sensitive part of her neck. A low 



growl rumbled inside him and he moved down her, until he scraped his teeth over her 



nipple. 



     She arched into him, every inch of her going stiff while her body cried for release. 



He didn’t play fair. But damn if she could stop him. Hell. She didn’t want him to stop. 



For   years   she’d   imagined   being   with   Bruno,   taking   on   the   quiet   alpha   whom   no   one 



dared to challenge. 



     Now   for   some   reason   she   ached   to   challenge   him.   He’d   made   a   decision,   chosen 



her. And announced he planned on fighting for position of pack leader. If he wanted it, 



Bruno would gain that position. Their pack leader was an old werewolf. Time was right 



for   new   blood   to   take   over.   Suddenly   she  was   chosen   to   run   alongside   the   werewolf 



who would draw that blood. 



     “You know what I mean,” she said, practically panting. “And you aren’t allowing 



me to think clearly,” she added quickly. 



     Being queen bitch meant a lot of responsibility. There were tasks, things expected of 



her. At the moment she couldn’t think of what one of them might be. Hell, she barely 


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remembered her name. He threw a lot at her feet, and expected her to pick it up and run 



alongside him. She needed time to think. Damn it. Fighting off his skilled seduction so 



she could fathom a thought sure as hell didn’t appeal to her at the moment. 



     He     raised   himself    off  her,   his  hard-packed       body    suddenly     not   touching     her 



everywhere. His black hair looked a bit more ruffled than it had a minute before. His 



more carnal side, the other half that made both of them whole, ached to come forward. 



     Bruno pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground next to him. She got 



one hell of an eyeful of thick, black, curly chest hair spreading over muscles that rippled 



everywhere.       It  wasn’t   the  first  time   she’d  seen    this  much    of  him.   The   entire   pack 



stripped   down   together   when   they   went   on   runs.   But   never   this   close.   Only   at   a   far 



distance, with pack members moving between them, blocking her view. Now he was 



right here, all for her, every inch of him. 



     God. Could she control a werewolf like him? 



     The thought of it spurred new fire to life. Life would never be dull. Going after her 



kill,   racing   up   the   cliffs   by   his   side,   prancing   alongside   him   under   a   full   moon—life 



would be fucking great! 



     Her mouth went dry while her heart raced in her chest. Blood pumped through her 



veins too quickly. She about drowned in the smell of her own lust. 



     “Never lose control of your thoughts.” He grabbed her dress at her waist and lifted 



her ass off the ground when he pulled on it, yanking it down her legs and then flinging 



it   to   the   side   with   his   shirt.   “I   know   you   can   do   it.   You   have   the   gift.   Just   like   I   do. 



Which is why you’re destined to be my mate. I’ve seen you do it. You were ready to do 



it when I showed up here on the cliff.” 



     If her heart pounded any harder inside her chest it would explode. He grabbed her 



underwear, almost ripping the small amount of material from her body when he pulled 



them down her legs and then lifted her legs until her panties were on the ground next 



to   the   rest   of   their   clothes.   He   reached  for   her   bra,   wrapping   his   fingers   around   the 



material     between     her  breasts,   his   fist  pressing   against    her  over-worked       heart.  She 


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clasped her hand over his, holding his hand to her chest, and keeping the one tiny bit of 



material on her body. Like it did a bit of good. She was naked underneath him. 



     “What are you talking about?” There was no way he could know. 



     No one knew. Not a damned soul. She’d stood at the edge of the cliff, her private 



sanctuary   until   today,   and   had   cleared   her  mind,   allowing   her   thoughts   to   leave   her 



body. It was the most invigorating experience, and something she could get away with 



even   during   the   day.   When   changing   into her pure form, taking on her animal form, 



tearing across the island and running through the wild wasn’t an option, leaving her 



body and soaring over the sea uplifted her, allowed her to think more clearly. 



     Bruno had interrupted her chance to flee from the torment her sire had laid out for 



her. 



     “You   are   fucking   beautiful,”   he   whispered,  not   answering   her   question.   His   cock 



pressed against his jeans, his shaft long and creating a hard thick line up to his belt. 



     She licked her lips and almost told him he was the most beautiful werewolf she’d 



ever seen too. That would sound ridiculous though. Beautiful hardly described Bruno. 



Impressive, deadly, manipulative. And breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking. 



     “You’re not…” she panted, “answering my question.” 



     With   one   quick   hard   tug   he    ripped   her  bra   from   her   body.   The   material   tore, 



scratching over her skin. She jerked from the abrupt action, a shriek escaping her. When 



he pulled it from her, it lifted her body from the ground momentarily. She fell against 



the grass with a thud. 



     “Oh shit,” she cried out, his sudden roughness turning her on more than she ever 



imagined something like that would. 



     Her   pussy   throbbed,   a   dull,   hard   beat   that   swelled   through   her   insides.   Hot   and 



wet, the sweet smell of her sex clung to her. Her breasts swelled, craving his attention. 



She   needed   him   touching   her,   filling   her,  relieving   the   pressure   that   was   about   to 



fucking explode inside her. 


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     “That’s because you know what I’m talking about,” he growled, and reached for his 



belt. 



     She   struggled   to   breathe,   her   pussy   swollen   and   absolutely   soaked.   She   watched 



him remove his belt, and then unzip his fly. No way could she move. Every inch of her 



pulsed,     the  change     aching    to  come    forward.    Her    muscles    twitched,    while    blood 



pumped too quickly through her veins. He stood, slowly taking off his pants. 



     She   should   do   something   other   than   simply  gawk   at   him.   He   stripped,   revealing 



perfection as he slid his jeans down his hard, muscular legs. Her fingers itched to touch 



him. There was a small hairline scar above one knee, and another on his right hip. What 



she wouldn’t do to stroke his hard flesh, feel his coarse body hair under her fingertips. 



     Renee pushed herself to her elbows, unable to get up before he was on her again— 



this time completely naked. 



     “Don’t   assume   anything   about   my   thoughts,”   she   told   him,   fighting   to   sound   in 



control. “What do you think I was going to do at the cliff?” 



     He positioned his legs between hers, running his hands under her thighs and lifting 



her while he adjusted them so that his cock throbbed against her soaked pussy. 



     “You were going to leave your body,” he whispered, and then slowly began kissing 



her. “And once we share our bodies, my little bitch, I’ll show you how we can share our 



minds.” 



     He nipped at her lower lip, sending so many sensations crushing through her that 



she    couldn’t   focus   on   his  words.    She  opened     her  mouth,    ready    to  cry  out   but  he 



impaled   her   with   his   tongue.   His   hand   moved   down   her   side,   squeezing   her   hip.   He 



braced himself with his arm, keeping most of his weight off her and giving her enough 



room that she could rub herself against his hard muscle. The coarse hair on his chest 



tickled her breasts, making them swell with need that matched the intense craving in 



her pussy. 


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     She    wrapped     her  legs   around    him,   offering   herself  to  him.   His   shaft  brushed 



against the entrance to her heat. Her pussy was burning hot and wet, soaking both of 



them. 



     Renee   turned   her   head   to   the   side,   gasping   for   air.   His   hard   body   over   her,   the 



sweet   smell   of   lust,   and   his   unique   scent,  a   mixture   of   confidence   and   domination, 



overpowered her. 



     “Bruno, please.” She’d never begged a werewolf for a damn thing. Not once. 



     His cock pushed against the entrance of her pussy. “You’re mine, Renee,” he hissed, 



thrusting hard and fast inside her. 



     “Holy fucking shit,” she screamed, knowing damn good and well none of the few 



werewolves she’d been with in her life had ever been this big. 



     And not one of them claimed to be mating with her when they’d fucked. 



     She’d argue of the meaning of their actions later. Right now, it was all she could do 



to breathe. He thrust that cock of his clear up to her belly button. Her blood boiled, the 



ringing    in  her   ears  stealing   her  ability  to think.    Her   senses   heightened,     her  teeth 



growing enough to prick her lip as she arched into him, allowing him to go deeper. 



     She   was   out   of   her   fucking   mind.   If   she   were   sane,   she’d   stop   him.   But   damn. 



Nothing had ever felt so good in her entire life. 



     Bruno thrust again, not hesitating to take what she offered. He fucked her hard and 



fast, pushing her over the edge too quickly. When she knew she’d explode, he pushed 



his arms underneath her, scooping her up, and pushed himself to his knees. 



     Not only did he manage to stay inside her, suddenly she straddled his thick thighs, 



her legs stretched out on either side of him. He grabbed her hair, holding her face close 



to his, and impaled her so that she almost choked. 



     “Fuck me, Renee. Fuck me while I fuck you.” 



     “Damn you,” she complained, on the edge of coming but having been robbed of her 



moment. 


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     And   now   he   wanted   her   to   move,   to   think   enough   to   fuck   him.   Damn   him   for 



suddenly offering her control. Something she wanted. And he gave it to her. Except her 



mind was fogged over with lust. 



     He   grinned,   sensing   her   frustration.   “Prove   we’re   equals   and   fuck   me   as   I   fuck 



you.” 



     She    couldn’t    look   away     from    him.   Not  only    because     he   had   her   face  pinned, 



holding on to her hair, but she lost herself in his dark penetrating gaze. Once or twice in 



her   life,   she’d   experienced   more   than   the   scent   from   another   werewolf’s   emotions. 



Something allowed her to go deeper, feeling what they felt. Usually it happened when 



her   own   feelings   were   heightened.   Staring   into  Bruno’s   almost   black   eyes   with   silver 



streaks,   like   lightning,   showing   her   his   more  carnal   side,   she   reached   past   the   strong 



wall of domination that he had built around himself. 



     Slowly she managed to get her leg muscles to cooperate and she lifted herself off his 



cock.   Before   he   was   out   of   her,   she   sank  on   to   him   again.   As   she   fucked   him,   his 



concern, his fear that he’d be able to pull off leading the pack, and his heartfelt yearning 



to have her by his side while he did it, filled her mind. She’d moved into his head. 



     Holy   fucking   shit!   She   read   his   mind,   their   thoughts   mingling   together   as   their 



bodies joined. 



     As she shared her body with him, he shared his mind with her. He needed her, was 



convinced without any doubt that what needed to be done could only be done if they 



ran together. He’d kill for her, protect her, and would love her. 



     God.   She   saw   it   all   in   a   flash,   dumped  into   her   head.   She   picked   up   the   pace, 



ignoring the burning in her thighs as she rode his cock. He moved his hands from her 



hair, stroking her back, holding her to him while she glided her pussy over his cock. 



     When the pressure burned out of control inside her, it flared to an exploding point 



in him. Renee knew that exact moment, as a tidal wave of pent-up need erupted inside, 



that she took him with her. He held her in a death grip, throwing his head back and 



growling as he filled her with his come. 


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     They   collapsed   on   the   ground,   both   of   them   breathing   too   hard   to   speak.   Which 



was fine with her. She didn’t have words for what they’d just shared. And she wasn’t 



sure she was ready to hear his explanation. 


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                                           Chapter Three 



     “Bruno!” Bernard Tangaree yelled from his bike as he zigzagged through the trees. 



     His motorcycle rumbled over the rough ground, the smell of oil burning suddenly 



filling the air. 



     “Oh   God.   Oh   shit!”   Renee  struggled   underneath   him,   panic   taking   over   as   she 



scrambled for her clothes. 



     “It’s okay.” He grabbed her dress for her, shaking it out before handing it to her. 



Her look was wild when she stared at him wide-eyed. He blocked her with his body 



and turned toward his cousin who approached quickly. “Wait there,” he yelled. 



     “I’ve   got   to   go.   If   I’m   discovered,”   Renee   muttered,   struggling   as   she   pulled   her 



dress over her head. 



     Her slender body stretched before him briefly before the soft yellow material of her 



dress glided over it. She pulled it over her head and then lifted her long hair, letting it 



stream over her shoulders and down her back. The glow on her face was as beautiful as 



the smell of their sex. 



     He pulled his jeans on, holding her gaze as he did so. “You are protected with me. 



Do you understand that?” 



     “You were serious?” She frowned at him, and at the same time her smell faded. She 



fought   to   block   her   feelings   from   him.   “You want to mate with me? Bruno, we don’t 



know each other that well.” 



     He didn’t bother with his shirt. This was a hell of a lot more important. Cupping 



her   face,   he   stretched   his   fingers   through   her   hair.   God.   Just   holding   her   like   this 



warmed his insides. More than just great sex, knowing how linked they would be, that 



she was his other half, would make her the perfect mate. 



     He stared deeply into her eyes and used his mind. You have the gift, Renee. 


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     She blinked, and the salty smell of nervousness swarmed around them. What is this? 



Now you’re in my mind? 



     “When were you in my mind?” This surprised him. 



     She was more powerful than he’d imagined. Yet she hadn’t worked with her gift, 



hadn’t   fine-tuned   it.   This   would   take   time,   and   he’d   guide   her   through   mastering   it. 



Together,   they   would   make   each   other   even   stronger.   No   werewolf   in   Malta   would 



surpass what they’d possess together. 



     A slow smile crossed her face and she backed away from him, glancing beyond him 



to   where   Bernard’s   motorcycle   idled.   She  wasn’t   going   to   answer   him.   They   would 



work   on   trust,   it   was   imperative   that   it existed   between   them.  Not   to   mention,   he 



wondered   what   she’d   found   in   his   mind.   More   than   likely   she   learned   he   wasn’t   as 



confident as he wanted her to believe. Damn. He’d have to fight for her after fighting 



for position as pack leader. None of this would be easy. 



     “Having a gift, as you call it, doesn’t mean we’re compatible as mates.” She didn’t 



look at him, but stared past him toward Bernard. 



     Bruno     took   her   arm,   pulling    her  to  him   until   he  had   her   attention.   Her   hand 



brushed over his chest, her fingers spreading over his thumping heart. 



     “You’ve watched me for years, and I’ve looked out for you since you were a pup. 



Are you turning down my offer to mate?” He had to know. 



     A   mixture   of   scents   hit   him,   none   of   them   strong   enough   to   label.   She   licked   her 



lips, searching his face. “I’m not sure the offer is sincere.” 



     Something       stabbed     his  heart   with   piercing    accuracy.    He    stared   down     at  her. 



Bernard   revved   his   motor   behind   him,   letting   him   know   he   grew   impatient.   Bruno 



ignored him. This was more important. He reached into Renee’s mind, searching for the 



hesitation she claimed existed. 



     His thoughts mingled with hers. God, she was warm. Creeping into her mind was 



like   finding    a  sanctuary    that   was   hot   and   sensual.   She   wrapped      around     his  soul, 



embracing him with steamy, sultry need. He almost forgot why he was in there. 


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     Not once had he explored a mind so open, so content and relaxed. There was no 



manipulation, no intention of deceiving anyone. Renee detested trickery. She wouldn’t 



run with scoundrels. She was young, just now   twenty,   and   she   wasn’t sure what she 



wanted to do with her life. But she did know she wouldn’t waste it mated to some old 



werewolf who would parade her around on a leash like a souvenir. 



     Suddenly      she   pushed     him    away,    a  wall  shutting     him   out   of  her   mind.    She 



straightened her dress and long strands of silky black hair fell over her face. 



     She brushed them over her shoulder, her dark eyes growing black as she looked up 



at him. “And I’ll know it’s sincere when you speak your mind and quit trying to probe 



mine.” 



     “It’s   sincere.”   He   grabbed   her   wrist,   pulling   her   hand   from   her   hair.   “And   that’s 



fucking amazing that you feel me inside you.” 



     She blushed, her cheeks taking on that rosy hue that contrasted so beautifully with 



her dark skin. God, she was sexy as hell—breathtaking. 



     “I   still   feel   you   inside   me,”   she   whispered,  and   then   looked   down   at   the   ground 



quickly. 



     As   if   deciding   being   shy   didn’t   appeal  to   her,   she   lifted   her   head,   straightening. 



Standing   a   few   inches   shorter   than   him,   she   almost   met  him   eye   to   eye.   Something 



spicy, like anger, filled the air between them. 



     “Your friend is waiting for you.” Her tone turned serious, guarded. 



     He wouldn’t have her holding back from him. Not now. 



     “Yes.    He   is.”  He   looked    over   his   shoulder    at  Bernard,    who    leaned    over   his 



handlebars, watching them. “He’s here to tell me where the challenge will be.” 



     “You’re really going to challenge Alberto?” She looked at him in disbelief. 



     Her support was imperative, along with her trust. 



     “You doubt me,” he said. 



     She hesitated. “No. I think you’d be an excellent pack leader.” 


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     That surprised him, and pleased him. Pleased the hell out of him. 



     He   grabbed   her   hair,   needing   to   taste   her.   He   wanted   her   on   his   lips,   her   scent 



filling his nostrils when he entered the field where he’d fight the older werewolf who’d 



led their pack for most of his life—until one of them died. 



     She   almost   squealed,   her   emotions   suddenly   flooding   him,   when   he   took   her   off 



guard   and   slammed   her   body   against   his.   Holding   her   head,   he   tilted   it   back   and 



nipped   at   her   lower   lip   then   ran   his   tongue   over   her   teeth.   She   submitted   to   him, 



collapsing   against   him.   She   ran   her   fingers   over   his   shoulders   and   he   thought   he’d 



explode again right there, holding her. 



     Their     tongues     swirled     around     each    other,    exploring,     probing.     He   loved     her 



hesitation that mixed with determination to be strong. He’d seen these qualities in her 



before, but they came forward when she’d run from her sire, refusing the mating he’d 



planned for her. Some day, after the ordeal of securing his title as leader of their pack 



was over, he’d ask her if her refusal had anything to do with him. The curious looks 



she’d given him over the years had branded her image in his brain. He’d prayed she 



longed for him as much as he’d ached for her. 



     He   ran   his   hands   down   her   hair,   over   her   shoulders,   and   then   down   her   arms. 



Grabbing   her   waist,   he   pushed   her   from        him   as   quickly   as   he’d   grabbed   her.   She 



panted, her teeth longer than they’d been a minute ago. She was one hot little bitch. 



     And      she   wanted      him.    He    knew     that.  Her    hesitation     stemmed       from    doubts 



regarding his sincerity. His words weren’t good enough for her. She needed actions. 



     “Stay here while I go talk to him,” he told her. 



     She   simply   nodded,   taking   slow   breaths.  He’d   give   her   that   moment   to   calm   the 



beast    that   ached    to  surface    inside   her.  Without      her   bra,  her   small   breasts    pressed 



eagerly     against    her    dress,   her   nipples    harder     than   stone.    He    let  his  gaze    drop, 



devouring them before turning from her and heading toward Bernard. 



     “Taken a mate?” Bernard asked quietly, leaning his head to see past Bruno. 


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     Bruno   growled,   grabbing   his   cousin’s   attention.   “What   do   you   have   to   tell   me?” 



Unmated   werewolves   would   chase   after   the   single   bitches   in   their   pack   until   a   claim 



was announced. 



     Bernard snapped to attention, Bruno’s silent warning to quit staring enough for the 



other   werewolf   to   show   respect.   “The   challenge   is   at   midnight,   just   like   you   asked. 



Alberto wasn’t too happy.” Bernard chuckled, his breath smelling like onions and beer. 



“He   agrees   to   the   location,   the isolated meadow just south   of   town.   Word   is   running 



thick through the pack.” 



     “I’m   sure.”   Bruno   wouldn’t   mourn   the   werewolf   until   he   was   dead.   Then   he’d 



personally see to it that the previous pack leader had a glorious funeral. 



     It was their way. 



     “Setting fire to the pack grapevine doesn’t take a lot of effort. Most dens are in favor 



of   your   leadership.     They   speak    of  new    strength   and   aggression     that  will   make    us 



stronger.” 



     Which was exactly what he wanted them talking about. 



     “Word   should   reach   everyone   by   nightfall.”   Bruno   wanted   the   entire   pack   there. 



They had to be. Once he killed Alberto, the  entire pack would belly up to him, or be 



killed too. “After I’ve gained rank as leader, I’ll announce my mating to Renee.” 



     “You’ve made a good choice.” Bernard leaned a bit to look at Renee again, but this 



time his expression remained chaste. 



     Bruno   wouldn’t   tell   Bernard   how   perfect       of   a   match   it   was.   No   one   knew   his 



strengths. For now, it would stay that way. In time, he’d teach others his gift. It would 



make the werewolves of Malta the strongest and most powerful in the world. The small 



island of Malta would be seen with new reverence. 



     “We’ll meet you at Freddie’s locanda at eleven thirty,” Bruno told him. 



     Bernard      nodded.      “Sounds     good,   fratello .  See   you    then.”    He   revved     up   his 



motorcycle then turned it around and headed back down the mountain toward town. 


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     Bruno   turned,   and   froze   as   he   stared   at   Renee.   She’d   walked   away   from   them, 



respecting their privacy. At the distance she’d been, if she’d been quiet, she could have 



overheard their conversation. Werewolves had heightened senses even in their human 



form. But she hadn’t tried eavesdropping. Instead she’d walked back toward the cliff. 



     Renee wasn’t a snoop. She didn’t itch to get her nose in other werewolves’ business. 



Soon she would learn that his affairs were hers too. She honored his privacy. That in 



itself was a level of trust he respected. There would be no secrets. They would always 



run together. But he gained even more respect for her seeing that she made no effort to 



learn first hand what he’d share with her as soon as he could. 



     He drank in her beauty. As he had when he’d first seen her. Black silky hair lifted 



with the breeze and blew along her back. It almost reached her ass, but not quite. Which 



was   a   damn   good   thing   because   that   ass   of   hers   was   breathtaking.   Her   pale   yellow 



dress hugged the slight curve of her hips, showing off the soft roundness that he’d love 



to slide his cock into. Just thinking about bending her over, her hair falling over her face 



and shoulders, while her soft ass was on perfect display for him, was enough to send all 



blood rushing to his cock. 



     The    change     hardened     every   inch   of his   body.    For   a  moment,     movement       was 



impossible.   He   clenched   his   teeth   together,   feeling   them   grow   against   his   lips.   His 



vision grew more acute, and the leaves rustling in the trees around him made his ears 



ring. He fought the sensation that gripped him. The more carnal, more primitive side of 



him cried to come forward. Fuck her in her fur and she’d be his for life. Some traditions 



held strong and true no matter how modern the pack became. And those traditions ran 



thick    in  his  veins.  Some     would    call  it  old  fashioned.    But   the  ancient    laws   of  the 



werewolves remained intact for good reason. 



     Pack law and tradition were what had her running up here to the cliff in the first 



place.   He   wouldn’t   do   anything   to   force   her   into   mating   with   him.   Bruno   knew   he 



didn’t have to. Even though he’d tried searching her mind for proof of her desire for 



him, he hadn’t found it. But he knew—somehow he knew—even without the gift. 


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     His   legs   were   stiff   when   he   walked   through   the   trees   toward   her.   Renee   wanted 



him as much as he wanted her. Possibly the ways of packs made it a bit tougher to date, 



get to know a bitch before mating with her for life. Even if his head remained curious, 



the pain in his heart wouldn’t throb this strong for a bitch who wanted nothing to do 



with him. 



     “Soon I will head into town.” He needed to make a presence in the pack. Word was 



out. Werewolves would sniff for trouble—it was the way of their kind. He’d be there to 



help build strength, make sure they knew they’d have a strong new leader. 



     Renee     nodded,     not   turning    around.    She   still  kept  the  wall   around     her   mind, 



shielding   her   thoughts   from   him.   But   her  scent   wrapped   around   him,   adding   to   the 



throbbing   in   his   cock.   He   inhaled   deeply,   her   rich   sexuality,   the   creamy   scent   of   her 



skin, the mixture of soap and shampoo and lotions that mixed to create her own special 



smell. But there was something else—fear, no—anger. 



     He grasped her shoulder and turned her around. That’s when he realized she shook 



with rage. She slapped his arm off her shoulder. 



     “You come to me, seduce me, offer me what I’ve always fantasized about, and then 



announce you are going to challenge our pack leader.” She barely whispered, her body 



shaking more with fury with every word. “It’s a fight to the death, Bruno. How dare 



you!” 



     He’d offered her what she’d always fantasized about? The wall of worry that had 



grown   hard   and   rough   inside   him   shattered   quickly,   almost   making   him   dizzy.   He 



grabbed   her   hand   that   had   just   slapped   him,   holding   it   between   them.   He   squeezed 



when she tried to pull free. 



     “There are always dangers in life,” he told her, pinning her gaze. She’d hear him, 



and stand by his side. It had to be like this, or their mating would never hold. “I will not 



die   in   this   challenge.   We’ll   be   triumphant   and   the   werewolves   of   Malta   will   grow 



strong and gain respect with me as their leader.” 


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     “So now you see the future too?” She quit trying to pull her hand free. “Bruno, I 



understand that you wish to lead the pack. You’ve made that clear. I guess it’s sinking 



in now. You’ve offered me what I’ve always dreamed about—having you. The thought 



of that dream being yanked away if you don’t survive the challenge…” 



     Her   anger   faded   to   fear.   Fear   for   him.   He’d   given   himself   to   her.   And   as   he’d 



thought, she’d wanted him. Now she worried she’d lose him. She breathed heavily, her 



lips   parting,   full   and   dark   like   her   caramel   skin.   Long   lashes   fluttered   over   her   black 



eyes,    and   he  sensed    the   change    growing     inside   her   as  she   fought    to  keep   strong 



emotions from taking over. 



     Her   pain.   Her   newly   accepted   love   for   him   shattered   the   wall   of   resistance   she’d 



put   up   around   her.   It   tumbled   to   pieces,   exposing   so   many   emotions   to   him   that   he 



almost teetered from their power. She wanted him. She’d howl for him. She’d lay her 



kill before him. And now she feared losing him. 



     “I see you and me making this pack strong enough that new respect will be given to 



Malta. You need to see that too, Renee.” He yanked on her arm so that she stumbled 



forward, her free hand bracing her against his chest. Her feelings let off powerful scents, 



aromas   she   was   too   upset   to   conceal   from   him.  He   lifted   her   chin,   letting   his   fingers 



glide down her slender neck. “My queen bitch will be strong, a leader to her pack. Have 



no fear that I’ll lose. That won’t happen. I will not die tonight. You and I will mate, we’ll 



run together, we will hunt together, and be strong together. Tell me that’s what you see 



too.” 



     She slowly licked her lips, her gaze hooded. She wouldn’t look at him. He held her 



tightly, making it impossible for her to move. They wouldn’t leave this spot until she 



knew in her heart that they returned to their pack mated, and ready to take on all the 



challenges they would create. 



     “I came here to figure out how to handle my sire. With that in my head, you dare to 



throw a bone at me that might be larger than I can chew.” 



     “I have a feeling you could handle any bone I give you.” He had no doubts. 


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     She   sucked   in   a   breath,   her   anger   fading  but   her   fear   still   lingering   in   the   air.   “I 



don’t want you to die,” she whispered. 



     “Then the feelings I’ve suspected you held for me are real.” 



     She did look up at him then. Slowly, her hand moved up his shoulder. Her touch 



was like fire, erupting inside him. And the way she stared at him, hungry yet worried, 



stirred the more primal side of him to life. He let go of her wrist and moved his hands 



over her hair, holding her head so that she wouldn’t look away. He could drown in that 



sultry look of hers. God. He swore his little bitch was ready to fuck again. If only there 



were time to fuck her right now. He’d seal their fate so that all doubts disappeared. 



     She nibbled her lower lip, focusing on his chest. “Mating is for life. Just because a 



fantasy exists doesn’t mean it will grow into love that will last a lifetime.” 



     “Yet    you    were    ready    to  attack   with   tooth    and   claw    at  the  thought     of  me 



endangering my life.” 



     She    didn’t   answer    right   away.   He   brushed     his  lips  over   her  forehead,    simply 



wanting   to   taste   her.   Filling   his   lungs   with  her   scent   would   give   him   the   strength   he 



needed     to  win   this  challenge.    He’d   known     he   needed    to  mate   with   her   before   he 



attacked   for   position   of   pack   leader.   Now   he  saw   why.   In   spite   of   her   claiming   to   be 



unsure, she was the strongest bitch he’d ever known. Willing to take on her own sire, 



unafraid when Bruno had taken her on alone on the cliff, Renee possessed power that 



matched his. No other werewolf would do for either of them. And with that knowledge 



in his head, he’d be triumphant, knowing that together they could have anything they 



wanted. 



     She lifted her face, offering her mouth, which he greedily accepted. Nipping at her 



lip, he then ran his tongue over the spot he’d just bitten. She gasped, relaxing against 



him, submitting to him. 



     “Go do what you must do,” she whispered into his mouth. 



     He ran his hands down her back and gripped her ass. Shoving his hard cock against 



her soft belly, he growled. His body screamed that what he must do right now was fuck 


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her again. But he needed to walk among his pack right now, assure them that their new 



leader was strong and not hiding. 



    “You will be by my side.” His voice was gravelly and his teeth pricked his gums 



when he tried speaking. 



    “Yes,” she said. 


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                                            Chapter Four 



     Renee   followed   Bruno   into   Freddie’s      locanda.   She   almost   drooled   staring   at   his 



broad     shoulders,    the   casual   way    he   sauntered     into   the  locally   owned     werewolf 



establishment. Muscles rippled in his back under his shirt. His thick black hair fell past 



his collar. Buns of steel would distract any bitch who saw him, and with a quick glance 



around the locanda, more than one of them turned when he strolled past tables, as if he 



owned   the   place.   Silent   and   in   control,   moving   like   a   predator   claiming   his   pack,   he 



commanded the attention of every werewolf there. 



     She met the gazes of nearby females, fighting a rumble in her throat to claim her 



territory, let them know he wasn’t available. She glanced at the clock hanging behind 



the   bar—less   than   an   hour   until   midnight  and   the   time   when   her   life   would   change 



forever.   Little   bolts   of   electricity   shot   off   inside   her.   Her   palms   got   too   wet   and   she 



rubbed them down her dress as she stared after Bruno. They would do this. Together 



they would make her pack stronger and more powerful. The nerves didn’t go away, but 



a chill of excitement tightened her muscles. 



     “Renee, get over here.” One of her pack mates she’d grown up with, Maria, hollered 



from her bar stool at the counter. 



     Maria’s mother, a widowed bitch who looked about the same age as Maria, turned 



and let her gaze travel down Bruno. He turned, just as a couple of werewolves walked 



toward him, ignored them, and grabbed Renee’s neck. 



     “Remember who you belong to,” he whispered in her face, and then pulled her to 



him for a hot, quick, possessive kiss. 



     It   almost   threw   her   off   balance.   Curiosity   and   lust   clogged   the   air   as   every   pack 



member, she swore—every last one of them—turned and paid heed to the aggressive, 



dominating act. He released her while his dark brooding gaze undressed her in front of 



everyone.      She  blushed     as  her  nipples    hardened,     her  pussy    swelling    with   need   so 



quickly a soul would have to be on the edge of death not to smell it. Growling at him, it 


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was impossible to regain composure. He’d made his point to the pack. Now she would 



have to answer all the bitches’ questions. The cocky son of a bitch. Part of her wanted to 



clobber     him,   while    her  other    half  craved    grabbing     him,   returning    the   kiss,  and 



eliminating any doubt anyone had whom he belonged to. 



     He tapped her nose with his finger and then turned before she could let loose a few 



choice words as to what she thought of his openly public domination before a mating 



had even been announced. Hell. Her sire would catch word of this before the challenge 



even took place. 



     “We heard your sire agreed to a mating with old Giovanni.” Maria watched Bruno 



walk through the locanda, mingling with other werewolves. 



     Testosterone      escalated    quickly    around     the   werewolves       as  they   laughed     and 



punched each other. That, mixed with the thick smell of beer, almost made her stomach 



turn. She was still lightheaded from his aggressive kiss. 



     “And I can smell Bruno’s mark on you,” Maria’s mother, Anna, leaned forward and 



hissed, her breath smelling of whiskey. 



     “Mama,”   Maria   scolded,   but   she   grinned   when   she   met   Renee’s   gaze.   “So   tell   us 



everything.” 



     Renee   never   claimed   to   have   a   best   friend.   But   she   and   Maria   grew   up   together. 



Whelped almost at the same time, the two of them, along with other bitches their age, 



were grouped together on pack runs, and had huddled and played at the meetings. It 



was hard not to smile at her friend’s enthusiastic grin. 



     “Bruno asked me to be his mate,” she confided, it suddenly feeling a lot more real 



as she shared it with the two bitches. 



     Not to mention both of them would spread the word faster than they’d talk about 



the challenge, as soon as they walked out of the locanda. 



     “I’d   take   him   faster   than   I’d   go   for  Giovanni.”   Maria   made   a   show   of   leaning 



around   Renee   and   hummed   her   approval   as   she  stared   at   Bruno.   “Hell,   yes.   Buns   of 



steel.” 


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     “And what does your sire have to say about all of this?” Anna took the role of the 



concerned   mother,   her   gaze   dropping   down  Renee   as   if   with   a   glance   she   could   see 



everything Bruno had done to her. 



     Heat   traveled   through   Renee.   Her   body  tingled   anxiously,   the   thought   of   being 



with   him   soon,   possibly   after   the   challenge,   when   adrenaline   would   be   high   and   sex 



would be rough, made every inch of her pulse like an overworked nerve ending. Both 



women’s faces beamed. It wouldn’t be hard for either one of them to smell her sexual 



anticipation. 



     “I haven’t told him yet. Bruno says he’ll announce it once he’s pack leader.” 



     “And you’ll be queen bitch.” Maria clapped her hands together, laughing out loud. 



“There are only a few hours until the challenge. God. This is too fucking exciting.” 



     Obviously neither of the bitches doubted Bruno’s ability to take down their current 



pack leader. 



     A hush fell over the locanda when the door opened. Anger and hostility flooded the 



air   and   Renee   turned   to   see   their   pack   leader   walk   into   the   place.   He   was   a   large 



werewolf.   With   a   big   pot   belly   and   silver   hair   combed   straight   back   over   his   wide 



forehead, she’d always thought he looked like a black bear in human form. His shiny 



black skin glistened with sweat. 



     She smelled his outrage, but moved beyond the obvious emotions and read his fear. 



What he hid from the pack, she saw clearly. Glancing from him to Bruno, she thought 



Bruno   had   to   sense   what   she   did.   Alberto   had   no   confidence   in   winning.   Her   heart 



constricted when she realized he’d come to terms with his death. But he held his head 



high, a proud werewolf who’d led their pack for years. 



     He   ignored   the   bitches,   moving   across   the   length   of   the  locanda   in   several   long 



strides.   No   one   spoke   when   he   walked   right   up   to   Bruno   and   grabbed   him   by   the 



shoulder. He stood taller than Bruno by an inch or two, but where their pack leader was 



large from weight, Bruno was packed with steel muscle, in his prime, and more agile. 


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     Both of them looked very deadly as they stared at each other, aggression dripping 



thicker than syrup through the air. Renee held her breath, aching to put a leash on their 



leader, do anything to ensure Bruno would win the fight. She watched the fire in his 



eyes,   the   way   he   glared   at   their   leader,   and  knew   the   strength   of   desire   that   pulsed 



through him to take the title of pack leader. 



     Bruno was aggressive, dominating, and his silent presence demanded the attention 



of everyone around him. No matter that he didn’t shout to the pack promises of how 



life would be better—talk was cheap. Bruno would run with actions. He would move 



quickly,   pouncing   on   opportunity   with  tooth   and   claw.   Nothing   and   no   one   would 



stand in his way to make sure the werewolves of Malta were respected and honored by 



every werewolf on the planet. 



     And   she’d   run   by   his   side.   She’d   put   her  kill   at   his   feet.   They   would   mate,   and 



together they would keep honor and strength alive and strong in their pack. With their 



gifts, they would aid the pack the way no other pack leader could. She stared at the two 



werewolves.   Her   surroundings   faded.   The         emotions   of   the   werewolves   around   her 



receding. She saw their success. Staring at Bruno, her heart knew they’d be happy, be 



successful.   She   didn’t   know how   she   knew,   but   Bruno   was   right.   The   werewolves   of 



Malta would go down in history because of them. 



     She    straightened,     watching     the   werewolves      exchange      quiet   words.    Even    the 



bartenders      stopped    what    they   were   doing   and    gave    wary    heed   to  the  two    large 



werewolves who quite possibly might not wait until midnight to start the challenge. It 



wouldn’t be the first time a fight broke out in the locanda. Alpha males often didn’t get 



along. Put a bit of whiskey in them, and you were guaranteed a few broken tables and 



chairs before the night ended. 



     A glass shattered to the floor, their pack leader’s voice booming through the room. 



     “You fucking little punk! It takes more than brute strength to lead a pack.” 



     Once his roar had terrified Renee. Her heart pounded and she sniffed the air, while 



fighting through too many emotions to pin down Bruno’s. 


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     Freddy     actually    jumped     over   the  bar   counter.   “Not    in  my  locanda,”    he   yelled, 



running toward the two werewolves and jumping between them. 



     Their pack leader growled at him, looking for a moment like he’d send him flying. 



Bruno,   however,   stood   tall   and   calm—almost   too   calm.   Like   the   unnerving   calm   and 



silence before a deadly tropical storm. Muscles bulged over his entire body though. His 



clothes looked ready to split and tear from him. And his teeth bulged against his lips. 



Renee   didn’t   have   to   climb   into   his   mind   to   know   he   fought   the   change.   Hell,   her 



insides quivered with anticipation, anxious for the challenge—anxious for it to end and 



to enjoy the hot sex that would happen afterward. 



     “More than one cub will be conceived tonight,” Anna whispered from behind her. 



     Renee’s insides almost exploded as she thought how rough and demanding Bruno 



would be after the fight. She hurried to put up her mental wall, keep the bitches around 



her   from   smelling   the   lust   that   seeped   from   her   pores.   Her   pussy   swelled,   eager   and 



excited to take her werewolf in her arms, love him and fuck him until they both howled. 



     Would   he   take   her   in   the   field   after   the  challenge?   He’d   be   sweaty,   bloody,   and 



wound so tight he’d be almost violent. Or would he give the pack attention first, howl 



with the werewolves, keep her close, her body tingling in anticipation, until they were 



alone. Possible scenarios almost had her teetering with dizzy need. She gripped the side 



of the bar, relying on its real hardness to keep her thoughts at bay and stop herself from 



coming as she stood their watching him. 



                                                 * * * * * 



     It wasn’t until later that evening, when the pack began assembling outside town at 



the old ruins that marked where communal runs often started, that Renee caught sight 



of her sire. His old truck rumbled over the uneven ground, and she watched him climb 



out and her mother get out on the other side. 



     Quite   a   few   pack   members   already   lingered   in   the      dark   rocky   area.   Old   ruins 



reached for the inky black sky, as if pointing toward a place free of all the worries and 


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stress   that   surrounded   each   one   of   them.   Their   strong,   age-old   strength   seemed   to 



soothe her, and she focused on the old formation, before glancing again in the direction 



of her parents. 



     Surprisingly, her sire didn’t approach her. Instead, he exchanged a few words with 



Giovanni. Her mother stood quietly behind her mate, and glanced toward Renee. She 



wore   her   black   hair   piled   high   on   her   head  as   she   always   did.   In   simple   jeans   and   a 



sweatshirt, her mother had never been a bitch who stood out. She was quiet, reserved, 



the perfect mate. And the kind of mate her sire hoped his daughter would be. Renee 



smiled   at   her   mother,   and   the   smile   was   returned.   Warm   and   reassuring,   the   softly 



spoken bitch who’d raised her offered her silent support. That warmth filled Renee. She 



had   her   Mom’s   blessing.   Her   sire’s   would   come   in   time,   even   faster   once   Bruno   was 



pack leader. She loved the werewolf who’d raised her but knew he viewed the strength 



of a werewolf on what he had to offer. That would never change in him. 



     Cars pulled in, parking at different angles. Pack members moved around her. Renee 



heard the whispers. They tickled her ears and put butterflies in her stomach. As she’d 



guessed,   the   pack   grapevine   was   as   strong  as   ever.   Right   along   with   the   buzz   of   the 



challenge, word was out that they’d have a new queen bitch within the hour. 



     Apparently everyone had confidence in Bruno winning. 



     Large rocks stuck up from the ground. Cubs began climbing them, fighting among 



themselves. Renee ignored them, glancing over to where Bruno stood with werewolves 



surrounding them. Already he had his shirt off, the glowing moonlight accentuating the 



rippled hardness of his chest. The werewolves growled and laughed, taking potshots at 



each    other,   and    wrestling    to  the  ground.     Energy    sparked     in  the   air.  Adrenaline, 



excitement and waves of testosterone charged the area around them. It made her skin 



prickle. 



     Blood would be drawn. A life would be lost. It was the way of their world. They 



were   as   violent   as   they   were   compassionate.   Traditions   laid   out   for   them   centuries 



before would be honored tonight. Renee clasped her hands behind her back, lowering 


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her head while quietly wishing the best for the souls that would leave this Earth, and 



for the souls who would lead the pack. The wind blew around her, lifting her hair off 



her back. For a moment the earth trembled under her feet, not strong, and it was over so 



quickly   she   might   have   believed   it   never   happened.   But   she   knew—understood.   The 



elements were on her side—there for her—for them. For her and Bruno. 



     Without   notice,   their   pack   leader   bounded   through   the   crowd.   He   charged   into 



Bruno, screaming obscenities that were garbled due to his half changed body. 



     Renee almost jumped out of her skin. She opened her eyes, lifting her head barely in 



time to see the older werewolf lunge at Bruno. “Shit. Isn’t he supposed to wait until it 



starts?” she asked no one in particular. 



     “Pack   leader   says   when   it   starts.”   One   of   the   older   woman   who’d   washed   her 



scrapes and pulled her out of trees more than once as a cub, put her hand on Renee’s 



shoulder and pulled her back toward the rocks. 



     Renee’s   stomach   jumped   into   her   throat.  Not   fair!   What   if   Bruno   wasn’t   ready? 



She’d never thought of her pack leader as a cheat. He was an old man, but he hadn’t 



ever treated anyone unfairly. 



     Yet now he bulldozed into Bruno, knocking him off his feet. Howls tore through the 



night while werewolves scattered and the two of them rolled over the uneven ground. 



     Renee sat down on cold stone, barely noticing it chill her ass through her thin dress. 



She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs, and stared at the 



two werewolves who attacked each other ruthlessly. 



     One of them would die tonight. The challenge wouldn’t end until a neck broke. 



     Her heart forgot to beat. Chills attacked her skin so hard, rushing across her flesh 



while   she   hugged   herself.   The   smell   of   blood   filled   the   air.   Pack   members   screamed, 



jumping out of the way while the two werewolves made the change, and brutally tore 



at each other with dagger-like teeth. 



     The two werewolves were like a giant black mass, long, thick, shiny hair and white 



teeth,   bodies   rolling   on   the   ground.   Their  growls   curdled   her   blood.   They   screamed, 


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lunged   at   each   other,   two   ferocious   creatures,   large   and   deadly   as   they   attacked   and 



ripped at each other. 



     She wanted to scream at all of them to be quiet. She fought not to jump from the 



rock   and   try   to   stop   the   fight.   Bruno   didn’t   have   to   lead   the   pack.   They   would   be 



happily mated even if he weren’t leader. She’d wanted him always. He’d made it more 



than clear that he wanted her. This didn’t have to happen. 



     “No,” she whimpered, knowing no one around her heard her. “No one has to die.” 



     Everyone   watched   the   fight.   Tension   was  thick   enough   to   cut   with   a   knife.   The 



deadly brutal screams from the two alpha werewolves made her skin crawl. 



     And   then   a   silence   hushed   the   area.   A   soft  breeze   carried   the   smell   of   blood   and 



sweat through the air. 



     “What’s wrong?” Why had they stopped? 



     She’d   never   been   to   a   challenge   before.  Maybe   there   were   rounds,   or   something. 



She jumped off the rock, ready to hurry to Bruno and beg him to reconsider. He didn’t 



need to risk his life, or someone else’s, for them to be happy. 



     The   breeze   carried   something   else   to   her.  Or   maybe   it   came   of   its   own   volition. 



Satisfaction, complete and fulfilled. She didn’t smell it. She felt it. In her mind. Frozen 



where she stood, a cry on her lips that wouldn’t leave, she watched Bruno slowly take 



his human form. He straightened until he stood, and then threw his head back, his thick 



long, shiny, black hair flowing in the breeze behind him, and howled at the night sky 



over their pack leader’s dead body. 



     He   was   cold.   His   thoughts   mingled   with   hers.   Sweat   covered   his   human   flesh, 



chilling    him.   And    he   was   happy.     Happier     than   he’d   been   when     he’d   fucked    her. 



Warmth   traveled   through   her   when   something   else   hit   her.   The   silent   promise   that 



she’d be howling with that same happiness later that night. Need and desire hit her so 



hard she almost fell over. 



     Looking around quickly, she hurried toward two of the younger bitches in her pack 



who sat on a blanket in the grass. 


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     “Please. I need your blanket,” she told them. 



     She barely heard one of the older bitches snap at the young girls to honor their new 



queen bitch. Her head spun when the blanket was quickly thrust in her hands, and she 



almost stumbled over rocks as she hurried to Bruno. 



     My   queen   bitch.  His   garbled   voice   tore   into   her   thoughts.   He   hadn’t   spoken.   Her 



pussy     throbbed     and    if  he  read   anything     in  her   brain   at  all  it  would    have    been 



gobbledygook. 



     She   shook   out   the   blanket   and   wrapped  it   around   his   shoulders.   Bruno   smiled 



down at her, his hair tousled and messy. Blood and sweat trickled down his face. But 



the satisfaction, the intense domination that coursed inside him, made her straighten. 



He was her new pack leader—her mate. 



     He   gripped   the   blanket   at   his   chest,   and   wrapped   his   other   arm   around   her.   His 



body   was   hot,   damp,   his   heart   pounding   hard   enough   that   it   matched   the   throbbing 



that pulsed inside her. Slowly he moved them through the pack. Werewolves around 



them     began    howling,     showing     their   respect   and   loyalty    to  their  new    pack   leader. 



Females      lowered     their   heads,    acknowledging        her   new    rank    as  queen     bitch.  She 



shivered, her legs quivering hard enough she almost couldn’t walk. If Bruno held her a 



bit   tighter,   keeping   her   steady,   she   didn’t   notice.   His   thoughts   flooded   through   her 



mind, like a fast roaring river, bombarding her with sexual promises he’d fulfill later. 



     Every inch of you, every hole, will be claimed and completely satisfied. 



     He let that thought float in her head, her stomach twisting in knots as she ached to 



disappear   with   him   right   now,   and   at   the   same   time   thought   of   running   to   a   safer 



haven.   She   didn’t   realize   they   stood   in   front   of   her   parents   until   Bruno   paused   and 



straightened. It took a minute to make her legs work when he let go of her and shook 



her sire’s hand. 



     The pack leader didn’t ask permission from a sire to take his daughter. And damn it 



if her sire didn’t look like he beamed with pride. Renee met her mother’s gaze. Tears 



streamed down her wrinkled cheeks and she grabbed Renee, hugging her fiercely while 


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whispering   how   proud   she   was—like   Renee   had   done   all   the   work   in   achieving   this 



moment. 



     There would be time later at the official ceremony to chat with all the bitches. Bruno 



put   his   arm   around   her   again,   leading   her   toward   the   edge   of   the   clearing   where   his 



motorcycle waited among all the cars and trucks of the pack. 



     “Wait,” she whispered when she spotted an older woman at the edge of the crowd. 



     Standing alone, her hands clasped in front of her as she held her head high, Renee 



couldn’t stop the tears as she approached the only queen bitch she’d known her entire 



life. How many times had this woman been there for her? As a cub with scraped knees, 



or a young teenager, confused with too many hormones  surging through her. Juanita 



had been a pillar all the women in the pack could lean on. And she stood now, alone, 



tormented, her mate dead and her rank stripped from her. 



     Renee swallowed the lump in her throat when Juanita’s pain wrapped around her. 



But   the   tears   streamed   down   her   cheeks   nonetheless   when   she   moved   from   Bruno’s 



grasp and walked past the other pack members toward the older woman. 



     Without hesitation, Juanita opened her arms, pulling Renee into her plump arms. 



Juanita didn’t hold back her pain. Her ample body shook as emotions tore through her 



and she clung to Renee as though suddenly the older bitch was the cub. 



     “May   you   have   as   many   wonderful   years  as   I   did   before   this   happens   to   you,” 



Juanita whispered. 



     Renee knew her blessing was heartfelt and sincere. Juanita upheld the laws of the 



pack, was an example to everyone her entire life. Even in mourning, with her sudden 



widow status, she remained strong and accepting of their ways. 



     “You will be cared for and honored always,” Renee promised her. 



     Juanita nodded, letting her hands fall to her side, and then graciously lowered her 



head honoring her new queen bitch. 


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                                           Chapter Five 



     Bruno opened the door to his den. He wasn’t even sure what time it was, but the 



entire pack would sleep late the next day. They’d drunk and heard the loyalty promised 



to them from every pack member until he’d been able to sneak his mate out of Freddie’s 



locanda. His cock had raged with need all the way home. 



     Now, watching her look around his quiet  and simple home, she found it lacking. 



He sensed her reaction, knew she wondered how the two of them would make a den 



out of his small one-room quarters. 



     “A bachelor doesn’t need more than a place to crash after a hard run,” he told her, 



running his fingers over her long silky black hair. “We won’t be here long before we 



move into the home of the pack leader.” 



     She was suddenly jittery and stepped away from his touch. 



     “No.” She turned around quickly, surprising him with her sudden attentiveness. “I 



won’t have Juanita taken from her den. It’s all she’s known for forty years.” 



     “She lives in the pack leader’s den. That is how it’s always been. Whoever is pack 



leader, lives in that den.” 



     “Bruno. I don’t care. Her loss is great. I felt it. It tore through me. I won’t take her 



home along with her mate, and her rank. We can stay here until we build a new home.” 



     She was determined about this. He smelled it on her, and saw it in the hard gaze 



she gave him. He nodded, approving. Her heart was big enough to care for an entire 



pack.   And   still   she   had   enough   to   love   him   too.   They   would   honor   the   older   bitch 



who’d always been kind to him when the rest of the pack watched him warily. Juanita 



would     know    a  peaceful   existence   with   her  widowed      rank.  He   smiled,   seeing   how 



strong his new mate was. 



     “You will be the greatest queen bitch the werewolves of Malta have ever known.” 



     She   didn’t   say   anything   but   turned   again,   her   nervousness   quickly   replacing   her 



determination now that the matter was settled. She walked the length of his large one 


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room studio to the opened windows that looked over the quiet downtown. Living over 



one of the shops had been convenient since he’d moved into his own den. For now, it 



would work for the two of them, although there wasn’t a lot of space for her to make 



the den her own. He’d worry about her need to decorate later. Right now, he needed 



her. 



     Her   mind   spun   with   many   emotions.   He        latched   on   to   her   more   primal   ones, 



sought them out, wrapped his own lustful thoughts around hers. 



     She grabbed the end of his bedpost when she sensed him in her mind. 



     “You are mine, Renee.” 



     “I know.” She faced him slowly, her breaths slow and deep. He watched her small 



breasts stretch the material of her dress. “And you, Bruno, are mine. Our hearts are one 



now. We’ll run together for life.” 



     Werewolves   didn’t   have   marriages   like   humans   did.   Many   had   argued   over   the 



years   that   such   a   ceremony   should   take   place.   Werewolves   were   stuck   in   their   ways 



though, and change happened slowly. Bruno saw no reason to have such a lavish party 



to announce a mating. Right now was the time that mattered, where they would get to 



know   each   other,   learn   every   inch   of   each   other’s   bodies,   and   explore   each   other’s 



minds and hearts. 



     “Your clothes are here?” 



     She nodded. “My parents had them dropped off earlier.” She pointed to two boxes 



he hadn’t noticed in the corner by the door. “I have furniture too,” she offered. 



     “We’ll get all of it,” he told her, knowing her possessions mattered to her. 



     All that mattered to him was her. He grabbed her dress below her shoulders and 



pulled   hard   enough   that   the   fabric   tore.  It   ripped   down   her   body,   separating   as   he 



tugged it into two pieces. Her beautiful dark skin glowed underneath the fabric. 



     “Oh shit,” she cried out, falling toward him as he ripped the dress clean off her. 


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    She fell into him when he continued pulling until she stood before him in panties. 



There wasn’t a more beautiful sight on the entire island of Malta. 



    He pulled her hair from her face, grabbing all of it until he held it ponytail-style at 



the back of her neck. Tugging slightly, her head fall back, her chest rising and falling 



quickly while she gasped for breath. Her breasts were full, round, small yet so perfect. 



And her nipples, puckered and hard, pointed toward him until his mouth watered. 



    “Our minds are powerful, Renee. I will show you what they can do. Did you see 



how quickly I defeated our old pack leader?” 



    She nodded, licking her lips. 



    He hadn’t mastered everything, but focusing on his thoughts, stilling his craving for 



her, he thought about her body—its size, its shape, its gentle curves. 



    “God. Oh damn.” She struggled to grab a hold of him when her feet floated off the 



ground. 



    Bruno held her in his mind until he’d moved her over his bed. Then he released her, 



watching as she fell onto her back. 



    “How the fuck did you do that?” She struggled to move to her knees. 



    Bruno crawled onto the bed, moving over her until she was forced to fall onto her 



back again. 



    “I’ll show you sometime. And when we have the loyalty of our pack, we’ll teach 



them together. I told you the werewolves of Malta would go down in history.” 



    She stared at him, dumbfounded, and for the first time her mind seemed blank, in 



awe, too shocked to form a thought. 



    He lowered his head between her breasts and called forward the change, his more 



primal side, the beast always lingering that made him whole. Every inch of him burned 



as strength ached to take over his human form. Strength and power so deadly it would 



eat him alive. Make him whole. Controlling it took every bit of his concentration. But he 


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allowed a partial change. His teeth lengthened, tearing through his gums. He scraped 



the tips of them over her skin, smelling her, tasting her. 



     His   heart   beat   too   hard   for   his   human   body.   What   made   him   better   than   a   mere 



animal was the power, the ability to control his actions. He craved letting pure instinct 



take over, but Renee wouldn’t stand a chance against the energy that throbbed inside 



him. He ran his mouth over her flesh, feeling its softness, tasting its sweetness, and a 



growl     tore  through    him.   Unbridled     energy   tingled    inside   him   when    she   shivered 



underneath him. God. Controlling his needs, which were raw, hungry, demanding he 



take more, take it hard and fast, made his head pound as blood surged faster inside his 



veins. 



     Renee gasped for breath, grabbing the blanket on either side of her and fisting it in 



her hand. She arched into him. 



     “God, Bruno,” she cried. 



     He ran his tongue over her flesh, scraped his extended teeth against her skin. She 



shivered   underneath   him.   The   smell   of   her   sex,   her   ripe   pussy,   drowned   him   as   he 



inhaled. When he reached her panties he grabbed the material, tearing it with his teeth. 



     “You better not do this with all of my clothes,” she told him, her laugh bordering on 



nervous. 



     But she was excited. Her body tingled with it, glowed from the energy that washed 



over her. Her breaths came hard. Those small, perfect tits of hers rose and fell while her 



tummy   hardened   and   she   gazed   up   at   him.  Moist   lips,   eyes   so   round   and   dark   with 



small silver streaks lacing them showing off how aroused she was. Her long black hair 



streamed down her sides, covering her slender shoulders and shrouding her dark skin. 



What an image of fucking perfection! 



     Bruno growled, his mouth changed too much to speak. Not that he cared to have 



conversation at the moment. Her dripping wet pussy appeared before him. He tossed 



her panties off the bed then sank his thick long tongue into her hot cream. 


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     Renee   almost   jumped   off   the   bed.   She   grabbed   his   hair,   holding   his   face   to   her 



pussy while she thrust with her hips and forced his tongue deeper inside her. 



     His tongue was longer in his partially changed form. By her reaction, he guessed 



she hadn’t experienced this before. Knowing her sexual knowledge was limited pleased 



him. There were so many things he would teach her. 



     He rubbed the thickness of it over her clit, across her soaked hole, and then down to 



her   ass.   She   tossed   her   head,   her   hair   tangling   over   her   face,   while   her   orgasm   tore 



through her. She got so wet he almost came from her wonderful thick odor. She was 



hot, so fucking hot, and she was all his. 



     He’d waited so patiently for this moment, but now all that patience drained out of 



him.    If  he  didn’t   mount    her,  he’d   explode,    ruining    the  moment      for  both   of  them. 



Grabbing her hips, he flipped her over then pulled her up so that her ass faced him. 



     His cock was engorged, hard and enflamed as it throbbed heavily between his legs. 



Also   larger   in   his   current   state,   he   grabbed  it   with   his   fingers,   feeling   his   pulse   beat 



wildly in his shaft, and pressed it into her soaked cunt. 



     “Oh   my   fucking   God,”   she   screamed,   her   long   hair   gliding   over   her   back   as   she 



took him deep into her heat. 



     He couldn’t take it slow, his animal instinct to mate was too strong. Riding her hard 



and fast he held on to the soft curve of her hips, keeping her in place while he pumped 



himself faster and deeper. Her pussy muscles crashed in around him, soaking his cock, 



caressing and teasing him. 



     She wanted him, loved him. Her thoughts screamed what she could no longer put 



into words. More werewolf than human, one thing was on his mind. 



     You are mine! 



     She cried out, attempting to assure him she was, as her own mind took on a more 



primal state. 


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     He didn’t want to come yet. Every inch of her had to be claimed. Pulling out of her 



was    almost    an   impossible    task.  Her    come    soaked    his  shaft.  Thick   and    swollen,   it 



glistened with her sticky wetness as he looked down at the incredible sight before him. 



     Her   ass   was   so   perfectly   shaped.   White   come   clung   to   her   dark   flesh.   Moisture 



glistened over her pussy and her ass. He moved his cock to her smaller, tighter hole. 



     She stiffened, tossing her head and fighting to look over her shoulder. 



     “Bruno,” she said, her voice garbled and close to a growl. 



     “Relax. Give me all of you.” 



     “Yes,”   she   managed   to   say   although   it   appeared   a   challenge   to   get   the   one   word 



out. 



     Energy quickened inside him. He’d give her a taste of the most incredible sex she’d 



ever experience. But he knew she was a virgin here, and didn’t want to hurt her. Even 



in   her   submissive   posture,   her   willing   state,   she   was   small,   tight,   and   his   cock   was 



engorged. His own orgasm was so close, he knew this wouldn’t take long. But he had to 



know what that hot tight heat would feel like wrapped around his cock. 



     His body cried out in pain when he bent over and once again licked at her pussy. 



She collapsed on the bed, screaming. 



     “I wasn’t expecting that,” she managed to quickly utter. 



     Her words wouldn’t have made sense to a human. Her hair was wild and long, her 



muscles, although small, thicker than usual. And her pussy tasted better than anything 



he’d ever had in his life. Stroking it with his tongue, he moved to her ass, circling the 



small puckered hole with his tongue. 



     Breathing her in brought out the animal and left the human half of him to the side. 



He trembled as he fought the change. There would be time later to mate in their fur. But 



here,   in   his   small   apartment,   changing   fully   would   destroy   everything   in   the   room. 



Werewolf sex could get rather wild. 



     “Come here,” he growled, doubting she understood the command. 


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     She knew the actions though. He grabbed her hips, his fingers knotted with muscles 



that craved to change him over completely. 



     Lifting her back up, he thrust his tongue into her ass and then lapped again at her 



pussy   before   straightening.   When   he   pushed  his   cock   into   her   tight   hole,   it   was   wet 



from her come and his tongue. Even so, her skin stretched slowly, taking him in with 



hesitation.   He   closed   his   eyes,   clenching   his   teeth   together   as   her   tight   hot   muscles 



strangled the life from his cock. 



     Barely half way in her, he swore he’d die if he didn’t move a bit faster. Her muscles 



twitched around him furiously. He let his head fall back, taking in every sensation, and 



fucked her ass quick and fast until he screamed. She howled along with him as he split 



in two, his orgasm so hard and quick he almost passed out. 



     For a long moment, he lay on the bed next  to her, listening to her soft breathing, 



sure she’d fallen asleep. Tomorrow he’d start focusing on matters of running the pack. 



Right now, all that mattered was his mate. He pulled her to him and was pleased when 



she blinked and stared up at him. 



     “The sun won’t be up for an hour or so,” she whispered. 



     He raised an eyebrow, skeptical that she had that much energy left to do it again. 



     “Let’s go for a run.” 



     Bruno grinned. They could change and move through the sleeping town unnoticed 



if they were careful. Pulling her up with him, he held her hand and then brought it to 



his lips. 



     “Whatever makes you happy, my love,” he told her. 



     Renee had the most adorable smile. “I’ll race you to the sea.” 



     They left his small den. Once outside, two glorious werewolves, dark as night, their 



thick   black   hair   long   and   glistening   under  the   moonlight,   ran   side   by   side,   the   night 



submitting to their power as they headed toward the sea. 


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                                              Chapter Six 



     The smell of the Mediterranean engulfed the variety of aromas from town. Damp 



pavement, dumpsters, bakeries starting their days with mounds of dough, all faded as 



the   rich   salt   water   consumed   her   senses.   That   and   the   pungent   scent   of   fish   and   wet 



wood   filled   with   harvests   of   tobacco   smelled   like   home.   The   docks   were   never   quiet, 



even   before   dawn.   Ships   docked,   the   busy  market   of   tobacco   and   fish   keeping   their 



community alive and prosperous. 



     Renee      stayed    behind    Bruno,    captivated     with    how    his   large   muscles     glided 



underneath   shiny   thick   long   black   fur.   No   one   noticed   them.   The   humans   moving 



around down by the bay were preoccupied with their work. 



     She smelled them, but they were the furthest thing from her mind. Every inch of her 



tingled from hard satisfying sex. It amazed her that she wanted him again, in their fur, a 



more carnal, simple method of love making, the true mating of werewolves. She’d make 



Bruno hers forever. 



     He held his head low, sniffing out any danger, his large head strong and beautiful. 



His ears twitched, taking in every sound. She heard them along with him, but nothing 



bothered her. Happiness and contentment made her heart pound in satisfaction. 



     She   trotted   behind   him,   realizing   he   took  them   back   to   the   cliffs,   to   their   private 



sanctuary where hours before her life had been so different. His black long hair glowed 



under the moonlight. She watched his long tail flow between his legs. He jumped onto 



the rocks. Their trek to the cliffs would be so much easier in their fur. 



     In minutes the secluded clearing appeared where they’d been earlier. Instantly he 



circled her, instinct taking over. 



     She    laughed,    wagging     her   tail  and  pranced     around    him.  You    did  it!  We  did  it! 



Everything you said was right. She wanted to celebrate, run through the waves below. The 



sea cracked and roared against the rocks below them, calling to her. 


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     Bruno pushed his head between her hind legs, almost knocking her over. Submit to 



me, my queen. His need for her filled the air around them. Intoxicating, breath taking— 



she was instantly dizzy from it. 



     Her body pulsed, shivers attacking her, although with her long thick coat, she was 



anything but cold. 



     Bruno’s wet nose pushed against her sensitive pussy. Damn, wolf man. He wanted 



her—and he wanted her now. 



     In   their   fur   there   would   be   no   foreplay,   no   tenderness.   Werewolves   moved   on 



instinct, the intelligence from their human side even more acute while in their fur. They 



were   here   to   bond   completely.   She   realized  that.   She   wanted   it.   Her   insides   swelled, 



growing   wet,   craving   him.   Bruno   brought   her   up   here   to   complete   their   mating,   tie 



them together for life. Ceremonies would come later. But the uniting of werewolf and 



bitch was a private matter. Unlike humans, what happened between two mates was a 



personal issue. 



     He   shoved   his   head   into   her   backside,   knocking   her   over.   She   rolled   to   her   back, 



spreading   her   legs,   going   belly   up   for   her  mate.   He   stood   over   her,   his   barrel   chest 



bulging   with   muscle.   Powerful   and   dominating,   he   gazed   down   at   her   while   his   lips 



parted. Dagger like white teeth appeared, and he ran his thick red tongue over them. 



Her pussy exploded, need hitting her so hard she couldn’t breathe. Not once had she 



fucked   in   her   fur.   This   more   primitive   form   of   sex   had   strong   meaning   among   their 



kind.   This   was   more   than   sex—this   was   a  statement   of   their   love   for   each   other—of 



their commitment to run together until death. 



     His wet nose pressed against her swollen cunt, and then he ran his rough tongue 



over her sensitive flesh. 



     Oh shit! Bruno! She wasn’t ready for the many sensations that tore her insides apart. 



Her    head    fell  back,   and   she   relaxed    while   he   slowly    licked   her   soaked    entrance, 



preparing her for him, loving her most intimate areas. God he was so damned good! 


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     He     caressed    her,  stroked     her  flesh,   sent   fire  roaring    to  life  inside   her.  She 



whimpered, needing him so badly her body pulsed with anticipation. When he climbed 



over her, held her in place with his front legs, she couldn’t control her breathing. All 



that mattered was that he fill her, take care of the hard throbbing that consumed every 



inch of her. 



     He almost squeezed the life out of her. Her heart raced when she looked up into his 



intense    silver   eyes.  Glowing     like  two    rare gems,     he  was    at  the  top  of  the  line   of 



predators, powerful, intimidating, deadly. 



     She wasn’t afraid though. Her pussy swelled, dripping with need. She parted her 



legs,   offering   him   her   belly   the   best   she   could   as   he   held   her   tightly.   When   his   giant 



cock   appeared,   growing   and   stretching,   dark   and   menacing   looking   against   his   long 



black fur, her mouth went dry. She started panting, a craving stronger than anything 



she’d ever experienced fogging her senses. 



     Fuck me! God. Yes! Fill me with everything you have. She wanted him more than she 



wanted to breathe. His cock was big enough that it looked like it could fill half of her 



insides but she wasn’t scared. An ache for him grew inside her and tore away at any 



rational human thought that lingered inside her. 



     He   pressed   his   swollen   cock   against   her   soaked   entrance.   Long   dagger   like   teeth 



glowed in the darkness and his intense gaze hypnotized her when he thrust. 



     Oh my fucking God! She howled, more like screamed, when he shoved his giant cock 



deep inside her. She didn’t want gentle, which was a damned good thing. Bruno was 



one hell of a powerful werewolf, and he didn’t hold back with that strength when he 



started moving. Fast and hard, impaling her again and again. He gave her all he had, 



held on to her so that she wouldn’t slide away as he pushed further, deeper, filling her, 



hitting sensitive areas inside her that had never been touched before. 



     She   cried   out   again,   her   howls   echoing  against   the   cliffs.   The   sea   roared   below 



them, answering her screams of passion. Nothing had ever felt better—more perfect. No 


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dream,   no   fantasy   came   close   to   matching  the   sensations   that   tore   her   insides   apart. 



Hard and fierce, Bruno offered her every inch of him, giving himself to her completely. 



     She   exploded,   letting   her   head   fall   back  as   waves   rushed   inside   her   with   more 



intensity than the bay below could match. 



     And when he grew, locked inside her and truly making them one, a fire erupted, 



the   elements   greeting   them.   Wind   blew   through   her   coat.   Water   crashed   against   the 



rocks below. The hardness of the Earth underneath her kept her grounded. 



     He growled, fierce and hard, opening his mouth so that deadly teeth glowed over 



her head. God. He fucking split her in two when he exploded. 



     Cubs will be conceived tonight. The foretold prophecy she’d heard earlier today took 



new meaning inside her. 



     She   had   no   doubts.   Love   making   this  powerful   would   generate   life.   The   two   of 



them   had   mated,   and   they’d   created   another  life.   She   looked   up   at   him,   loving   him, 



while his engorged cock continued to pump his fluid inside her. 



     Time passed, she wasn’t sure how much, but the most incredible sunrise glowed on 



the horizon when she opened her eyes. Its beauty hardly compared to the satisfied and 



dominating expression on Bruno’s face. She raised her head, in spite of her exhaustion, 



and licked his thick coat. He growled, the rumble vibrating through both of them, as he 



smiled down at her. Slowly, he slid out of her, leaving her throbbing, soaked, and more 



satisfied than she’d ever been in her life. 



     His face contorted, his wide jowls altering, shifting as his hair slowly receded into 



his flesh. 



     Anxiously,      she   allowed    the  change    to  shift  inside   her   too.  Her   bones    popped, 



contorted and altered in size while her muscles changed. Her heart thudded too heavily 



in her chest and it took a minute to catch her breath. As she took on her human form, 



her   pussy   started   throbbing   and   burning   with  an intensity that made her eyes water. 



God. He’d fucked the living hell out of her. She’d be lucky if she could stand for a week. 


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     But she was happy. So damned happy. The wind rushed around her, and she closed 



her   eyes,   reaching   out   to   the   elements,   praying   that   they   still   and   allow   her   a   few 



moments   with   her   mate.   She   wanted   comfort,   peace,   and   the   perfect   surrounding   to 



enjoy   quality   moments   with   her   mate   before  they   returned   to   town   and   settled   in   to 



sleep until nightfall when he’d make his first speech as pack leader. 



     “We’ve created life,” she told him, feeling the tiny addition to the body settle deep 



in her womb. 



     “Are   you   sure?”   He   moved   to   a   sitting  position,   pulling   her   into   his   arms   and 



wrapping her up with the heat of his body. 



     “I’ve   never   been   more   sure   of   anything   in   my   life,”     she   whispered,   more   than 



awestruck that she could tell. Most bitches were at least a few weeks along before any 



signs of life became obvious to them. “Our love is so strong that life already grows from 



it.” 



     Bruno   grinned,   staring   over   the   cliffs   at   the   endless   sea   that   glowed   against   the 



morning sunrise. Never had she seen a werewolf look more smug, more satisfied, and 



her heart jumped with excitement that she’d put that happiness there. 



     “Your gift is stronger than I realized. Our cub will be even stronger than both of us. 



We   will   shield   her   and   nurture   those   gifts  in   her.   She’ll   be   the   most   glorious   bitch 



whoever walked this planet.” He hugged her closer to him. “Imagine our love growing 



even stronger, Renee. We are truly perfectly mated.” 



     “She?”   Renee   closed   her   eyes,   trying   to  focus   on   the   minute   embryo   that   pulsed 



quietly inside her. Acknowledging out loud their love made focusing on anything else 



impossible. “I can’t tell whether I carry a bitch or a male.” 



     “She will be female. I feel it. And as beautiful as you are.” His expression sobered, 



and he looked down at her, brushing damp strands of hair away from her face. “Our 



job won’t be easy, Renee. Many will fight us.” 


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     She closed her eyes, willing herself to see what he saw. The future didn’t lay itself 



out for her. She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut harder, aching to know what 



lie ahead for them. 



     “I can’t see it,” she complained, experiencing a sensation of being left out that it all 



seemed so clear to him yet nothing more than a dark cloud that she’d approach one day 



at a time. 



     “I   don’t   see   events   that   will   happen.”   His   sharing   that   knowledge   made   her   feel 



better. His hand was hot, soothing as he caressed her neck, brushed over her breast, and 



then stretched his fingers over her flat belly. “But we will use our gifts, share them with 



the pack, show them how to be stronger.” 



     “There   are   many   werewolves   who   don’t   show   any   signs   or   understanding   of   the 



elements.”   She   walked   among   them   daily,   looking   through   them   as   if   they   were   an 



empty page. In a way she pitied them, knowing they would never know life as fully as 



she did. “We will have to take care of those who simply can’t learn.” 



     “They will learn. The gift is strong, and can be taught. And with our strength, we 



will show the Werewolves of Malta how to be better and more superior than any other 



werewolf on this planet.” 



     She gazed up at her mate, at his strong jaw line, at the way his black hair glistened 



against the growing light. There wasn’t a more beautiful creature on Earth. And he was 



hers.   Her   heart   leapt   with   excitement.   This   werewolf   was   her   soul   mate.   He’d   found 



her,   given   her   more   happiness   than   she   knew   possible,   and   she’d   run   by   his   side, 



enjoying every minute of their future together.