Her
Wolfen Destiny
Dakota
Trace
Braden Donnghal, the first American born, Irish-Scottish
werewolf is packless after the death of his parents. In an effort to
get back into the good graces of his parents' former pack, he has to
prove his worth by escorting the Alpha's intended mate back to the
pack. It seems easy enough - all he has to do is deliver her
untouched by the next full moon for her claiming. He's prepared to
avoid the roving enemy soldiers, bombs and even Emma's father, the
feared MacDonald, but what he isn't prepared for his reaction to the
high-spirited but seductive Emma MacDonald. Or his unrelenting desire
to claim her as his own. But if he does, he'll be exiled if not
killed on sight.
Emma
MacDonald has been told since birth that her destiny is to give birth
to the saviors of her race, twin russet wolves, in an upcoming racial
war with the humans. But being a woman raised in the midst of the
Great War, she is tired of war and vows to flout her father's decree
that she marry the neighboring Alpha of the Donnghal clan. When
Braden arrives to escort her to the Donnghal Alpha she unprepared for
his awakening of her wolf, which can only mean one thing. He's her
mate and her escape from her betrothal. If he mates her she doesn't
have to marry his uncle. Her hopes are dashed however when Braden
cruelly rejects their bond. But that ceases to matter when the pack
which Braden hopes to join turns on him.
About
the Author:
Dakota
is a simple Midwest girl, who has found her passion in storytelling
at a young age. Her father always said she made up the craziest
stories. Most remained unwritten though as writing wasn’t Dakota’s
strong suit. That all changed in junior high when she took her first
typing class. Problem solved for the dyslexic Dakota. There was no
stopping her after that. She wrote her first novel her freshman year
about a girl who could speak to animals on an old electric IBM
typewriter her dad found at a garage sale. Now writing in several
different genres, she is a published author with multiple books under
her belt. When she isn’t writing, she’s the crazy mom of three
wild Indians who are posing as her children, a loving wife to the man
of her dreams and a full time Graphic Design Major at IADT.
Excerpt:
Moving
further into the solar, Emma looked around apprehensively, taking in
every minute detail of her surroundings. Sniffing the air, she could
scent nothing more than old books and the wood stacked next to the
fireplace. Her father hadn’t been in the room for several hours it
seemed. Thank God, because the book lined solar was her refuge from
everything – the one place she could find peace. Latching the door
behind her, she slipped around one of the two high winged back
chairs. Tossing the thick lap-robe up and over her body, she settled
into the chair. Her plan had seemed so simple when she’d plotted
with Lettie – find a wolf to mate with – one that would bind her
to him, but it seemed that each man she approached did nothing for
her wolf. The bitch continues to lay dormant no matter which male
comes sniffing around. If I didn’t know better I’d think she’s
an omega – hiding from all. The low growl erupting from her
throat told her of her wolf’s obvious feelings on the matter. She
sighed – tired of trying to find a solution to a problem which
wasn’t solvable. Perhaps running away would be best.
But
even as she thought it, her wolf grunted. Strong and pure, the alpha
bitch residing inside her would run from no man or beast – even if
she didn’t deign to meet any of the prospective suitors Emma had
paraded in front of her.
Snuggling
deeper into the plush cushions, she continued to study the flames in
the fireplace, and was just dropping off to sleep when the most
intoxicating smell she’d ever scented teased her nostrils. With
the hint of nutmeg and pine, her inner wolf’s ear perked up as she
sniffed the air. Mate? Exhilaration chased away the lingering
weariness. Turning her head, she got her first glimpse of the man
who was her mate standing next to her father.
Tall
and broad shouldered, his closely cropped dark hair and neat
appearance smacked of time spent in the military but the bruising and
swelling around his left eye and nose attested to the fact he’d
been in a recent altercation. Then the scent of another female hit
her nose. A low growl built in her throat at the idea. Her wolf
began to pace in agitation and it was all she could do to keep her
from springing on the unsuspecting man.
The
Great Mac’s head swung in her direction.
“Emma-girl,
there you are. Your mother has been looking all over for you.”
She
rose with a low snarl before skirting around the wingback chair. The
rumbling in her chest grew louder the closer she stalked to the pair.
The stranger shifted a bit as he took in every detail of her. She
felt the heat of his eyes stroking over her form and if she’d been
a normal woman she’d have preened under his gaze. But she wasn’t,
and with the musky scent of another aggravating her wolf, all Emma
wanted to do was mark the man. He was hers and soon he’d accept the
fact. She watched as his nostrils flared before he inhaled sharply.
Immediately the knowledge of what they meant to each other washed
over his face. His fists clenched as she closed the distance between
them, but he held his ground despite the increasing noise her bitch
was making.
“What’s
wrong, lass? This is your betrothed’s surrogate. He’s here to
marry you in his Alpha’s stead. You have no reason to be hostile.”
Her
father’s whisper was ignored as she stopped with only inches
separating her aching body from the male in front of her. She
looking up into deep blue eyes, her fingers curling hesitantly
against the broad expanse of his chest. He relaxed under her touch as
she gave him a warning smile - his first mistake. One she was sure
he’d be leery about in the future. Everyone in her pack knew to
tread softly when Emma smiled in a certain way. It usually meant she
was plotting bodily harm – and this time was no different. Her mate
had allowed another to touch him – to take what was rightfully hers
and it didn’t matter to her wolf that it’d been before her –
she demanded that Emma show the man the error of his ways.
With
her wolf’s first heat upon her, triggered by her mate’s presence,
her fingernails grew into razor sharp talons as her voice became
raspier. “Mine!” she hissed, before piercing into the heavy chest
muscles under her palms – marking him. He stiffened as if he’d
been hit by lightning as a low moan passed his parted lips. She
flexed her fingers, digging deep – needing to impress upon him
severity of giving another what she considered as hers.
“Fuck.”
His head tipped back as his torso arched away from her – his lower
body swayed towards hers. Against her stomach she felt an unfamiliar
hardness – one which would’ve had her wolf purring – if
wolves purred.
“Emma
Rose MacDonald! Release him!” Her father moved closer – too close
for Emma’s wolf’s comfort. She bared her teeth at her sire. As an
alpha bitch, she cared less about pack policies when it came to her
mate. He had no right to interfere.
“Mine!”
She snapped at Liam. He froze before a low rumble of his displeasure
filled the room.
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