Arian Wulf

An Alpha's Mate 4 – 6

Dangerous Games

Nora Cage hides what she is because she wants to survive. Desperation takes her to a pub in the middle of nowhere where she joins a poker game in hopes of winning money she needs to make rent. The last thing she expects to happen is to have her secret discovered by three Alpha werewolves.

She is suddenly caught in a game that she doesn’t know the rules to. She doesn’t know that there’re none.

When the Alphas want something, they take it. And what they want, is Nora Cage.

The Caged Healer

Ria is aware of how much she is lusted after. Healers are rare in these lands, and her gift is exceptionally strong. She is, therefore, not entirely surprised that there is raid beyond her burning tent. It is always the same. She will be taken under a different Lord, and she will serve as their healer for as long as they are able to keep her.

She does not expect her Lord to try and end her life before she falls into the hands of another, nor does she expect the monster that saves her from his knife. He stares at her and it is like looking into an abyss that bleeds red at the edges.

She sees something different about the men that have come for her… She sees that they are not men at all.

Werewolves to not need healers.

So why have they come for her?

Captured Omega

Tanya is an Omega, a rare species of shifters that has the latent ability to make those around her to think of nothing except satisfying their carnal desires and stuffing her full. Her very existence means chaos and laws are set in place to capture and train all Omegas to be pliant and submissive to the Alpha they are assigned to.

Tanya denies her nature, masks her scent, and works as a cashier in the middle of nowhere.

She thinks she's safe because people don't know she's an Omega. She underestimates how much she draws savage, cruel men towards her. The men in her life wants to possess her. They want her pliant and whimpering, begging them to do what Alpha's do best:


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“Why come all this way if you don't really have a need for me?” she asks, taking the steaming cup of tea from his hand. Their fingers touch, and there is a shock to the base of her spine, a sudden energy and conviction. It occurs to her that she has never healed a werewolf before.

The moment she lowers the cup on the table, he grasps her wrist in his hand. The flash of lightning casts light upon his expression, dark and dangerous, with the same promise that she is afraid she has misread days earlier. “Why do you think, Ianuaria?”

“For me?” she asks softly.

In answer, he grips her by the arms and pulls them together. He kisses her in the sudden, welcoming silence. His tongue brushes over her soft upper lip.

When she gasps, he sucks her lower lip in his mouth and teases the soft flesh with his tongue. He growls, his grip on the back of her neck tightening to the point of bruising as his tongue skims her trembling lips, wordlessly seeking permission for more.

She feels the edge of the table dig into her belly, but he is not as rough as she knows he is capable of. She parts her lips without thought and he thrusts inside, his tongue fluttering over her teeth before going deeper still. When their tongues touch, the sensation is unlike anything she's experienced before. Urgent need flows through her body and before she realizes what she's doing, her arms are wrapped around his neck and she has climbed on top of the table to deepen the kiss.

He groans and pulls her to the edge of the table with a steady grip around her waist, and she wraps her legs around him like it is the most natural thing in the world to do.

He grips the back of her neck tightly, keeping her from pulling away even when her lungs are begging for air. He kisses like a man possessed, like the air he craves is hidden in her lungs and once he has tasted it, he cannot let go.

When he finally pulls back, they are both panting for breath. He returns to himself faster, trailing his grip from her neck to her hair until he is tugging and pulling her head back sharply, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips.

Her breathing quickens and grows heavier with each exhale. Her chest lifts and falls heavily.

“For you,” he confirms, his lips trailing down her neck and stopping only once he finds the pulse there. His lips part and he clamps his teeth to the soft flesh there, sucking gently to leave a bruise against her skin.
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