by Lilly Wilder
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Hot Wolves
By: Lilly Wilder
Table of Contents
Foreward
Come Stalk Me!
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I Didn't Know My Fate, But I Never Would Have Guessed It Involved Two Roaring Alphas...
James and Liam burst into my life with their rigid muscles earned from being in the military and a secret that had them ripping out of their clothes and sprouting glorious golden manes.
I remember being frightened, the first time I found out they could shift into lions. I had never seen anything like it before, and I thought I was losing my mind.
They played with me, toyed with me, and made me theirs.
I was soon to learn that they wanted something that I had always been afraid of… they wanted me to mate with them and give them powerful sons.
Could I give them what they wanted? Did I have a choice?
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I Have To Mate With Three Wolf Shifters?
I’ve always known I was different and somehow I gravitated to the dark side of my personality.
The full moon had me craving the great outdoors.
It was never lost on me how my father and mother would stop talking when I entered a room.
There was a secret and I felt it was in bad taste to leave me in the dark.
Having one green eye and one blue certainly did make me stand out from the crowd.
I lived in this tiny bubble but I suspected that there was something bigger in my future.
I had no idea it was going to revolve around wolf shifters and my destiny to mate with them.
Why was this happening to me?
What made me so special and why did other packs feel it was necessary to neutralize me?
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These three arrogant wolf-shifter pricks are looking for a mate… to share
When their eyes pierce through mine I know exactly what they desire.
Me. They all want to claim me…. at the same time.
They've taken me deep in the woods and I have no idea where I am.
This feels like something straight out of a nightmare.
What are they going to do to me?
I’m fearing the worst, but can’t stop thinking about their rock hard bodies and how wild it would be to be ride all three of them.
They’re trying to convince me by breeding I’ll be the queen of their new clan.
But why would they choose me?
There’s something they’re hiding from me...
I can hardly even take care of myself.
How am I going to make it as their new queen?
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I Dreamed Of Being With Him In High School… But Now I’m Getting More Than Expected…
There’s nothing more difficult than keeping a secret in high school.
That’s actually the reason I didn’t want to attend my 10 year reunion.
But that changes when I find out a close friend is attending.
We were just friends back then, but I always had a crush on him.
A part of keeping my secret meant I could never tell him that.
We casually catch up at the reunion, about him playing in the NFL, and we end up at his hotel room where his boyfriend is staying.
What follows is a passionate whirlwind of hot, male threesome action where all my high school dreams come true.
Was it just a one night stand or is there more to our story?
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Carol thought that her options were limited, but her friend Tammy put her on to a speed dating night. The pickings are slim until she meets Jesse Peters and his twin brother Jacob. She thinks that it’s a joke that they are here together and the looks that they have received have not been kind. They have tattoos, long hair and beards to match their...
Foreward
We all have a soul mate waiting for us out there. I just never thought I’d have two of them.
It all started with a near-death experience.
Listen to this: I nearly got picked for the Olympics and then one night, I find myself drowning in the ocean.
But I can’t complain too much, because my lifeguards ended up being a sexy pair of shape shifters.
That’s right.
I landed myself a couple of werewolves and it was completely unintentional.
But dating a shifter comes with its’ fair share of baggage.
There’s pack politics.
Ancient grudges.
And a bunch of other stuff that I am suddenly a part of.
But if they think that’s going to make me run for the hills, well, they’ve got another thing coming.
Because this girl is sick and tired of running away.
For once, I’m going to stick by what I want and I’m not going to let anyone take it away from me.
Hot Wolves
Chapter 1: Jane
“It’s been a while,” I said, as I stood with my toes wiggling against the wet sand. “Feels like forever.” My voice was taken up by the wind. It was blowing in exactly the right direction so that the ocean lay still, like a single pane of glass.
I breathed in the saltiness in the air and it filled my lungs until I thought they would burst.
Am I ready for this? I asked myself, almost like I expected an answer from somewhere deep inside my soul but the only answer I received was that of silence.
“Baby steps,” I whispered, as I stepped further into the water. The tug and pull of the tide danced against my exposed ankles. “It’s like riding a bike, you never forget.”
Another couple of steps and the water rose up to my knees. It was still early in the spring season and the temperature of the ocean showed it. The sun had yet to warm the coast against the winter chill.
It isn’t too late for you to walk away, came that voice at the back of my head. Turn around, like you know you should.
No, I shot back, hoping to shut down any doubts that still lingered.
Two years was long enough to live in the shadow of another. I wasn't going to let Ian break my heart and take away my life’s passion too.
The wetsuit hugged my skin as I waded into the depths. That familiar weightlessness came over me, as my toes failed to find the sand underneath them.
I moved my arms and legs in circular motions, keeping myself afloat.
Like coming home, I thought to myself, as I eased against the water. From an early age, I had loved swimming. My parents had enrolled me in lessons by the time I was two and it was love at first sight — or should I say swim? They took out a loan against the house, just to install an in-ground pool in the backyard.
The thought of them, always left me feeling hollow. Riding on that feeling, I allowed my legs to drift towards the surface. With my body floating on the water, I allowed myself to ride the gentle current wherever it wanted to take me. Dusk had already turned to night and the blackness around me was thick. Only a few dozen stars peeked through, sparkling with a dullness that promised rain in the forecast.
Clouds drifted across the moon, obscuring its brilliant silver light. As a result, the world was painted with shadows and I became one of them.
I kept on drifting, until the clouds went forth on their merry way. Again, the moon, round and bright, hung overhead in its unadulterated glory. I tried to capture a mental picture of it in my head but I was distracted by a memory tugging at the very edge of my thoughts. I tried to push it away but it shoved its way to the forefront, where I was forced to relive the incident in agonizing color.
***
Two years earlier.
“You know, it’s going to be so cool to say that I have a girlfriend in the Olympics.”
“I haven’t made it to the Olympics just yet. My mother always said, it’s never a good idea to count your chickens before they hatch.”
“Pfft.” Ian swept his fingers through his messy blonde hair. “You’re an amazing swimmer, Jane. There’s no way you can lose.”
“I appreciate the vote of confidence but I’m not even sure if I want to go –”
He stopped rocking the swing chair we had been stargazing in. He pivoted in my direction, eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”
“Going on the big screen like that? It’s nerve-wracking.”
“Don’t tell me that you’re getting cold feet.” He got up and paced on the back porch of his fraternity house. In the distance, dance music thumped against the night. The blue and red lights of a cop car skipped against the corner of my vision. But despite all the distractions of a college campus, I couldn’t keep from looking at my boyfriend, as he was illuminated by the moonlight, looking like a warrior angel straight out of a medieval fresco painting. Raphael – that’s who he reminded me of. My art history professor would praise me for making the comparison because the similarity between the two was truly uncanny.
Snap!
“Jane, are you even listening to me?” He held up his hand, exasperated. “Because right now it feels like I’m talking to a brick wall.”
I frowned. “I’m sorry – I zoned out.”
“Typical,” he mumbled, as he stood with his arms crossed against his chest. “Where’s your mind at, Jane? This is the time for you to focus and yet you’re daydreaming more than ever.”
Daydreaming about you, I thought to myself. As our relationship reached its three-year mark and our graduation loomed on the horizon, I couldn’t help but think of our future together. There were so many different directions in which it could go and that kind of endless possibility excited me. It fueled my creative juices, leading me to pen some of my most beautiful works of arts. I planned to show him a portfolio on our anniversary.
“Jane.”
I jerked my head toward his voice. “Sorry, I did it again.”
“I don’t know why I bother to waste my breath,” he started to walk away but I caught up to him and pulled him back by the sleeve of his hoodie. “Jane, don’t.” He shook his head, as I leaned in for a kiss.
“Why…?” I rocked back on my heels, deflated.
“I’m not doing this,” he said, tone firm. “I’m married to the sport and I thought you were too. Nothing – and I mean nothing – is going to stop me from getting to the Olympics and representing my country. If you don’t think such an honor is worth it, then I’m afraid that you’re not worth my time.”
“What?” A knot the size of a baseball lodged itself into the back of my throat, making it incredibly hard to breathe. “You can’t be serious!”
“I am,” he said. “And you should be too but you’re not and that’s the problem.”
I got up and reached for his hand but he avoided my grasp. The look of disgust on his face felt like a backhanded blow. “So, what, you’re breaking up with me, just because I don’t want to head to the Olympics? What kind of bullshit is that?”
“It’s not bullshit, Jane. It’s called having motivation — drive.”
“This is ridiculous…” I whispered to myself. “All this time, I thought you loved me for who I was but…”
“We were going to be the ultimate power couple.”
I shook my head. “This is crazy talk.” Honestly, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You’d never do this to me. The Ian I know would understand my trepidation and support me either way. The Ian I know wouldn’t treat me this way.”
“I’m sorry, Jane —”
I ran off that porch before I could hear another word. I didn’t want to listen to his excuses because I knew it would be nothing more than a mallet to the heart, shattering it to bits. My eyes were red and puffy by the time I reached my dorm room. I was thankful for the fact that my roommate was traveling for the weekend and I had the place to myself.
Heartbroken, I curled up against my pillow and tried to get the crying to stop but the tears kept on coming. It felt like the last three years of my life had been nothing but a lie. How had I fallen for it? And how had I convinced myself that Ian was the one, when all he wanted to do was use me for his own self-promotion?
Fuck, I was an idiot.
***
I blinked aside the flashback. It had been two years since the breakup and, still, that wound festered. All I had wanted was for someone to love me but Ian had proven that most men have ulterior motives. That’s why I didn’t trust them and why I had remained single since my college days. Sure, I’d have my fun here and there, but I never allowed myself to believe in a future because I knew that such a dream would only crash and burn into a fiery oblivion.
A chill pierced through my bones and it wasn’t the fault of the frigid water. This was an emotional kind of coldness that made me numb. Over the years, my heart had turned to ice and, honestly, I didn’t know if there would ever be someone capable of thawing it back to freedom.
The euphoria of being back in the water wore off. A heaviness settled into my body and threatened to weigh me down.
So, I allowed my legs to sink, preparing myself to swim back to shore. It was further away than I had hoped. All the mindless floating had taken me out quite a bit and now it would be a long trek back to the shallows. Realistically, it was nothing I couldn’t handle, but seeing as I hadn’t practiced my swimming in ages, I didn’t know whether my stamina would hold out long enough for me to make it.
There was only one way to find out.
I held my breath and started forward. The first few strokes were a bit clumsy, but after a while, I got myself all warmed up. From there, it was smooth sailing. I sliced through the water with ease, propelling my body forward with maximum efficiency. Nothing had changed. I was still as good a swimmer as I had once been.
The thought invigorated me and I pushed myself a little harder. My leg muscles were starting to fatigue but I ignored the feeling because I was getting close and all I needed were a few more strokes to get to that finish line.
And that’s when disaster struck.
Something sharp and jagged grazed against my leg, shredding through my skin. The pain was crippling. It pulled me under. Taken by surprise, I cried out, leaving my mouth open. Water drained into my throat and down into my lungs. My chest burned.
My uninjured leg touched the bottom. It was decorated with broken seashells and other dangerous elements. Nonetheless, I pushed against the ocean floor and propelled myself upwards.
Now my foot throbbed as well.
Breaking the surface, I sputtered and coughed, trying to expel the saltwater that had gotten into my system. Using just my arms, I kept myself afloat but I knew it wouldn’t last. The current was strong and the waves rougher than when I had started. I would never make it back to the shore in my current state.
“Help!” I cried. I was probably just wasting my breath but it was my one and only option. “Help!”
Squinting, I prayed I would find someone walking the beach but it was empty.
“Help!” I shouted, even louder this time.
Around me, the water was a deep shade of red. The moonlight illuminated its crimson properties. My stomach churned. If there was one thing I couldn’t handle, it was the sight of blood.
I became woozy and lightheaded. I was on the brink of passing out and if that happened then I was as good as dead.
Breathe, Jane, breathe, I told myself over and over again.
I forced myself to inhale through the nose and exhale through the mouth. It helped but it didn’t solve all of my problems. There was still the matter of getting back to the shore.
A wave smacked me in the face and, once again, I was pulled under.
My strength was dwindling.
Would I be able to make it back to the top or was this where I would find my watery grave?
