Table of Contents
Wolf in Hero Clothing (Project Wolves Series)
Chapter 1: Her Scent
Chapter 2: Dinner Entertainment
Chapter 3: Hero Comes
Chapter 4: Hero Shows Up Again
Chapter 5: A Wolf’s Promise
Chapter 6: Hate the Hero
Chapter 7: Press
Chapter 8: She Still Hungers For It
Chapter 9: His Name Will Be Hero
Chapter 10: An Adventurer’s Dilemma
Chapter 11: Her World
Chapter 12: Not Playing Fair
Chapter 13: The Fight For Her
Chapter 14: Desperate Lie
Chapter 15: Gloat Wedding
Quick Dictionary (across all series and single stories)
Dictionary across Project Wolves series
Wolf in Hero’s Clothing
Project Wolves Series
Copyright 2020 Melanie Ray, writing as Serena Spacey.
All rights reserved.
These books are works of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Ratings: I use fictionratings.com like many fiction websites do.
Rated MA: Contains explicit content for mature adults only.
Fiction MA content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.
Content Warning: Wolf in Hero’s Clothing includes forced scenes of almost non-consensual sex, though it never goes further than that. Our hero always interrupts it. It does involve amnesia sex between the MC and our Hero. They do remember it later.
All Serena Spacey series and single books were inspired by some of her earlier works written by Melanie Ray. None of the inspirations are published anymore.
Welcome to the space hero worlds of Serena Spacey!
Serena only writes one thing, an interconnected universe of space heroes and their romances. She started this pen name just so that readers would know what to expect in each of her book series, collections, or single books. It’s all one big universe, and while some rules are different, others are universal from book to book, like the hero name, Champion Adventurer.
Sometimes her heroes cross into other hero domains, but mainly they stay in their own series. Her series are all refreshing, and she strives for awesome hero aliens that aren’t just ‘abducting’ someone. They are there to help, and yes, even some heroines are partners or play the hero in the books instead. Her heroes range from alien shifters, to heroes in training, to cybernetic heroes, and more.
Each book also contains a sex scene or two. Maybe three.
There are even dictionaries in the back for quick terms across all books, and one for just the series you are reading.
Chapter 1: Her Scent
~Roxie~
I looked back and saw Alexandra coming toward me with two drinks. “What kind are they?” I asked as she gestured toward the one on the right. “It’s not White Wolf Lime, is it?” I shook the container as she handed it to me.
“Nope, Roxie. One is Blue Forest and the other is my shake.” Alexandra handed the drink to me. “White Wolf Lime is absolutely bitter. Besides, aren’t they in like a war with Hero’s agents or something? Hero never endorses anything.” She grinned with a scrunched nose. “He’s too freakin’ cool for it.”
I shrugged and walked away. “Doubt it, he never cares about anything, or White Wolf Wash would have been brought down, too. White Wolf Burger, too.”
“Let’s not go there,” Alexandra said. “Obviously wrong, yeah, but they’ve got awesome burgers. Hey, is that Jason over there?”
I took a sip as she waved to Jason our other friend, but then everyone was rushing to the side, toppling him. What was going on? Alexandra and I got shoved forward by people in the back that also wanted to see. I tapped on someone’s shoulder. “Hello, sir? What’s going on?”
He gestured in front of him. “Hero, the Adventurer himself, he’s fighting down below!” He tried to break through the crowd. “I want to see him in action.”
“Oh, I knew I should have walked on the left instead of the right,” Alexandra kicked herself. “Who’s he fighting?”
“I don’t know,” Jason spoke again. “At this rate, I never will if we don’t get closer.”
People were pushing with everything they had to watch the fight, but I would never see it. It would be strange anyhow because-
“Not gonna miss it!” Jason grabbed our arms and hurled us all towards the edge of the bridge.
My heart wouldn’t stop beating. Below us, we could see a white wolf, surrounded by the project wolves. Most of the superheroes on other planets wore special clothes to show who they had been. Hero never needed it, it would be a waste because of what happened to him during the fights.
It was primitive and natural, just wolves, but it would change. I kept myself half focused on my drink, then casting glances toward the fight.
Watching all the wolves fight, eventually one transformed. Then another one. They were trying to get ahead of hero by transforming against him to make the fight harder. Three burly, primitive naked men ran around Hero.
I swallowed, my mouth going dry as I watched. Hero was the saver of our world, our planet’s Adventurer, but that wasn’t the only reason people wanted to view the fight.
In the middle of a high jump, Hero half turned and transformed. His white hair on his body was left as only dark hair on his head, and the rest was bare. His body was more impressive than anything the others he fought could conjure.
His muscles clearly moved, defined as he started to fight in a different style. I had watched a fight break out before, but Hero’s moves were fluid and surreal. His body moved like a fine-tuned machine. I tried to keep my eyes on his face and head, but he moved so fast, like a cheetah running after prey. I had to admit, to ignore the man beneath felt like a sin too. Watching him or not watching him, it felt sinful either way.
No one would sneak one picture. It was strictly forbidden to take pictures of Hero fighting in either form. This moment, to see the Hero of the world fight for us, I would never forget it.
~Hero~
It was simple. Started with four, and now I had one more project to fight. It was over in minutes; the blasted guy coughing up blood on the ground. I jumped and changed back, lording over him in my wolf form. I preferred it, especially when I was over them. He wasn’t even a challenge for me, I should have fought the whole time in my wolf form. I heard the large crowd around me cheer. It was nothing special, happened to me all the time. Usually I would just change back and head off back to my private home or bound off to another emergency.
But today, that wouldn’t happen. There was a scent in the air that my nose couldn’t resist. Something wild, something intense. I never smelled it before, it tickled my nose, and I felt aroused. It didn’t make sense because nothing aroused me. I had always figured that I was too special of a project wolf. I was one of the last ones created. No human woman no matter how gorgeous had caused any effect. I’ve had thousands of women try to date me or get with me somehow. Celebrity women were the worst of all, thinking I was saving myself for someone of a high caliber.
I wasn’t, I just didn’t like human women. I didn’t like animals or project wolf women either. Ooh, project women, they were often nasty. Wild beasts, no better than the men. No, nothing ever had me.
Except that scent. Where was it coming from? My nose kept scrunching and I turned my head to figure it out. I looked above me, but it wouldn’t be that easy to pinpoint. I had been fighting in a low area, but above there had been five sets
of bridges. This territory housed many people, but vehicle use was more reserved. People moved from place to place on the bridges. How was I going to find in that mass who or what was creating that scent?
I should have left it alone, that thought kept running through my head. But I couldn’t though, it was driving me mad. Instinct was winning.
Somewhere on one of those bridges, someone was giving off a scent. I jumped several feet in the air and then stayed on the first ledge. I sniffed lightly, but the smell’s source was higher still. This was potent. I jumped to the next set of bridges. There was nothing there, just fans who screamed. I was the only white project wolf. It was the human form that seemed to give me trouble sometimes. Instead of white hair on my head, I had jet black. The color of the fur of some of the hardest I fought against.
I tried the third bridge, with the same method, but there was nothing on it either.
On the fourth bridge though, I took one big whiff and almost fell backward off that bridge. The scent alone, it was so close, almost unbearable. What was it? A new attack? A new power?
No. I spotted it, and I couldn’t believe it. Dark haired, curvy young woman, sipping on her drink. The smell was permeating from her like perfume smoke from a bottle. The difference was instead of throttling my throat, it was throttling my senses. I jumped into the crowd. Some people were trying to talk to me, but my concentration was only set on one.
The curvy woman with the drink. People around her began to try and talk to me too, telling me how much they cared about what I did, or about a random time I saved them or someone they loved, or something they loved. It was always very jumbled.
She held her drink in her hand tightly as I approached her on all fours. She looked around, before meeting her eyes with mine.
I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her cheeks were darkening her skin, blushing them with the rest, and I become more enamored with having to speak with her. People mumbled in the background, but I couldn’t even make it out. This ordinary girl consumed me.
This ordinary girl, who held the best fucking scent in the world.
“Hello?” She waved at me politely, but without confidence. “G-good job. You know, with the project. Hero. I mean, Adventurer Hero. They can be bad. I mean, some, not all. Not you. If you are one. Not that I watched you transform or know that. Maybe, I mean, a little, everyone watched. I? Um.” She went quiet. “Can I help you, Sir?”
“Ladies and gentlemen, please step back! Give room.” Someone was always near me somewhere, making sure I never got out of control. Making sure I acted ‘human’, even in my wolf form. As enforcers began to push back the crowd, they made the woman with the drink shift away.
I grabbed the nearest enforcer’s shirt with my fangs and held him by it several seconds before letting go to scold him. “Don’t do that.” Why did they have to do that? I looked back but lost sight of her. She had left because of the enforcers. “Name. Name, what was her name?” I asked anyone around me. Someone had to have known her. Finally, someone spoke up.
“Roxie,” a woman of the same age said. “I go to school with her.”
As another enforcer tried to scoot the one who went to school with Roxie, I grabbed their shirt with my teeth and yanked even harder this time. I was getting pissed, why did they have to get up into my business again? I moved in front of her, sitting to listen to her words. “Where is Roxie? Where does she live? What is her last name?”
“Um, well I, um, I only slightly know her, Adventurer Wolf. Hero, Adventurer, Sir.” She began to stumble on her words, not even knowing what to call me. I didn’t believe the ‘slight’, she was too close to the same area, and she was eager to tell me her name. Once I paid attention to her, that’s when she started to clam up. I did have an abrasive attitude at times, probably not helping today.
I needed to get this girl to talk. “Have you ever seen the beauty of the ocean on a wolf’s back?”
~Roxie~
I returned to school the next day, my mind anxious to talk to my friends about what happened. One of my friends though, Alexandra, was surrounded by a large group of people. She was talking about how she had hung out with Hero in a human form. A rarer form, he often chose to stay in his wolf form. Strange. He had even taken her into a foreign district for supper.
“It was amazing,” Alexandra told everyone, “and I wish it could have lasted longer. Boy, does he have a chest up close too.” She sighed and grabbed her heart in a cheesy fashion. “I wish I could be-Roxie!”
Suddenly, everyone stopped to look at me. Deja vu again. At least I didn’t have a drink in my hand this time. What was up with me being the center of attention the last two days? “Hello?”
“Roxie. You.” Alexandra ran up to her. “You, Hero wanted to know nothing except you. You, your family, your interests, and even your hobbies. He is so stuck on you, if Bladon were here, he’d be jealous. How did you do that?”
“I?” I looked around again and shrugged. That couldn’t be true. What would the hero of the world want to do with me? I wasn’t model gorgeous skinny, and I didn’t wear pounds of makeup. “Nothing. I barely even saw the fight,” I lied. “He just jumped the bridges and then, he was just there. Staring at me.”
“If I were you, and he was into me? I’d find any desperate way to contact that wolf,” Amber, another one of my friends said.
“Not until she turns twenty-two,” Alexandra reminded me. “You can’t do anything until twenty-two, without permission from your parents.”
“Hero’s the hero, defender of everything,” someone in the crowd shouted. “If he wants her, I bet he could get her.”
That ‘her’ was me. I didn’t like the sentiment, or the way the guy in the crowd said it. A date would be okay, and that would be easy to get from my parents, but he made it sound like something else. It couldn’t be any love at first sight because his eyes. Those eyes disturbed me. A sweet man who cared about the world should have more dreamy eyes, but they had looked like a wild beast, ready to maim me. That way of thinking though, it was prejudice. He was still human. His eyes, they weren’t an animal. Just his stare.
“It’s romantic.”
“It’s sweet.”
“It’s pheromones.” Greg. I was never that close to Greg, he was friends with Bladon. Bladon however was my best friend, so I couldn’t tell him to back off. “You should be careful. He was busy fighting, no reason to notice you way up high unless it’s pheromones.”
“If it were pheromones, it would be for everyone,” Alexandra disagreed. “Hero has never even shown interest in any women.”
“Not all, others are attracted more to certain scents. Hero isn’t human, we all know it.” He looked at me. “Just, be careful. If it’s your scent, he wants sex.”
“Oh, shove off.” Alexandra knocked him out of the way, but I didn’t forget his words.
Could he really smell me? Way up there? And, why me?
~Hero~
“I don’t see what the problem is.” I kept my feet reclined back on a table from my usual chair. The world had been run through territories, and each one always had an official. It wasn’t easy, and most times when I had a problem, we could get it worked out with just a few.
I wasn’t getting any respect with my request though, so I had to drag out more than fifty percent of my guardians to a conference headquarters.
A woman doesn’t just appear with that scent, there must be something to it. “How much money have you all saved since I’ve been saving your people? Helping to come up with plans to protect and defend better?” I knocked my black boots together twice before standing up. My leather jacket fell off the chair as I strolled over to their ‘prestigious’ arching desk area. “I want one thing. It’s not like I’m demanding her as a courtezan or a wife.” I didn’t care, I just wanted to meet her again.
“This is not acceptable,” one of the territory leaders said. “We have certain laws in effect. Waiting until twenty-four keeps things steady. Only those who violate the
rules are given harsh punishments, and those who wait, are often better off. Better schooling, better jobs, and a better economy for all.”
I wrinkled my nose. Were they seriously giving me basic information like I didn’t know it? “I hardly ever request anything. I want this.”
“We can’t do that,” another one said. “Adventurer Hero, perhaps we could raise what the government pays you for your annual salary?”
“Who are you?” I stared at the new man. I hated new people. They didn’t understand a damn thing, it was so obvious. He didn’t even bother to do research on me. “What do you think you pay me, huh?”
“I don’t know off the top of my head,” he admitted.
“That’s because it’s nothing. I had over thirteen billion credits since I was ten. I told everyone to stop paying me.” I wasn’t some super awesome Adventurer that saved people for money or the fame. I only saved people because I could. Because if I didn’t, people would die, and I’d feel guilty. I hated guilt. I had enough of that in my heart, and I didn’t need anymore. I growled at the new guy, being sure to put him in his place. “Don’t even try and use the money.”
“He’s right,” a man to the left answered. “He’s right. He’s been defending our planet since he was just a child. He hasn’t demanded much. What’s one date?”
“It’s a girl,” another one said.
“It’s a woman.”
“It’s a woman still in school, so she is considered a girl and under her parents care.”
“Legal age is past the Age of Social Independence. She’s already nineteen, far older than sixteen. She is Hero’s age approximately.”
“No. The fact is, Hero, there is no way we can do this and have it look good,” Bose said. Bose was the closest thing I had to any pack. He was the one that was there the first day the human race discovered me. Without him, I probably would have been forced to fight against the humans to save myself. “You need to forget this,” Bose said, “I don’t see good things coming from it.”
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