Her Wolfen Destiny
Dakota
Trace
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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