ALPHA ETHAN SMITHS - BLOOD MOON PACK
Ethan was speaking with his men about perimeter adjustments after Clara's departure when the surge hit. A raw, ancient pull, so violent it nearly knocked him off his feet, slammed into his core, yanking him toward the woods behind the pack house. His entire body convulsed. His wolf, Cole, lunged forward, snarling, tearing at his control.
'Mine. Mate. NOW!'
He didn’t remember running. Trees blurred. Grass tore under his boots. He burst through the final line of pines and stumbled to a halt at the edge of the stream and forgot how to breathe.
Alicia was standing in the water, waist-deep, her thin, soaked dress clinging to every curve like moonlit silk.
But it wasn’t just the dress.
She was different, radiant, ethereal, and undeniably powerful.
He
