LUNEWULF 1: PACK LAW
LORIE O’CLARE
Prologue
“I’ve got the list!”
Sophia Rousseau jumped off the couch and hurried over to her older sister. Gertrude barely had a chance to take off her coat before Sophie grabbed the stapled sheets of paper from her sister’s hand.
“I don’t know why you are so excited to read that bitch’s list.” Elsa, Sophie’s younger sister, appeared in the doorway. “She’s trying to control our lives by telling us who to mate with.”
Sophie rolled her eyes. Elsa always put a damper on things. “Quit acting like a rebellious teenager.”
Sophie returned to the couch and her sisters scrunched in on either side of her. Holding her breath, she ran her finger over her pack mate’s names, searching for her own.
“Oh my God.” She stared at the three werewolves who Grandmother Rousseau, their pack leader, had determined would be her mates. She mouthed the three names quietly to herself: Niklas Alexander, Lukas Kade, and Jonathan Abram. For a moment, she forgot to breathe.
“You fucking scored,” Gertrude whispered, grabbing the sheets to look for her own name.
Sophie stood up and walked over to the large window that looked out over the sprawling front yard. The urge to change crawled through her system, the desire to experience her emotions in their rawest forms. Her bones ached to grow stronger, stretch; a tickle began at the back of her neck, tiny hairs itching to grow, and transform her into the beautiful beast that waited within.
“I wonder if Nik already knows.” She stared out the window. An image of his penetrating blue eyes appeared before her, eyes that always watched her, judged her. And showed what he wanted to do to her. He would be her alpha male—she would see to it. She would fuck him first, and she would do it soon.
“You better learn to want all of your mates.” Elsa’s disapproving tone didn’t faze Sophie. “We’re the lucky bitches who get to breed with three wolves.”
Her imitation of their grandmother made Sophie smile. In spite of her sister’s views, Sophie didn’t find it disgusting at all. They were lucky to have three wolves at their beck and call—especially three fine wolves like hers! She turned around and grinned at her sisters.
“Nik will be my alpha. But Jonathan and Lukas are good men too.”
“You just love the idea of fucking all of them.” Gertrude giggled, handing the list of names to Elsa. “I got the men that I wanted, too.”
Elsa tossed the stapled sheets onto the coffee table. “I don’t want any of these wolves. I don’t see how you two can be so excited about being told who to fuck. Shit ladies, this is the twenty-first century, not the dark ages.”
“You need to take more pride in being lunewulf ,” Gertrude told her.
“I agree.” Sophie turned again to stare past the yard, the itch to run across the meadows distracting her.
The rich scent of the earth, the wonderful array of greens, with the endless deep blue sky overhead would soothe the fears she couldn’t seem to overcome despite her acceptance of pack law. But it excited her too. She would have three werewolves, all different, their bodies and cocks hers to explore. She wanted to lie in the meadow, imagining them, and run her fingers in and out of her soaked pussy.
But three werewolves! Could she handle three?
Ignoring her own fears, she turned her attention back to her sister.
“Whether or not you agree with the methods the pack has decided upon, it’s important to keep the lunewulf breed strong. We’re one of the oldest breeds of werewolves in the world. And you know males outnumber females. We get three mates so that we don’t die out.”
“I’m not going to be shackled to three men.” Elsa would get herself in trouble if she protested too loud, but Sophie was tired of arguing with her.
Not to mention, she’d rather dream about what was in store for her: Nik, with his powerful
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