Adam Reece, Alpha of The Black Paw Pack, follows all the rules but he can’t resist teasing Katherine Moon. Pack law frowns on wolves and witches mating, so the resident Earth Witch has become his friend and confidant, nothing more.
Life is good. Kat’s blessed by the Goddess who connects her to the earth and the wolf pack she watches over, even the Alpha who only seems happy when he’s pestering her. But she wants more—namely the forbidden attention of a certain steadfast Alpha with a boyish grin. Too bad crossing that line isn’t an option.
When a tragic accident threatens to steal her from him forever, Adam must make the hard decision—save Kat or lose her forever, even if she never forgives him.
Kat weaved her way through her workshop and turned on the tap over the sink. She brushed her hair back and washed her face. It had been her own fault for getting into a mud-flinging fight with Jessie. The shifter girl could move fast, and Kat ended up with the majority of the dirt plastered on her. Large splatters covered her shirt and the back of her jeans. Coupled with the coffee stain on the front, the shirt couldn’t be saved. She needed a bath. If anyone wanted her, they’d have to search for her there.
The door opened behind her. She might have missed it that morning when he’d managed to sneak up on her, but he didn’t try that now. He always smelled awesome, earthy, inviting, and familiar. She turned to face him, the witty line she’d been about to deliver, died on her lips at the sight of him.
“Adam, what’s wrong?”
He moved sluggishly, as if he carried a huge weight on his shoulders. Dark shadows tinted the skin beneath his eyes, and tension tightened his shoulders, making his posture rigid. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, and he seemed tired, withdrawn and hurt. Not many people saw him like this. He took his role as Alpha very seriously, except with her. He never showed weakness.
He took a few steps toward her, and she stopped herself from reaching out and holding him. Touching him would destroy the playful friendship they had, and bring to the surface the reason for the underlying tension between them, at least for her. The pretending would stop, and in her mind, it only ended one way, with her leaving the pack she loved.
She didn’t want to go, but it would be easier than facing the fact she liked a shifter. Witches didn’t have relationships with wolves, well some might, but the wolves they loved were lower in the pack hierarchy, not Alphas. A relationship between them would be impossible, and she had no clue if he felt the same way. Why risk everything she knew and loved on a girlish crush?
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