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Keep reading for an exclusive sneak peek from A Wolf's Hunger by Asa Maria Bradley! It releases on February 16th!
Can an alpha wolf catch a thief who bends the laws of physics?
Wolf shifter and billionaire Arek Varg runs a security company specializing in bodyguards, extraction teams, and hostage rescue. He’s also the alpha of all the Western Packs and uses his ancient Odin medallion to connect with his packs’ magic and lead his wolves as a cohesive unit. With war brewing between the four major shifter coalitions, the last thing he needs is a mysterious woman stealing his relic. He’ll use all of his resources to hunt her down.
And if he does, will she tame him?
Former museum curator Dr. Laney Marconi was the darling of the magical artifacts’ academic world until she fell from grace due to a scandal based on false accusations. She now reclaims stolen items for insurance companies, using her witch powers that manipulate parallel dimensions. When a routine case turns into a disaster of epic proportions, she needs to evade the sexy shifter she stole from long enough to figure out who set her up.
The hunt is on.
But with Arek hot on her heels, Laney is forced to decide if salvaging the few crumbs left of her good reputation is worth teaming up with the alpha wolf whose ice-blue gaze pierces her shields while he demands nothing less than her soul.
It seemed a sad way to end her life, hanging from a hook in the ceiling while slowly turning in a circle, which gave her an alternating view of a very sad lamp, a folding chair, and a whip.
Laney tried to pull herself up on the hook again. She'd thought at first that if she just lifted her body a little bit, she could kind of jump and slip off the hook. But it was no use. Her arms weren't strong enough. She'd also tried to scream for help, but considering nobody came to her aid during the "conversation," she had no high hopes that she'd attract a rescuer. Besides, her broken voice didn't carry very far anyway.
She sniffed a little as a tear trailed down her cheek but then defiantly blinked to dry her eyes. She didn't need to waste any more moisture when she was already so dehydrated.
A small scratching sound came from outside, and Laney held her breath to hear better. It sounded like claws scraping against metal.
Please, please, don't be rats. She whimpered and then forced herself to be quiet. Dying of dehydration and starvation was definitely a much better way to leave this world than to be eaten alive by rats.
Suddenly, the door flew open with a bang, and Laney blinked against a bright spotlight aimed at her eyes. It took her a little while to clear her vision, and when she did, she kept blinking because what she saw didn't make sense. It had become night during the hours she'd been swinging on the hook. She welcomed the cool breeze wafting in from outside. Against the backdrop of the intense light from a building opposite and illuminated rain-spattered asphalt stood two wolves the size of small ponies. One was slate gray with a white blaze running from the tip of its nose to the forehead. It watched her with cold ice-blue eyes. The other's pelt was entirely silver, and its forest green gaze was equally chilly.
The grey wolf stepped into the room. Laney shook her head wildly. She'd rather be eaten by rats than torn apart by wild beasts. "No," she tried to scream, but it came out a hoarse whisper from her cracked lips.
The air around the wolf shimmered, and Arek Varg stood in its place. A very naked, very muscular Arek Varg.
Laney blinked again. Did fever dreams start when a person was close to the end?
"Dr. Marconi, I presume?" Varg asked.
Laney nodded, still staring, trying not to look lower than his face. She was in a lot of pain. But this was a delicious fever dream, and she was a little curious as to what her subconscious would create below Varg's waist.
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