MARRIED TO THE THREE ALPHAS

off your fuc

ss the table, the blond wolf shifter kept his eyes on the s

moss-green gaze briefly illuminated

e chug of stout. I stared at him for a beat, just waiting for the leather-clad wolf to take it back, but when he s

s texting his mom.

t had branched off from the wildly successful Farrow's Pub in Soren's lake tourism empire, conversations al

talking to his

ng but grossly underwhelming in terms of comfort. Not like the biggest season of the year for Redwood Grove was about to kick off or anything-the one tha

night suck

lass tumbler, its ice nearly gone, the bourbon too cheap

ond locks, smoothing back that long on the top, shaved on the sides cut. "They go to the bar and drink a lot, share stories, talk, laugh, scope out the females, and then go for a run." He finally clicked the little button on the top of his phone, then set it on the table, his bottle of Belgian beer downe

ne out of sight despite it buzzing awa

nd I had the biggest issue with Soren and his wolf, but no surprise there. Close in age with an or

able t

im the pack throne for ourselves, didn't go away just because as men

wouldn't say more than five words total going into this disaster-

e wolf, a solitary alpha from England who had somehow ended up in our neck of the Canadian wilderness fuck only knew when. According to Soren's dad, one day the silent, brooding wolf was just there, content to live

etween me and Soren, sober and in control, annoyingly calm, quas

's r

and hands slapped with a giddy tremor. It had been way too long since I unleashed the beast, and my inner wolf, my companion for life, had grown surly and frustrated as the summer dragged on. Unfortunately, my life ne

hatever the hell this was to b

n and squinted into the ligh

tossing cash onto the table to pay for our tab. Despite owning this territory, it was still a human's world; supernatural and shifter communities remained in the shadows, secret and