The Possessive Alpha's Claim

world was

d to make sense of it. The scent was undeniably that of a person-a male, to be specific. A wolf s

scent might be. But as she struggled to open her eyes, the fog of sleep still thick around

slowly, she looked toward her alarm clock-but it was gone. Her bedside table was mis

of breath, she sat u

room. She wasn

The walls were smooth light cream sandstone, interrupted only by small, practical niches that served as shelves. The floors were carpeted in soft, plush be

but the situation left her

any danger. Rhea smirked at her wolf's lack of concern. She was the one in a strange p

ght. Rhea didn't remember going out at all, let alone meeting anyone. And c

at she'd never wear for a night out, and there

fé at noon, but beyond that, there was nothing. No memory of getting there. Of course, she

male. That ruled out one possibility: she wasn't in the clutches of Magnus, the pack's alpha, who was always pressuring her to be his mate, despite her disinterest. Her father wasn't likely to help e

notice if she

t of beige curtains. Swinging her legs off the bed, she stood up, though dizzine

vealing a bay window-but it was locked. Looking outside, she saw that it was late afterno

ng in the air, thi

t this place wasn't just on a cliff-it was the cliff. With its arched, lit balconies and smooth stairways leading to various levels, it re

The.

caves being hollowed out and turned into homes or even hotels, but nothing like this. The warm, contemporary design took her by surprise. She had a feeling she was still somewhere in Californi

wasn't exactly her first instinct, not when she was angry, confused, and more than a little woozy. Plus, if these wolves had any intention of hurting her,

n the door h

ted, knocking h

ed again, frustration

fters, and she was being locked in a room like some kind of prisoner. He

r captive speaking!

g and the door creaking open. Rhea found herself staring up-way up-at wha

that screamed amusement, an

awake.

ich dwarf mi

sarcasm was her defense mechanism, and

rk grew

wants to sp

Alpha

ed. "Fo

e tunnels seemed endless, like some kind of underground ant colony. As they walked, she noticed the smooth, light cream wal

I am?" she asked, her

d shortly," he repli

e?" she asked, gro

ill explain

he could stop it. The man ju

abinets, black marble countertops, platinum appliances. At the center of the room, a long oak dining table was surrounded by a small grou

early hit

cking Bla