“What the fate is this?” she yells.
“It’s a coupon for a hug.”
“You can’t be serious!”
Sol smiles wide. “I totally am.” Opening his arms, he says, “Come on. Bring it in.”
I bust out laughing. “Do it, little mouse!” I yell to my mate. “Take him up on it!” Ari might be a big bad wolf shifter, but she will always be a little mouse to me, full of bite.
She narrows her eyes at me. I can have fun, too.
Leaning in, she hugs Sol, who wraps his arms around her. Jealousy flares inside me, however, the vampire would never harm or try anything with my mate.
But then…
Sol turns toward me and winks. He lifts his hand and in the blink of an eye, teleports them away.
I jump to my feet and growl. That vampire has a death wish.
Carter and Cash rush to my side. “We’re coming with you,” Cash says, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Ford lifts the paper that had fallen to the table before Sol and Ari teleported. The paper that was inside the box. He opens it up and grins. He teleports to my side and hands it to me.
Tag! You’re it! it reads.
And that’s how we end up playing a game of paranormal tag on our wedding day. Using portals and teleporting, we move all around the world in search of the next paranormal to tag. This is paws down one of the best days of my life.
About Michelle
Michelle Dare is a romance author. Her stories range from sweet to sinful and from new adult to fantasy. There aren’t enough hours in the day for her to write all of the story ideas in her head. When not writing or reading, she’s a wife and mom living in eastern Pennsylvania. One day she hopes to be writing from a beach where she will never have to see snow or be cold again.
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Soul Mate
A Helheim Wolf Pack Short Story
Lauren Dawes
Will they risk it all for a shot at forever?
1
King filled up his cup with beer from the keg and took a sip. The air around him was filled with the scents of freely flowing alcohol, lust, and sex. There were bodies everywhere, people either writhing to the beat of the music pumping through the four large speakers he had positioned around the living room, or discreetly fucking in one of the dark corners. Behind him in the kitchen, the granite countertop was getting a workout, holding about a hundred cups, bowls of chips, and the keg.
The party had only started twenty minutes ago, but in true werewolf fashion, shit had gotten out of hand in under ten.
And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Walking through the crowd, he pounded fists with the males who held out their
knuckles and kissed the females on the cheeks. This was his farewell party. Tomorrow, he was moving across the other side of the country to start as an enforcer for a relatively new alpha called Hamish. The guy was a Bitten wolf who had proved himself and earned a slice of territory in Florida. King had applied for the position as enforcer, not thinking he’d actually get it. He’d barely finished his training under the careful instruction of Sabel, the Helheim Wolf captain, so when he’d received the invitation to join Hamish’s ranks, he’d jumped at the chance.
Rubbing a hand over his sternum, he tried not to think about how much leaving the Helheim pack was going to hurt. His family was here. His alpha was here…
And she was here.
Olivia Wolfe—daughter of the pack’s beta—and his best friend.