Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

Had she lost her damn mind?

My patience ran out. With a snarl, I let my alpha presence wash over her,

holding nothing back. “Shift!”

She staggered backward and whined in protest, but I pushed my power

into her and forced the change.

Her body convulsed as her back arched and limbs extended with pops and

cracks. She howled in protest as her fur retracted into her skin and bright red

hair poured down from her scalp. Her lips curled in a snarl as her muzzle

retracted, then relaxed into the familiar curves of Savannah’s face.

Her expression of fury and betrayal faded into one of sheer relief. With a

shudder and a cry of triumph, she dropped to her knees, naked on the stone

floor—completely human once again.

I turned my head away and held out the towel.

Although my eyes were trained on the windows, the image of her body

burned in my mind. The inviting dip of her back and smooth curves of her

ass. The vibrant, bittersweet red hair draped across her skin. The way her

chest and bare breasts rose and fell as she hung her head, and the exhausted

smile of relief on her soft, full lips.

It was far more than I had meant to see but far less than I wanted.

I turned the rest of my body to give her privacy and to conceal my sudden

stiffness, though she’d surely smell my arousal all the same. Even with years

of practice, it was too much to hide.

I silently cursed.

What was happening? Women shifted around me all the time. It was who

we were. Wolfborn. There was no shame in it, and we all understood when

others in the pack felt glimmers of desire. It was instinct. Natural.

But I had never, never felt like this.

Heat flushed my neck as I imagined Savannah crawling to me across the

tile, her pale eyes inviting me to join her on the floor. I was so aroused, it

hurt. And worse, I could smell her readiness, a deeply repressed scent of