The Last Werewolf Bride Complete Trilogy (3 page)

I stuffed a small black duffel bag with
several changes of clothes, some errant toiletries, a photo album
from my childhood and a small jewelry box which had belonged to my
mother.

After locating my cell phone I sent a single
text message to Liza.

“I’m going west to be a farmer. I will write.
Love, Jessa.” Let her make of that what she would. I left the phone
on the futon. I would not be needing it.

My mate awaited me on the balcony. His eyes
glittered in the dark night. He licked my hand as I climbed onto
his back, nestling my face in his heady animal scent. With a great
leap he sailed over the top of the balcony and we landed neatly on
the sidewalk below.

I heard a wild shriek. “Ah! It’s a wolf! And
he’s got a girl!”

Yes, he did. And then we were gone.

THE LAST WEREWOLF BRIDE 2:
Mating Season

T
he gown was perfect.
I ran my hands over the delicious satiny fabric. I didn’t want to
take it off. Tomorrow would be my wedding day. Marcus had been
amused by my desire for a proper wedding but indulged me
nonetheless. The rest of the pack seemed eager to please their new
queen and a look out the window at the idyllic setting showed me
the pains they were taking to fulfill my dreams. The men were
placing the finishing touches on the white painted archway they had
built and the women were creating a canopy of roses over the
altar.

Tomorrow the rose petal aisle would be flanked
by the Dark Claws family. I would walk down the length of it slowly
and at the end join with him. My lover, my king, my wolf. Marcus.
It had been three weeks since the werewolf took me under a full
moon and erased the virginal school girl forever. I had recognized
his words as truth when told me of my destiny. My blood was the
last of an ancient line of alpha queens, meant to be mated with the
strongest of the werewolves. The right to claim me was won by
Marcus.

The knock at the door was timid but it
interrupted my reverie. “My lady?”

I rolled my eyes. “You can come in, Tania.” I
had told all of them repeatedly that did not have to refer to me in
royal terms but Marcus told me to hush, saying it pleased them to
serve their queen.

Tania’s lank brown hair was in her face. She
was a thin, homely girl but I had not missed her looks of naked
lust whenever Marcus was nearby. However, she showed no outward
signs of resenting my presence and had willingly assisted me since
the day of my arrival. She nodded at the window where preparations
continued in the clearing which surrounded the mix of cabins where
the members of the pack resided. “We all hope the day will make you
happy. We do want you to be happy here.”

I nodded. “It is lovely. I will thank everyone
again.” How could I not be happy? I had left behind a lonesome
thankless life in a place where I was scarcely noticed. Human men
had never treasured me, always looking past my slightly chubby form
for a better option. Here, in the rural home of the Dark Claws of
northern Idaho, I was cherished, significant. The pack regarded me
with a quiet awe. As for Marcus, I could not fairly articulate the
feelings his attentions produced. I wanted him. I wanted to please
him. And incredibly, he felt the same. He had fought for me and now
he would have me forever.

Suddenly the door pushed into Tania’s back and
Marcus’s devilish grin appeared. I put a demure hand over my
breasts and scolded him. “You aren’t supposed to see the bride in
her wedding dress. It’s bad luck.”

He wore no shirt and my sex moistened warmly
at the sight of him. He winked. “Then the bride should remove her
wedding dress.”

Tania was looking at the floor, an unreadable
expression on her face. She mumbled something and hurried out.
Marcus closed the door behind her. I stood. “Really Marcus, we
should save something for the wedding night.”

He ignored me and pulled up my dress. “Ah, no
panties.” His fingered played. “And you’re ready for
me.”

I protested weakly but knew it was futile. My
body would not let me refuse him. Already he had discarded his
jeans and released that throbbing instrument which had so many
times already brought me an undulating quiver of bliss. He was
gazing hungrily at my breasts and even in my fever of passion I
feared he would tear the dress fabric to reach them. With shaking
hands I managed to undo the first few buttons and pull the dress
down. His mouth was on my nipples immediately. I had come to enjoy
his playful nips on my breasts, as the nipples hardened and yearned
for more.

His mighty organ reached for me and I bent to
it, endlessly fascinated by the girth and the intensity. I licked
the sides and rolled the hard head in my mouth as he shuddered with
impatience. “I need to have you,” he moaned. But I had learned how
to tease him properly. The act was so much more intense if his
arousal time was lengthened. I carefully draped my dress across a
nearby chair. He gripped my flesh hungrily. He would take me soon,
whether I protested or not. I turned and allowed the peachy skin of
my ass to rub across his cock. I rose and lowered and rose again in
a slow rhythm that toyed with his hot length.

Finally he’d had enough. He turned me and bent
me roughly, spreading my legs and letting himself sink into that
waiting moist split at my center. I loved the tight seize of his
hands over my wide hips, though I knew I would have bruises
later.

“Harder,” I insisted. “Harder,” as his pace
reached a frenetic rock of primal thrusting. I was unprepared for
the orgasm and shouted my pleasure as the wild satisfaction coursed
through my body. Marcus would give me the white dress and the
ceremony, but they mattered little. He already possessed me. His
seed filled me and I wondered how long until it took root inside. I
had been disappointed last week when my period came just like
clockwork. The thought of carrying a growing piece of the Dark
Claws alpha in my body filled me with unutterable arousal and
longing.

Marcus was speaking as he hurriedly dressed.
“We’ll be gone an hour or two.” He flashed me a grin. “How many
werewolves does it take to try on a tuxedo?”

I tilted my head, not minding my nudity. “How
many?”

Marcus didn’t answer. He lifted me up and I
let my legs snake around his waist. “Soon, Jessa. Soon our cub will
be growing strong inside you. And his birth will dawn a new day for
the Dark Claws.” He kissed me deep, then pulled back, his eyes
regretful. “If I stay any longer I’ll need you again.” He would be
bringing all the male brethren who would be participating in
tomorrow’s big day as they all needed to retrieve their
tuxedos.

Just as he was about to duck out the door I
called his name. He turned and I touched my sore pussy in front of
his ravenous eyes. “Don’t consider being gentle tomorrow
night.”

He grinned dryly and gave a stiff little bow.
“My queen, we won’t be gentle with each other.”

I listened as he gathered up his brothers and
cousins for the ride into town. They were a rowdy, playful bunch
and I could hear much roughhousing and terse growling amid the
gunning of engines. As the sound of the vehicles receded, I picked
up my wedding gown and pulled it to my chest. Sometimes when I
awoke in the morning I worried all the impossible events of the
last several weeks would have been a dream. I would still be that
lonely girl selecting marathon Netflix programming while sitting on
my red futon with a carton of ice cream. But the moment Marcus
landed on my balcony and rapidly seduced me that life was over. I
would be queen at his side, and someday mother to pack’s future
alpha.

The existence of this unknown world still
fascinated me. Almost as much as my werewolf’s body fascinated me.
The thought of his splendid naked form brought a swirl of warm
pleasure from within and I smiled. Slowly I pulled on my dress and
stared at myself in the mirror. My wildest fantasies could not have
conjured a more perfect destiny.

I heard the creak of the door. I figured Tania
had returned to help with any further preparations. I turned, about
to speak and was faced with a frightening white wolf. I knew the
shapes of the pack by now as well as I knew their faces. This wolf
was not of the Dark Claws. He lowered his head and growled, baring
his teeth as presently a second and then a third wolf joined him. I
had never seen any of them before. A scream was on my lips when a
man entered.

His hair was closely shaven, so blonde as to
be nearly white. His figure was imposing; he was nearly as large
and muscled as Marcus. He wore a black leather jacket over a bare
chest which showed an enormous tattoo of a set of bared animal
teeth. He put a finger to his lips and smiled. The smile was icy.
“Shhhh. Come quietly and there will be no blood.”

I glanced out the window in a panic. No one
was in sight. All the strongest men had left for town. The
remaining women, children and elderly would be torn to shreds by
the likes of this pack. One look at the cold eyes of the alpha and
the glowing glares of his brethren told me they did not mind taking
blood. “Who are you?” I whispered.

He enjoyed answering the question. “Rocco of
the Iron Jaws.” He stepped closer to me, leering at my body. He
placed a finger at the rim of my dress where my breasts heaved with
fear. “And you belong to me.”

I understood. At least I thought I did. Marcus
had told me of his fight to win the right to claim me. I tried not
to less my voice betray my terror as I mocked him. “So you were the
loser.”

That he did not like. A low grow came from his
throat and his eyes flashed the wolf glow. Just as quickly he
regained control and that smooth voice spoke again. His breath was
hot against my face. “Once your pack gets our scent there will be
fight.” His searing tongue ran down my neck and I gasped. “A fight
they will not win. And you will be mine just the same.”

Several of the wolves snarled and spun to the
open door. Tania’s plain head appeared. I opened my mouth to shout
a warning but her smile caught me off guard. She looked flushed and
nearly pretty as she addressed Rocco. “So now that you have her,
take her.”

Rocco smirked. “And your support is
appreciated, sweet girl.” He nodded to the wolves. “I will carry
the queen to the house.” He jerked his head in Tania’s direction.
“Do with this one what you like.”

Tania’s smile froze on her face. She opened
her mouth but no scream came out. Rocco heaved me over one strong
shoulder and carried me out the door. The last I heard of Tania
were her soft cries of “No, no, please!!!” as the walls
shook.

Once outside Rocco threw me down. I heard the
dim laughter of children as I struggled to regain my breath. Rocco
leaned into my face. He smelled of blood. “You will hold to me,
sweet queen. Or the innocent in your pack will suffer.” He removed
his jacket with that he changed into the wolf. With a jerk of his
head he motioned for me to climb on his back. Tears pricked at my
eyes as I gripped his bristly white fur. I longed to fight back but
knew I would be risking the most helpless members of the
pack.

What would Marcus do? He would certainly come
after me. And then what? These grim Iron Jaws seemed far different
from the playful Dark Claws. I could not be certain he would
survive a fight.

A high gurgle of death reached my ears and a
moment later the other three wolves burst out of the cabin. Blood
stained their snouts and splattered their fur. One wolf picked up
Rocco’s dropped jacket in his teeth and bolted into the woods. As
the other two followed I saw the bloody prints they left on the
white canvas which had been laid out to serve as the bridal aisle.
With a giant leap Rocco chased the other Iron Jaws. I caught sight
of a figure at the edge of the woods. Sasha, mate of Marcus’s
brother Kiko, was returning from the woods with a basket of
flowers. He face wore a mask of horror as we sped past. I closed my
eyes, and gripped the brutal monster’s neck as we traveled swiftly
through the cool woods.

I could not say how long our journey lasted,
but the sky had long since gone dark when we finally stopped. I
fell from Rocco’s back, coughing in the dirt. The wolves ignored me
as they entered a low splintered structure which had suffered a
great many neglectful years.

I glanced around. There was no moon and no
lighting save a harsh glow of fire from inside the cabin. No roads
were visible, nor any other manmade structures. As the trees
whispered in the wind I realized escape would be impossible.
Presently two werewolves emerged. They wore only dark pants and
sported chest tattoos identical to Marcus’s. Wordlessly they each
gripped me by an arm and dragged me into the cabin.

I blinked as my eyes struggled to adjust
inside. A deep fire pit burned in the center of the dirt floor. The
windows were without glass. As many as a dozen fierce werewolves
lined the perimeter of their pit. Rocco stood at the far side of
the room with his back to everyone. I had known him as the alpha
from the moment I saw him. As he turned my stomach lurched with
fear once more. There was a cruel set to his face which nearly
knocked the wind out of me. Marcus had never terrified me like
this. No one had.

His two brethren did not release my arms.
Their rigid grips were terribly bruising but I would not give them
the satisfaction of crying out. Utter silence reigned as the Iron
Jaws waited for their alpha’s next move.