Under An Alaskan Moon: A Shifter Romance

by Scarlett McLeod

  Faye turned to her side, snuggling closer to the man who held her heart. Leaning forward, the sheets rustled as she dropped a light kiss on his lips. He grinned like a mad man in his sleep and pulled her closer, nearly smothering her with his cuddle-monster tendencies.

  Her giggles were what woke Colin a few minutes later. She was still naked. Her breasts were against his chest as he laid on top of her.

  “Colin, you're smothering me!” She laughed, tangling her hands in his hair.

  “Oops, my bad,” murmured Colin, snuggling into her neck further and pressing kisses on the pulse point there, making no move to ease up on her.

  He heard her sharp intake of breath and smirked. She squirmed out from under him and thumped him on the chest. He pouted, alone in the rumpled bed. “Come back,” he demanded, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

  She grinned mischievously. “Later,” she promised. “Shower. I'm hungry.”

  Colin stretched and watched as her eyes went to where the sheet was barely covering him. He grinned. “So shower together?” he asked.

  “Huh?” she asked. She wrapped the blanket around her tighter to ward off the chill of the room and dragged her eyes away from his chest. She couldn't think straight when all she saw was his delicious golden skin. She needed to do more exploring. Soon.

  “Shower?” he asked again, sitting up and leaning back on his elbows.

  “Then food.” Faye was back on track.

  She disappeared into the bathroom and Colin bounded after her. She shrieked when he grabbed her from behind. She laughed when he started to clumsily dance, knocking into the sink and hitting his shin on the toilet.

  “Colin.” She laughed. “Stop!”

  “Never,” he breathed, eyeing the new awareness in her eyes that hadn't been there before. They were fully bonded now, as all mates should be. She would be his forever.

  After an extended shower, Faye climbed out squeaking as Colin's palm connected with her butt cheek.

  “Behave.” She waggled her finger at him.

  He snapped his teeth at her as she disappeared into the bedroom to get dressed. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out to see her pulling out a pair of jeans and a tank top out of her closet.

  “Nope,” he said, “you're not wearing that.”

  “Excuse me?” questioned Faye with raised eyebrows. “You never had a problem with what I wear.”

  “Slow your roll.” Colin chuckled. “I'm taking you on a date.”

  “A date?” asked Faye, feeling excitement flooding her. “Aren't we kind of doing things backwards?”

  He laughed with her as he nodded. “Yeah, I guess we are,” he admitted sheepishly. “Your fault, though. You jumped me last night.”

  “Excuse me!” gasped Faye, hurling the nearest object she could grab at him. “I did not!”

  “Oh take me to bed.” Colin mocked her as she caught the pillow she had chunked at him. He threw his hands in the air and spoke in a really high-pitched voice. “Take me to bed!”

  “Okay, first of all,” Faye sputtered, “I do not sound like that! Secondly, I recall you being right there with me, Mr. Five-hundred-year-old-virgin.”

  Colin grinned at her. She was stunning when she was all riled up. “Whatever lets you sleep at night.” He couldn't resist poking her a bit more.

  “You-you-ugh!” She couldn't come up with an insult that was good enough.She glared furiously at him for a moment and then waved her arms around as she climbed on the bed. “Where are my clothes from last night?”

  Colin's eyes flashed gold as he eyed her figure that was bare from the waist up. He handed over her pajamas, her sweatshirt, shorts, and her sports bra.

  “My panties?” she asked, pulling her bra over her head and wriggling it into place with a little jump, making the bed squeak as she jumped on it.

  He grinned sheepishly, pushing his honey hair out of his eyes. “I'll buy you a new pair,” he promised. “We’re in France. They have lots of stuff here.”

  “Colin!” she scolded, throwing a pillow at him. “You've got to stop shredding my underwear.”

  “It's not my fault!” he protested, raising his hands defensively.

  “So it's mine then, is what you're saying?” She rolled her eyes.

  “Completely and absolutely.” He smiled adoringly at her.

  She couldn’t even pretend to be mad at him as she pulled him close to her. “I love you,” she said softly.

  “I love you,” he answered, “always and forever.”

  ~The End~

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  Prologue

  ROSE

  “Come on, Rose. Go!”

  I sigh and lean back on my bed, ignoring my best friend, Marcus.

  “Rosealine Washington, get up. We’re going to that party,” Marcus says as he pulls the covers off of me.

  “Marcus, I don’t want to go. I don’t do parties, and Nick barely knows my name anymore, so I don’t think he’d be sad if I don’t show up.” Marcus ignores everything I say. He rummages my closet and pulls out a tight black dress, the one he bought me for Christmas and I’ve yet to wear.

  “He knows your name! You’re the beta’s daughter. You literally grew up with him. And even if he doesn’t know your name, it doesn’t matter. It’s not like it’s a private birthday and he’s the only one going. The whole pack will be there!” he says as he takes out my only pair of heels that are, unfortunately, six inches in length.

  “Do you know how much trouble I will get into if Jake sees me drinking? And I know that is the only reason you want to go because you don’t even like Nick.”

  “Yes, I know how mad your sexy brother will be if he sees us drinking, but he won’t! There will be tons of people there, and they will be so drunk, all we will be is a blur to them, so get dressed.”

  I groan knowing he’s right but still not wanting to go. I haven’t been out in a while, but I think this might be good for the soul.

  I change into the tiny dress and want to crawl back into my sweats immediately. After a short argument with Marcus, I change into some sandals, and NOT the ankle-breaking heels.

  The soon-to-be-alpha, Nick Rollins, is having a birthday party tonight. The whole pack is invited, and some others from neighboring packs. My brother, Jake, the future beta, specifically told me not to touch the alcohol tonight. He knows how I can get when I’m drunk―emotional and vulnerable. Even though this is my pack and I should trust them, Jake and I know there’s a few of them that would risk their lives to get a piece of…well, anything, really.

  Jake’s always been a protective brother towards me. There’s been way too many times in my fifteen years of living that he’s had to pick me up and put me back on my feet after a guy has broken me down to barely anything. Relationships are never really my forte. They always end up with me falling too hard for a guy that just wants what’s under my clothes. But I don’t realize that until it’s too late. I never gave in to the douchebags, mostly because my parents wouldn’t let their fifteen-year-old daughter have a boy in her room, but that didn’t stop the bastards from trying something when we were away from the house. Thankfully, I’m a beta’s daughter, so I have enough strength to get away from them. I haven’t had a boyfriend since the last one though. I took the broken arm he gave me as a warning that the moon goddess didn’t want me to date before my mate.

  “Ooooh, looking like a whole meal, girl!”

  I just shake my head at Marcus with a smile on my face. He always knows how to boost my ego at just the right amount.

  “Well, if that wasn’t a confidence boost, then I don’t know what is.”

  We laugh, and Marcus starts talking about finding our mates, a topic Marc
us always brings up. He’s a hopeless romantic and constantly talks about how he wants his mate to sweep him off his feet. I try to tell him that maybe he shouldn’t put his standards so high so he doesn’t get let down, but he never listens.

  Marcus is gay, so finding his mate in a pack with less than ten gay wolves is a hard thing to do. Most guys don’t find their mates until they’re eighteen, but luckily, or not so lucky for me, us girls find them at sixteen. My birthday is in two months, so wolf and I have been anxious. She’s happy anxious, and I’m more dreading anxious. I don’t not want a mate but just not right now.

  After curling my hair and putting some lipstick and mascara on, Marcus and I head out the door. I love the look of a full-face of makeup, but I just don’t feel up to it tonight.

  With my father being a beta, we live pretty close to the pack house, so as soon as we step out, we can hear and see the party. Music is blasting through the speakers, and there are multi-colored lights going off. Kids are grinding on each other while others sit and talk at the bar.

  We make our way to the backyard but stop when we spot my brother and Nick. They’re talking to two of the girls from the pack, Amber and Ashley. I nudge Marcus and tell him to go the opposite direction.

  We finally make it out to the backyard and to a small corner without being caught. If Jake knew I was here, he’d sober up real quick and watch my every move. He deserves not to be my babysitter for a night, so staying hidden is for the best.

  “If you see or sense them, let me know. I don’t want them seeing us.”

  Marcus nods in agreement and runs to the bar, grabbing whatever they have available. It’s beer, and I grimace at the cup, hating the taste but loving the feeling that comes with it. Being drunk or at least a little tipsy lets me escape from all the thoughts in my head.

  Werewolves don’t get drunk or high easy, so it takes a few cups before I’m even tipsy. I stay in my corner for most of the night, Marcus having disappeared to talk to some guys in the opposite corner of me.

  Taking a drink, I look around the backyard. They really did invite the whole pack, even the adults and elders. I spot Nick’s younger brothers in the corner. Nick is turning eighteen tonight, but his brother Noah is two years younger, closer to my age at sixteen.

  As if catching me staring, Noah turns to me and grins. I grin back at him and motion him to come over to me. Noah and I have always been close, and even though we haven’t talked in forever, I still like his company. He was always right there with Jake, helping me to get over this week’s loser I fell in love with. Maybe I am a hopeless romantic.

  “Hey, Rosie Posie!” he says as he comes to stand by me. I glare at him for using the nickname he gave me. He totally stole it from my dad, but at least my dad stopped calling me that when I was twelve.

  “Aww, come on, you love that name!”

  I just shake my head at him. He smirks back at me, grabs me by the waist, and pulls me closer to him. I squeal at the sudden movement and look up to see that his smirk had widened. I pull back from him, hitting him on the chest. He’s always been a touchy-feely person. He always used to say when we were kids that we’d grow up to be mates. I knew we would never; I feel nothing towards him besides brotherly love.

  “Well, aren’t you two just the cutest!” Marcus says in a high-pitched voice.

  I roll my eyes and look at my best friend as he stumbles over to us. He is way too drunk for his own good. He almost falls into Noah’s arms but catches himself. I grab ahold of him, keeping him steady.

  “I’m surprised to see you here, Rose; you never come to these things,” Noah says, that stupid grin still on his face.

  I glare at Marcus when he busts out laughing.

  “Well, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Miss Thang over there,” I say, pointing to Marcus who smiles.

  I set him down in a chair and turn back to stand next to Noah.

  “So Rosie Posie, you wanna dance?” Noah asks, bowing and extending his hand. I roll my eyes and shake my head no. I’m not a big dancer.

  “It’s a party, Rose; just dance with me, at least right here.” He doesn’t wait for my answer. He grabs me close to him again, and we move to the slow song. I laugh as he spins me in circles, bringing me back to his body as we sway in unison. The song ends, and I smile up at him and kiss his cheek. He smiles down at me, not one ounce of lust in his eyes, just love—the kind I see in my family’s eyes when they look at me.

  “You know I love you Rose, right?”

  “I know, Noah. I love you too, and I also know that Jake sent you over here to babysit me.”

  “How did you know that?”

  “Well, I wasn’t sure, but you just confirmed it, plus you smelled just like him when you came over here.”

  He glares at me but then breaks out into a grin.

  “Should’ve known you’d figure it out, but hey, I wanted to talk and the dance was ni…”

  “Noah, get away from her.”

  We freeze and stare at a very pissed-off looking Nick. Jake comes to his side, a confused look on his face.

  “Why?” Noah says.

  I look at the brothers. Both their faces are in a glare. Noah eventually lowers his eyes as Nick bears into him, and his alpha demeanour radiates off of him.

  “Maybe we should have this conversation in the house, Nick. People are staring,” Jake says in a low voice as he looks around.

  Sure enough, several people are staring at us. We all head into the pack house. Stopping in the living room, Marcus stumbles in last, falling into Jake’s arm as he tries to close the door.

  Oh, if he only knows where he is, he’d be in heaven.

  “Can someone please explain what’s going on?” Noah asks as he and his brother gets into another glaring match.

  “You need to stay away from her.” Nick grits out of his teeth.

  “She’s my friend. I can hang out―”

  Noah doesn’t get to finish as he is pinned against the wall with Nick’s hands around his throat.

  Jake forces Nick off of Noah, the latter’s body dropping to the floor immediately. I rush over to him, but I am stopped by a voice.

  “Don’t you dare touch him, mate.”

  My eyes snap to Nick’s, but those aren’t Nicks eyes; his wolf is in control.

  “M-mate?”

  “Yes, my love, you’re my mate.” His voice is deeper, and it doesn’t take him long to reach me. He strokes my cheek with his hand, and I feel sparks all over my skin. The room is silent; everyone is pretty surprised, me included.

  “This can’t be happening.” I take a step back from him, gaining a growl from him. I can tell he’s fighting for control of his wolf again, and soon, his eyes return to their normal color.

  “Rose…”

  “Let’s give them some time, Noah,” Jake says as he picks up a half-conscious Marcus.

  Noah nods, gets up, and heads out the door. Jake pauses before he leaves, turning to look Nick directly in the eyes.

  “Im happy for you, guys, but if you hurt her, Nick, alpha or not…she’s my sister, and I will protect her.” He leaves without getting a response.

  I turn to Nick, a look of lust and confusion in his eyes. He grabs my hand, and we head upstairs. I try to tug my hand free but he doesn‘t let me. We reach his room and he drags me in. I finally pull my hand free and put some space between us.

  “Nick, what are we doing up here? We need to talk.”

  “What’s there to talk about? We’re mates. People need to know that.”

  I don’t have time to respond before I’m pushed against the door, and he crashes his lips on mine. Unlike all the other boys, who I would have pushed away, I do nothing, and it’s like all my limbs have gone numb. My body melts into his, and I enjoy the feeling of his lips on mine. It’s not like all the other kisses I had. This is better—much better.

  He traps my hands above my head with one of his arms while the other explores my body.

  He reaches behind my bac
k and unzips my dress, letting it fall to the ground. I feel like I should stop him but I don’t. I enjoy it and my wolf does too. She’s itching to get out, and with the way Nick’s lips feel on my neck, I fall into a state of bliss. My wolf takes it to her advantage and takes control.

  My hands roam his body, and next thing I know, we’re both naked, and my precious virginity is about to be gone.

  Nick enters me with one quick thrust and I cry out in pain.

  “Ahh, so my little mate is a virgin…even better.” Nick chuckles as he thrusts into me roughly.

  My virginity is soon taken away multiple times that night: on the wall, the couch, the kitchen counter, and the bed.

  Oh, how I wish I stayed home.

  ***

  Waking up the next morning, I feel a sting come from my shoulder. Putting a hand to it, I feel tingles rush through me, and I look down to see a bite mark.

  Nick Rollins marked me last night. Or so I thought. Looking closer, I see it’s just an ordinary bite mark, not deep enough to be a mating mark.

  Speaking of my mate, I get up to go look for him. I feel a strong burn in my lower region, and the thoughts of last night flows back to me. Not once did my wolf let me take back control. Her and Nikolai, Nick;s wolf’s name, were having way too much fun. Nick’s smell is faint in the room so I know he’s been gone for a while. I look around the house. I can’t seem to find him anywhere, so I check the last place in the house where I could possibly find him.

  His office door is closed shut, so I position myself to knock, but I am stopped as the door flings open. Nick stands there with a glare on his face.

  “You need to leave.” He says coldly and then brushes past me like I was nothing. The similar feeling creeps in, this time with a lot more regret.

  “W-what do you mean Nick? You said we were mates last night. You took my virginity.”

  “Yours is not the first virginity I took. Now get out of my house before I force you.” He doesn’t even spare me a glance, disappearing into his room, the door slamming behind him.