When young witch Raven kills a werewolf in self-defense, she has no idea of the severity of her actions. In order to stop a war, Raven is sent to serve Alpha Alaric, a dangerous man whose hatred of witches is well known.  As Raven acclimates to her new life amongst the enemy, she is shocked to realize that her intense attraction to Alaric is reciprocated. Will Raven survive amongst the werewolves and stop a war…or will she be overtaken by the dangerous passion that threatens to consume her. 

“‘I trust this will suit your purposes,’ he says. A big four poster bed sits in the middle of the room with.   
‘My purpose of sleeping? I would think so,’ I retort and he growls in response. He stalks towards me and I back up until my knees hit the bed. 
“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, Raven. But I don’t believe it’s being properly utilized,” he whispers in a sexy voice. His lips are so close to mine they are almost touching and I exhale a shallow breath. I’m frozen where I stand, caught in a trance.   
I feel overwhelmed by him and I tell myself I’m not enjoying it. But I know deep down that it’s not true. Something is anchoring me to him that I can’t explain. I shiver in response to his proximity and he lets out an almost imperceptible growl. I feel compelled to reach up and touch his face, to move my mouth closer so he has better access. I’m the one that’s a witch, but I find myself bound under the Alpha’s spell.”   

Under the Alpha's Spell is created by Jessica Nicole, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author. 

Under the Alpha's Spell

Moira and Rowena both have fearful expressions and I smile reassuringly at them. 


“That’s what it’s like. A lot of bossing and shouting on his part. And a lot of me calling his bluff,” I tell them with a wink. Now they both looked shocked at my nonchalant attitude. 


“Raven, I am not a patient man! Get out here!” Alaric announces.


“Come, let me introduce you,” I tell them, despite their wary looks at the front door. They reluctantly follow me outside to see an irate Alpha at the foot of their porch. 


“Alaric, this is my best friend Rowena and her mother Moira. Ladies, this is the mighty Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack,” I say cheekily. Alaric narrows his eyes and I see Rowena visibly blanch. Moira is made of slightly sterner stuff, so she straightens her shoulders and steps forward, offering her hand. 


Chapter 12: Punishment