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

I swallow nervously as Rick stares at me intensely. I talked a big game before, but I’m still unsure of whether I’m ready to take things to the next level with him. My body is shouting a resounding yes, but my mind and my heart are skeptical. 


I feel like we are on an even playing field right now, and a self-conscious part of me worries about what he will think of my inexperience with men. 


We walk silently the rest of the way, the sexual tension between us hanging in the air like a thick raincloud. As we near the house, my heart rate increases because I know he will want an answer. 


“Why don’t we talk privately?” he asks as we walk through the front door. I nod incoherently because words are beyond me at this point. He leads me upstairs to my bedroom and ushers me in, following closely behind and shutting the door. His nearness raises my anxiety level to an uncomfortable high and I begin to pace the room. 


Chapter 17: Indecent Proposal