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 stand up and start to back away from him as he comes towards me. I swallow nervously and give him a wide eyed look. 


“Let’s get something straight, Raven. You are mine,” he says with a growl. 


“I don’t belong to anyone, least of all you,” I protest weakly.


My back hits the wall and I know I’m trapped. Rick presses his body against mine and wraps his hand loosely around my throat. I’m not afraid he will hurt me. In fact, I can’t deny the moisture forming between my legs in response to his aggressiveness.


“Stop fighting me. You know you feel it. That pull you can’t resist. You want me. You need me,” he argues. I give him a defiant look.


“I want you, but I don’t need you or any man,” I reply. His fingers tighten around my neck and I can feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. 


“I don’t think you know what you want. I saw the way you were looking at Q,” he says angrily. 


Chapter 24: Almost Doesn't Count