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

“How did you know we needed help?” I ask him as we walk out back.


“I had someone watching over you,” he says. Evanora, that sneaky old woman. I didn’t know she could send messages to my father. We are really going to have to talk about her communication issues. 


“Thank you for coming, but why now and not before?” I ask pointedly and he chuckles. 


“You’re very much like your mother. So straightforward. And you look like her too, thank god,” he remarks. I raise my eyebrow to let him know I’m still waiting on an answer. 


“Your mother and I had a fight before you were born; I asked her to come live with me and my pack and she refused. She didn’t want to feel like an outcast and she wanted to be near her best friend Moira. I couldn’t leave my pack, so she left and didn’t tell me about you until you were about two years old. Then...well you know what happened,” he says. 


“But why not bring me to live with you?” I ask. 


Chapter 50: Pride and Prejudice