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

Everything hurts, from my head to my toes. 


Why is Evanora the only person I recognize in this room?


Why is this large, intimidating, albeit very handsome man looking at me like I’m the answer to all his problems?


I feel like I’m losing my mind. Couple that with extreme exhaustion and I just want everyone to leave me alone. Except Evanora; from her I want answers. 


“Why don’t we give Raven a little space?” Evanora suggests and I could kiss her. I'm so relieved I didn’t have to ask myself. 


The woman and the older man leave the room, but the handsome one hesitates. He is still grasping my hand tightly and I try to wiggle out of his grasp. He releases me reluctantly, stands, pauses at the door with a devastated expression, then walks out of the room. I turn to Evanora and she is giving me a look of sympathy.


Chapter 67: Love Will Remember