Harper Cole has been preparing her whole life to become her pack’s next Alpha. When her father gives the title to her youngest brother, Harper will proposition a fellow Alpha with a fake marriage, hoping to reclaim her position as heir.
Asher Black, Alpha of the Rising Moon Pack, is struggling to lead his Pack and get rid of his controlling uncles when he is offered a strange proposition from a beautiful young wolf. As Harper and Asher fight to secure their positions, their fake relationship will be tested…as will the growing feelings between the two. 

“Prove it.” Julius says.
“What?” Prove what? I don’t need to prove anything to them. Why is it so hard for them to understand I’m getting married?
“I don’t believe this is real,” Dean agrees, adding fuel to Julius’s fire.
I glance at Harper, nervous. I knew this was going to happen. They’ve figured out straight away this is fake. Did we not appear in love when we entered the room?
“Of course, it’s real,” Harper smiles at me.
She gives me a look, indicating she is either going to do something good or bad. She grabs me by the collar of my shirt and pulls me towards her. From instinct I close my eyes and commit to the pretend relationship. Our lips brush each other’s, and I can taste strawberry. They’re soft, warm and inviting. I hope it appears that sparks are flying around the room. I ignore the little butterflies in my stomach.
“Like I said,” Harper smiles wide when we pull apart, “We’re getting married, and I’m leaving tomorrow.”

A Marriage of Alphas is created by Chloe Higgins, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author. 


A Marriage of Alphas

“I have to share a room with you?” This can’t be right. I said I would fake marry the man, not share a room with him for a year.


Asher walks further into the room. Sometime during the party, a member dropped our luggage off in here. My suitcase is sat on the left side of the bed.


“I thought you knew that.” He sits at the foot of the bed, “The compound is at capacity. Besides, if we’re going to be a real couple, we need to share a bedroom.”


He does have a point. I was so caught up in both of our plans, I hadn’t stopped to consider the details of our situation.


“Okay, well, I hope you don’t snore,” I say, walking around the room.


Chapter 8: The First Night