Fuck Tamara! you smell so fucking good. &#x27; He rasped in his sexy voice. His utterance brought forth goosebumps all over my exposed skin.

My body was betraying me at the moment. My eyes flicked down on the front of his pants. A good outline of his appendage forced blood to flow further between my legs, making my clit become more engorged.

He was hard for me, his gigantic erection pressed on his zipper. My hands itched so much to stretch and feel it, touch it beneath my fingers. They wanted to caress it gently, they yearned to pleasure the Alpha male.

&#x27;See what you do to me? &#x27; He rasped, massaging his front in a sensual manner.

&#x27;Your smell, damn! It makes me want to jump on you for eternity. Pin you beneath me, while you scream my name over and over again in raw uncensored pleasure. 

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Living in a pack of werewolves as the only witch, Tamara has had a fair of insults from the pack members. That changes when she is mated to the alpha of the pack, alpha Ryker. A prophecy requires them to work as a team to defeat their enemies. Will they persevere or will they crumble under pressure?

Alpha's Ryker's Little Witch

My two hundred pack members (pups not included) chattered away in the open meeting pack grounds awaiting my speech. I stood on the podium stage made of oaken woods. Behind me, my beta stood alongside Theodore and his father Pete who wasn't even supposed to be standing on the rostrum.

He was the first born of my grandfather Zaid Manoa and my grand mother Marie Manoa. I hadn't met her, was told that she passed on even before my dad became the Alpha. As if that was not enough, shortly after my grand mum's death, uncle's mate of one year went missing shortly after giving birth to my cousin Theo.

Following the loss of his mate, granddad went stark raving mad for a few day after which he died. It was common for mates to run mad after the loss of their other mate and would shortly die after that.

Pack Meeting