Faloye Abdul Martin

It's about a young boy who became a wolf over night. He found out he had a reason for becoming a wolf, which was to protect the supernatural from attacking humans and also to stop humans from hunting down the supernatural. He also had to protect the love of his life and his son from his enemies. Which is why he wouldn't forgive anyone who tried to harm them.

The Fate Of A Wolf

I turned my face in the direction of the river. The shifters milled around, packing their stuff and getting ready to depart.

To get past them would be difficult. Or I could just leave like a normal person, peeling off from a group I didn’t belong in.

Act normal and get the hell out of here.

I turned on my heels and restrained myself from running.

“Where are you going, Catnip?” Canary called and jogged after me. “You’re heading in the wrong direction.”

“No, I’m heading in the right direction,” I said, waving a hand at them without turning. “Bye, guys. It was nice to meet you.”

Moving faster than a flash, Sideburns blocked my path. “You’re not leaving.”

I arched an eyebrow mockingly. “Really? Who says so?”

“I say so,” he said. “You’re staying with us. I have questions for you.” Despite him being a jerk, and despite the fact that I wanted to shove him

out of my way, the attraction between us rippled like rays of sunshine.

I snickered as I put a hand on my hip. “You’re not the lord of me, and

you have no right to detain me.”

Sideburns gazed down at me. This close, I could feel his intoxicating

heat, his lust crashing into me like bricks.

Fire twirled between my thighs, licking my perky bundle of nerves. I

had to fight not to squeeze my legs to stop the aching need within me.

He sniffed again, and his eyes turned bright silver.

“I can smell your wolf, girl,” he said, inhaling deeply as if he couldn’t

But then he caught himself the next second and held his breath. His fists

clenched at his sides. The Alpha Heir was trying hard to rein himself in.

His body wanted me, but it wasn’t his will to desire me.

I got it. Look at him, and then look at me. Anyone would understand

“You’re a shifter,” he said in a hard voice while heat simmered in his

eyes. “Every shifter in North America is the Shifter King’s subject, whether you like it or not. You’re probably a rogue wolf, yet you’re still under the king’s jurisdiction. I’m the Alpha Heir, who speaks for my father in his absence. And thus, you’re my subject and you’ll do exactly what I tell you.”

I was tempted to show him a vulgar gesture and tell him to fuck off. I also wanted to tell him he was mistaken about me being a wolf girl, but then, I had no idea what I was.

I knew it wasn’t wise to provoke him, but it didn’t stop me from stepping back and kicking a cloud of dust and dirt into his eyes. He yelped in surprise and brought a hand up to rub at them.

I made a mad dash toward the river.

I JUMPED OVER A BUSH. All hell broke loose as the shifter soldiers surged toward me from three sides, shouting like fiends.

Why had I chosen to hide inside that shrub? Now I had to cross over fifty yards to reach the river.

Chapter 158