My name is Ada. I never expected that saving an injured stranger would thrust me into a world of danger, heartache, and the discovery of my fated mate. 
When I stumble upon a wounded man in my family's herb garden and bring him home to heal, I have no idea he is on a quest to uncover the truth behind his mother's murder, which he believes is tied to secrets harbored by my pack.
Despite my parents' warnings against getting involved with the mysterious stranger, I find myself inexplicably drawn to him, even as our bond is tested by pack politics, jealous rivals, and his initial rejection of our fated connection. Plagued by vivid dreams that seem to foreshadow an ominous fate, I am compelled to follow my mate and aid his investigation, praying to the moon goddess that the truth can be uncovered before it's too late.
As we delve deeper into the shadows of the past, my mate and I must confront dark secrets, untangle a web of lies, and fight for our love against those who would seek to keep the truth buried. With danger lurking at every turn, we find ourselves in a race against time to expose the shocking truth behind his mother's demise before we too fall victim to the sinister forces at play.
Whisper of the Alpha is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Whisper of the Alpha

My breath was coming in pants as Bryson sat up to appease my shaking fingers and rip his shirt off over his head. I sat up with him, fumbling with my own shirt before his steady hands assisted me with that as well.


He paused as he saw me laying there with just a bra on, his eyes even darker than I had seen them before, but I didn't hesitate at all. I wrapped my arms back up and around his neck, pulling him back to me.


The skin on skin touch was just as good as I imagined it would be. His contact spots seemed to tingle with anticipation and a shiver passed over me as goosebumps covered my skin, making me even more sensitive to his hot hands.


It felt so good that I didn't even notice the dirt and branches and leaves that were scratching along my bare back.


Chapter 23: Visions