Bistas_She

Landon is a warlock with a talent for trouble. When a failed spell backfires, he gets shackled to Lucian—the ruthless Alpha of a werewolf pack that hates magic. 
Now Landon’s stuck obeying a guy who growls more than he talks, and Lucian's stuck with a smart-mouthed witch who can’t follow orders.  

But something’s wrong with the pack. Wolves are disappearing. The woods smell like rotting magic. And Landon is starting to think his curse might be the only thing keeping them alive.  

The problem? Landon’s magic comes with a price. The more he uses it, the less human he becomes. Lucian doesn’t trust him, the pack wants him dead, and the real enemy is closer than any of them realize.  

Time’s running out. Landon has to decide. Keep fighting the Alpha, or risk becoming the monster they all think he is.

The Alpha's Cursed Mage (BL)

Standing about ten yards up the hill from us was the least intimidating guy I'd ever set eyes on.

He was short — like, really short, maybe an inch or two over five feet — and had a mess of soft light-brown hair waving around a cute freckled face, with pink lips and limpidly wide blue eyes adding to the overall impression of youthful innocence.

He wore jeans and a pale green Henley, like any college kid out for a stroll.

He was also completely unfazed by the alpha was about to try to rip his throat out.

"Who the fuck are you?" Lucian growled. "I'll fucking kill you if you —"

"Lucian, don't," I whispered urgently. "I don't think he's exactly what he looks like."

"Bullshit, he doesn't smell like a supe."

Maybe he didn't, and he wasn't pinging my magical senses either. But…I had a bad, bad feeling about it.

On The Run {2}