Title : The Golden Pack Alphas
Author : Laurel Cremant
Genre : Paranormal , Romance
Were hybrid, Georgia Walker, has spent months avoiding Marcus, the wolf shifter otherwise known as the pain-in-her-ass. The brooding and stalkerish enforcer makes her lips curl in a snarl, but her skin tighten with need—a combination of reactions that has Georgia tense and less than her usual, affable self. She’s spent her entire life struggling to fit in with her pack. She doesn’t need Marcus around tempting her to flex her control and limits.
Marcus Legrand loves a good chase, and Georgia stirs more than his love of a good hunt. Despite how well Georgia tries to hide behind her snarky sarcasm, he sees more than he knows she’s comfortable with. Her scowls can’t hide the flare of heat that sparks between them each time they meet. He’s tired of Georgia running from him at every turn, but the too-smart-for-her-own-good she-wolf excels at pushing his buttons.
When Georgia's father, current alpha to the Golden Pack announces his successor, it tilts Georgia's world on its axis. With unknown forces endangering the pack, Marcus and Georgia are forced to put aside their differences and work together, even as fate and attraction pulls them closer together.
When the door opened, Marcus was prepared to deal with an angry Georgia. Despite his calm departure the night before, he’d be a fool not to expect some form of retribution.
Instead, she stood there with a slight smile on her face. She wore another flirty dress, this one a fraction more decent than the one she’d worn the night before. Hugging her body, the soft green-blue fabric embraced her plump, round breasts before flowing down her hips and resting in a mocking swirl mid-thigh. He didn’t know if he should thank the designer or have them shot.
Her long dark hair hung thick around her shoulders, the cool Caribbean breeze drifting through the door blowing soft wisps around her smooth cheeks.
Small circles of fatigue seemed smudged beneath her almond-eyes, but they still sparkled back at him with determination. He liked that about her—the unwavering ability to fight to the end. It called to his wolf as much as it challenged him.
He wasn’t alone in that. For a year, he’d watched the men, and some women, peruse her with nothing but lust in their eyes. Despite some in her pack being wary of her powers, there remained plenty who wouldn’t hesitate to claim her as their own. Her take-no-prisoners attitude proved almost as alluring as the gorgeous body it came packaged in.
He wondered how she lived her entire life without realizing how breath-taking she was.
As he inhaled deeply, his body tightened at her scent. Her heat cycle made the attraction even more intense. The air had grown heavy with her pheromones, saturating his senses in her essence.
It had taken all of his will last night to walk away from her. But he’d spent years honing his patience and had no intention of letting Georgia dismiss their attraction as just a response to her heat cycle.
“You’re underdressed for snow,” he said, frowning.
She laughed up at him.
“Good morning to you, too. I have a coat in my bag. I’ll worry about the weather when we land,” she said, her husky voice washing over him in a trickling swift wave of heat down his cock.
Narrowing his gaze on her overly sweet smile, he wasn’t fooled. She was up to something.
“Good morning. I have a car waiting to take us to the airstrip.”
Her smile wavered and she raised a brow at him. “I was hoping to have breakfast here before we left.”
“We can eat on the plane. The schedule is too tight. Darius makes his announcement tonight, and we’ll need to stop off in New York to refuel.”
The plump curve of her lips formed a perfect pout, before she flicked her hair off her shoulders and stepped over the threshold.
“Fine. My bags are on the bed,” she said as she brushed passed him.
He bit back a groan when she lingered a moment, her breasts teasing against the thin material of his shirt.
Someone wants to play.
She leaned in close, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “I’m not going to forget about last night, you know.”
Her eyes glittered with maniacal glee in the sunlight.
“I should hope not.”
He turned slightly, placing a hand at the base of her back, bringing her tight against the erection that never ceased to be present around her. Despite the clear arousal he saw in her gaze and felt in the softening of her body against his, her lips quirked into a smile that sent a shiver of both dread and anticipation down his spine.
“Good, I believe in forewarning. And unlike you, I also believe in fair play,” she said as she pulled away from his grip and continued down the walkway. “I’ll go check out. Meet you in the lobby.”
He stared after her, watching her hips sway in a tantalizing rhythm down the walkway.
The woman was going to be the death of him, and damn if he wasn’t primed in anticipation.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he entered the room and bit back a groan. The space was heavy with the scent of her and reminded him that they had a twelve-hour flight where he’d be in a sealed jet with her.
He smiled at the thought.
The confinement may test his control, but had the makings of breaking Georgia’s first, the opportunity to grow closer to her a bonus to a situation he considered less than ideal.
Whatever was forcing Darius’ decision must be serious. Before leaving his room to approach Georgia last night, he’d received a phone call from the Council. They were sending in Sergei to witness the Alpha announcement.
He didn’t surprise easily, but that bit of news had done the trick.
Sergei was an enforcer like himself, yet his skills ran in a different direction. The stoic Russian was a hybrid just like Georgia. However, his birth was due to the union between two different types of shifter—a werewolf and bear shifter. Instead of dealing with the dual nature of his human and wolf sides, he had the added complication of a temperamental bear. Whereas Marcus excelled at tracking, Sergei specialized in total destruction.
His triple nature made it easy for Sergei to slip into a berserk mode that proved awesome and terrifying to witness. If The Council had decided to send him in, there was indeed more to the situation than Darius was telling him.
Lifting Georgia’s bags from the bed, he turned to leave.
Whatever the situation brewing, he knew one thing for certain—he had no intention of letting anything happen to Georgia or her pack.
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Laurel is a romance author, who like most writers loves to read. Her first love (pun intended) has always been romance. From the sappy YA romance novel to the more risqué erotica novels, Laurel is a sucker for a good love story.
After spending years working in science and data analytics, in 2011 Laurel decided to finally put her love of romance and the written word to good use. With a love for romantic tension and snarky heroines, she penned her first romance novel and hasn’t looked back.
Laurel writes paranormal and contemporary romance and is a self-proclaimed, out of the closet nerd. She admits that she can't seem to avoid adding a bit of "nerdology" or "geek-dom" to all of her books. Living in Miami, she also admits that she can't seem to avoid giving her heroines gorgeous shoes, "In Miami, we worship everything strappy, open toed and just plain hot!"