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Magic Claimed

Charmaine Ross

A prophesy that rules me. A curse that ruins me. A wolf shifter pack who claim I am theirs.

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I forced open eyes that wanted to stay closed, and the world morphed around me. Colours were sharper, more intense, but the angle was wrong. Sounds filtered through my confusion; the snap of a log in the fire, loud as a shot. Scents mingled in the air. There was the spice and fresh earth scent that was Jarom, but there were two other tantalizing, rich scents. One was smoke and whiskey. Eike. The other was oak and cinnamon. Alerick. How I knew it was them, I couldn’t fathom but then I didn’t care as three enormous wolves surrounded me.

There was Jarom’s dark brown wolf I recognized, but the wolf next to him was light grey shot through with silver, and the last was a massive jet black wolf, a head taller than both the others. Alpha.

The weight of magic pushed against the back of my head, taking me to my belly. My belly? I looked down to see two huge white paws in front of me. I scrambled backwards, and the paws slipped over the floor. I couldn’t control my legs and then I was aware that I had four. All four feet scrambled for purchase on the floor, finding none. Sharp sounding yips bounced off the walls. My yips. My whines. I tried to talk, to ask what the hell was going on, what the hell they’d done to me, but no words came out because I had a snout full of sharp teeth and a jaw that couldn’t form sentient speech.

A flash of magic and the sharp tang of ozone pricked my senses and the three wolves turned into three naked men. Jarom, Eike and Alerick stared down at me with a possessive hunger in their eyes that speared my core.

Alerick reached out and grabbed the thick coat of my neck, while Eike placed a hand on my head, and Jarom ploughed his fingers through the fur on my back. 

“Mate,” Jarom said again, and this time the word was unshakeable.

“Mate. Mine,” Eike spoke, a whisper of wonder and a promise of something warm and wonderful in his tone. He looked at me with reverence. As though I was the greatest marvel of his life. 

My gaze swung to Alerick. His cruel, sensual lips parted and his possessive words shook me to my core. “Beautiful. Mate. Ours.”

There was a sense of completeness. A fullness of my soul that couldn’t be denied no matter how much I didn’t want it to be. No matter how much I might wish this to be a nightmare, I knew this was undeniably true.

I’d shifted into a wolf, and Jarom’s question had been answered in no uncertain terms. I was his mate and Eike’s.

And the alpha’s mate as well.