The Wolf King: The White Wolf Trilogy, #1

By Eleanor Dawson

Rebecca Daniels wanted a simple life. A future with college, a husband, and 2.5 kids—she never really anticipated living the life of a shifter—because she couldn't shift. When a handsome Alpha rolls up into town on his big black Harley and sets his sights on Becca, all her careful non-werewolf plans are blown sky high. 

Lachlan Kelley always knew Becca was his mate, but the slight age difference puts a damper on that plan. Until he returns, not just for her, but as the King of the California packs. With the harvest moon quickly approaching, and his need to claim her taking him over--it's only a matter of time before they both succumb to a primal hunger. 

Can a wolf that can't shift and the Wolf King find their happily ever after? Or will a close enemy ruin everything? 

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Warning: This novella contains content that is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.
Word Count: Approx: 27,000

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eleanor Dawson
• Release date: Feb 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524221089

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THE WOLF KING

ELEANOR DAWSON

Copyright © 2016 Eleanor Dawson

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Eleanor Dawson asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed within are the invention of the author’s imagination. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in an information retrieval system in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, taping, and recording, without prior written permission from the author.

Content Advisory: the below contains graphic material of a sexual nature, adult situations, sexual reference, explicit sexual description, and depiction of alternative lifestyles.

Copyright © 2016 Eleanor Dawson

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Also by Eleanor Dawson

Love Me Like You Do Part One

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The Wolf King

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Chapter One

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There can be only one King!

God, what was this, Highlander?

Last time I checked we were living in the year 2014 and giving your child away to be a baby breeder was frowned upon. I sank down in my chair even more and crossed my arms over my chest. The black hoodie I had on covered my bright red hair. If I just kept on the down low like I’d been doing my whole life, I’d have nothing to worry about.

I mean, what Alpha, the King for that matter, would want a fluffy, awkward little nobody like me? Not only was I not even a pure-blood, my mother was a human. On top of all that, I’d never shifted before.

That’s right. I, Rebecca Daniels, was what they liked to call dirty blood.

Everyone sure told me enough.

Sitting up straighter, I scanned the room slowly. My eyes went straight to Clarke Porter. She’d been groomed since birth to be the Queen. Everyone was betting on it, especially her father, who was currently giving the big speech in front of every eligible maiden in the surrounding packs of California.

That’s right.

The whole lot of us barely legal she-wolves were about to be thrown in front of the face of the new King, who none of us knew, by the way. All to become the Queen, have a load of pups, and,

‘Insure the continuation of our race.’

Yeah, that.

I blew out a huge puff of air, which seemed to echo at the exact moment Mr. Porter stopped talking.

Do you have some place better to be, Ms. Daniels? Mr. Porter scolded.

The heat that rose to my cheeks was thankfully concealed by the dark hood I had on over my head. I just slumped down deeper into my seat.

Nope. I’m riveted, can’t you tell? Continue, ye mighty councilman, Sir.

I dared a glance up. His scowl pinched his whole face and he looked like he was smelling something repugnant.

What else was new?

Pretty sure I was totally used to people looking at me like that since I could register what disdain was.

"This is why you will not be chosen. Procedure demands that you go to the Masquerade. But history tells that your dirty blood, your family, will never take a throne."

He said this with such pure pride in what he was. There was a moment, I will admit, in his little tirade that my heart ached. But at the end of the day I only felt relief. To be stuck with the King? It was like a death sentence.

Your life was owned by the big bad wolf.

Personally I wanted more from life. College, a degree, and a normal human husband. I could pull all that off, considering I didn’t shift. No one would know about my dirty blood in New York, NYU to be exact. I wanted to be a journalist. I know: boring, but it had a certain Clark Kent appeal to me.

Are you listening to me, girl?

My body jumped at his shout. I caught him just in time to see spittle come from his lips.

Yep, told you—riveted.

I winked and I would swear the man’s face turned redder than a tomato.

I pressed my lips together to hold back the smirk. And just like that, I didn’t exist again. After all this time I wondered why they even gave a shit if I paid attention or not. They knew I would be gone once the summer was over. This Masquerade was a technicality I had to do— against my better judgment.

Right, like my father wouldn’t kill me if I ditched out on this like every other pack engagement. I felt a nudge against my side and my gaze locked with my best friend Carrie. She leaned in close, talking through her closed lips. It was actually hilarious to watch.

Why do you always have to push?

I shrugged.

Not really feeling in the mood to drag Mr. Porter’s attention over here again, I just kept my mouth shut the rest of the session. It was a rundown of where we all had to get our dresses, who was doing our hair, and when we would be arriving at the local. This year it was in The Beverly Hills Hotel.

Funny, right? The fact they all liked to mingle with the posh of the posh, yet they didn’t want to live like normal humans.

The other thing that pissed me off was that this big hoopla would tap my dad out totally. Literally, he was diving into his full savings—which he could have used to send me to college—to get me suited up for this gig. I’d tried to talk him out of it twice, but he wasn’t having it. This crap was going down in two days, Sunday night.

The harvest moon.

A prime mating moon, according to all the other girls from school, who had been talking about this since freshman year. The worst part of all this? What really got my panties all bunched and wedged up my ass? Sunday was also my eighteenth birthday.

Yeah.

You can just imagine my elated glee at having to spend my birthday at this crap when I just wanted to go the movies.

Yeah, I wanted to see a movie and maybe get some froyo and call it a night. I most certainly wanted to hit up the comic book shop in my town and just hunker down while the day passed me by. Honestly, that had been my plan, until my dad ‘surprised’ me last weekend, taking me with Mrs. Kelley, a close family friend, to the dress shop. A totally custom-made gown was designed for me from the floor up. I was like a peacock. Seriously, the boy kind with the big feathers and all that noise. I felt like an overdone super-villain from a comic book.

For anyone not in the know—that isn’t a good thing.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and followed Carrie out of the rec center.

You going to Champs?

You do know me so well, Care.

Duh, you’ve only been making Champ’s Comics your home since you were old enough to be let out your own. She rolled her eyes, then gave me a smile.

Carrie suddenly got real serious. She opened up her arms and I smirked.

Ah, shucks, Care, what’s the hug for? I pulled her in close.

"I’m sorry you have to do this on your birthday. I’m sorry it got ruined. The one day for yourself and