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  WOLF GAMES (BOOK 2)

  By Marian Tee

  In public, the werewolf prince is my bodyguard. But in private, I'm his slave.

  Calys Adelardi has made two promises for the good of her pack. One is to marry Pasquale, a boring but well-respected panther prince. Second is to follow everything her bodyguard says in the bedroom. The werewolf prince may be a notorious playboy, but he's also the fiercest fighter she knows. In truth, her bodyguard would have also made great husband material - if only he didn't hate her so much.

  Alejandro Moretti is determined not to fall in love with Calys, the princess also known as the "human monster". But then a serious threat to her life emerges, and Alejandro realizes he has to make a decision once and for all: give in to his feelings…or turn his back on Calys to protect his heart.

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  The Art of Claiming an Alpha – Human-slash-pack-princess Calys is a toughie, but she still needs the help of the powerful, dominant, and gorgeous werewolf Alejandro Moretti to be an ‘alpha’. Unfortunately, he wants her body in exchange for her help.

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  WOLF GAMES (BOOK 2)

  By Marian Tee

  Copyright 2014 by Streak Digital Publishing

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  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Chapter One

  CALYS

  I wasn’t used to parties. I might be a pack princess, but my pack didn’t consist of fancy birds or powerful wolves. We were panthers, and that meant growing up outdoors – and fighting.

  I was more at home in the woods of the Everglades than the red-carpeted ballroom of a first-class hotel. I preferred to be dressed for combat rather than a velvet gown so tight it felt like I wouldn’t be able to breathe without bursting a stitch open.

  I knew how to kill with a lipstick, an AK-47, and duct tape – separately. But ask me how to wrap a gift without a paper bag? Or – like now – figure out small talk with shifters I had nothing in common with?

  “The party is to your liking, Princess Calys?” a noble from my fiancé’s pack asked.

  I smiled brightly. It was the best answer I could come up with. Warriors didn’t lie, you see, and as the future alpha of our pack, my father had raised me to be one.

  An awkward silence was born as the noble waited for my answer.

  When it became clear all I was going to do was smile, my fiancé Pasquale Hernandez smoothly stepped in. “She is a very shy thing, my betrothed.”

  That was a big fat lie, and we all knew it. But then Pasquale was not a warrior by choice. Even when we were young, he was the only panther I knew who preferred to watch from the sidelines, using his brains to manipulate rather than clawing his way to victory. It was a good tactic, and I admired him for it. Maybe, when we were married, I could get him to teach me to be as patient as he was.

  When the nobleman walked away, Pasquale told me in an apologetic voice, “I apologize for this, princess. I know you are not used to such gatherings, but it is what my pack expects.” His voice was smooth and courteous, as perfect as his princely appearance. He was probably the only panther in the world to feel more comfortable with a shirt than without one, and the more formal, the better.

  “You have nothing to apologize for. I am the one who is in the wrong.” The more time I spent with Pasquale, the stiffer I became. I knew he had the makings of a Prince Charming, but honestly he felt more like a headmaster – the kind that hated people who talked using contractions. With him, I always ended up saying ‘I am’ and ‘you are’, and heaven forbid if I ever used ‘gotta’ or ‘wanna’.

  Pasquale’s gaze strayed to the main doors, where guests came through like an endless stream. “I see some more of my friends arriving. Would you like to join me…?”

  I shook my head. “You will only have to worry about me if I did. Please enjoy yourself with your friends. I am more than happy here.”

  “If you are sure?”

  I nodded. “I am.” So please go, I couldn’t help but think guiltily, before I forget how to speak proper English.

  When Pasquale left, I managed to survive for three point five minutes. Two hundred and ten seconds of not looking at the dance floor…where he was.

  Alejandro Moretti.

  The charming playboy prince from the Moretti werewolf pack, brother to the heir, and – for over a week now – my Cavaliere. It meant bodyguard and P.R. guy among other things, a champion that potential female alphas like me needed in order to rule a pack without any objection from the Panthera.

  Tall, dark-haired, and possessing his pack’s famous emerald-green eyes, Alejandro was one beautiful specimen. I should know – I had seen him naked. It was just once, but it was more than enough. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t make myself forget. The look of it. The feel of it—

  I irritably pushed the rest of my X-rated thoughts away. I had to stop thinking of him that way. Especially now that I was engaged.

  Especially now that he was like…that.

  Yes, I had lost the battle. I was now looking at my bodyguard, who was anything but. Bodyguards were supposed to stick close to their charges. They were supposed to be single-mindedly focused on anticipating and eliminating threats, but the only threat Alejandro seemed to care about right now was not getting laid.

  He was on the dance floor, a wicked smile on his lips as he flirted and danced with a female panter. Wait, I meant panther. The way she was so obviously panting after him had me distracted.

  He was dressed completely in black, as was his usual. The way his hands were roaming up and down her slender body, however, made it obvious that he might not be dressed for long.

  The thought had me sucking my breath in. I knew I had no right to be hurt, but I was.

  “Princess?”

  My lips curved in a relieved smile when Stefano suddenly appeared at my side. Tall, blond, and gorgeous beyond belief, Stefano Guidicelli was also an impressive warrior. He had, in fact, all the makings of a true alpha but beca
use he was the bastard son of a jaguar pack leader, he had ended up becoming my father’s right-hand man.

  “You appear troubled.” It was his way of asking if I was about to cry. Warriors were not supposed to cry, and he was basically telling me to go somewhere private if I was about to forget that lesson.

  “I won’t be troubled if we dance.”

  Without a word, Stefano took my hand and whirled me onto the dance floor. He had spun me so fast it made me laugh as I placed one hand on his shoulder while his other hand clasped my waist. No sparks flew as our bodies came close. From the very start, Stefano and I had always known his heart belonged to my younger sister. I was totally fine with that. Stefano, however, was still in denial.

  “You do not need to force yourself to do this, you know.” The words were deliberately vague, but because we had known each other for so long, his meaning was clear. Others who may have overheard him were likely to think he was referring to my engagement with Pasquale, but that wasn’t it.

  I shook my head briefly. “It’s what the pack needs.” And by that, I meant Alejandro Moretti. Although seeing him flirt with women wherever we went – and he had been doing that – cut my heart to pieces every time, the thought of terminating his services hadn’t occurred to me. And it never would. “You’re just too stubborn for your own good, that’s what this is all about. You may be the one to inherit pack leadership, but you’re too young to make decisions like this. You’re only nineteen—”

  “Fate rarely calls upon us—”

  Stefano sighed in exasperation. “Don’t.”

  I blinked innocently up at him. “What?”

  “We both have the same taste in movies, princess. So don’t.” When I opened my mouth, he said dryly, “Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.”

  Crap. He really was good, to know that I had been quoting Optimus Prime.

  “I hate how you know all my favorite quotes,” I grumbled.

  Stefano smilingly ruffled my hair. “How could I not? All the comics, video games, and movies you got to enjoy were from me—” He whirled me to the edge of the floor, and when I spun to a stop, I found myself looking up at Alejandro.

  He asked with a charming smile, “Good evening, princess. I believe it’s my turn for a dance?”

  I couldn’t make myself return it. “I’m sorry, no.”

  Around us, the shifters gasped.

  Stefano frowned.

  My cheeks flushed red in shame. I had been so flustered by his sudden question that I forgot all about the extraordinary hearing of shifters.

  When I turned to face Alejandro to apologize, he beat me to speaking, his charming smile still in place. “I understand, princess. My deepest apologies for forgetting my position.”

  My cheeks turned redder at his words. He made it seem like I was refusing his offer to dance because he was just my Cavaliere, but of course it wasn’t that at all!

  “I think I need to go to the ladies’ room.” I meant it. The way everyone was watching us even more intently now was suffocating, and the way Alejandro was making me feel so guilty wasn’t helping.

  At my words, Alejandro surprised me by suddenly bowing. “Of course, princess. Let me lead the way.”

  I glanced at Stefano.

  He nodded. “I’ll let Pasquale know where you are if he asks.”

  After, I found myself following Alejandro, more than a little bemused at the sudden turn of events. A while ago, he seemed hell-bent on ignoring me, dancing with one woman after another, and now he was acting like he couldn’t serve me fast enough. Was it just him, or were all Lyccans this moody?

  When I saw that we were heading towards one of the ballroom’s side exits, I halted in my steps, asking warily, “Where are we going?”

  “The ladies’ room inside here is always full of people. I thought you’d prefer some privacy, princess.”

  “Oh. You’re right. T-thank you.” As we resumed walking, I couldn’t help but stare. How could a man appear so beautiful and sexy even when he had his back to me?

  It shouldn’t be so, but that was how it was, and I wasn’t alone in admiring him. All the women we walked past had the same look on their faces, a look that was part wonder, part adoration.

  Alejandro turned left at a narrow carpeted hallway at the end of the lobby, stopping in front of a door, which he opened with a card key.

  “Princess?”

  It was only when I had stepped past him into the room that it occurred to me: ladies’ rooms weren’t supposed to be locked with card keys, were they?

  And that was when I saw it.

  This was no ladies’ room. This was one of the hotel’s guest rooms, with a luxurious king-sized bed in the middle and its own appointed suite.

  I whirled around just in time to see Alejandro lock the door.

  My eyes widened. “What do you think you’re doing?” I hurried towards him, reaching for the doorknob, but the next thing I knew, he had gotten hold of my shoulders. Another second and I was trapped between the door and his arms.

  He was suddenly too close, and my world seemed to shrink until everything I sensed was from him. The sound of his breathing, the hard feel of his body against mine, the seductive smell of his aftershave.

  “A little uppity at the dance floor, don’t you think, kitten?” His voice was ominously soft over my head.

  “This is all about me refusing you a dance?” I demanded incredulously even as I turned my head to the side, not wanting him to see my face. I didn’t want him to know how affected I was by his nearness.

  “Yes.” Alejandro growled the word into my ear, making me jump, and the hairs at the back of my body rose in heightened awareness. A shockingly delicious sense of warmth started to spread all over my body, making me cringe inside. I couldn’t believe I was so turned on when he hadn’t even done anything to me.

  “Why did you refuse me?” This time, he cupped my face to make me look at him.

  “Why does it matter?” I shot back. “You’ve got so many ladies after you, anyway.”

  A wicked gleam flashed in his green eyes. “Are you saying you’re jealous, kitten?”

  I flushed, realizing that it was true. I had been jealous. I had no right to be. I was utterly stupid to feel that way, in fact, but it was the hateful and shameful truth.

  “Nothing to say, kitten?” he purred.

  Unable to lie, I found myself going on the offensive, anything to avoid admitting the truth. “You disappoint me. The way you remain so carefree even when your pack’s name is still tainted—” The moment I said the words, I knew it was a mistake. I had good as called him a ‘dog’, a racial slur against his kind.

  “You dare…” Fury darkened his gaze. It was the last thing I saw before his lips slammed down on mine. My eyes involuntarily closed even as my body stiffened in shock. A second later, I recovered myself and tried to struggle, but it was too late. He was kissing me the way I loved to be kissed – the way he taught me to kiss. His lips, his tongue, his teeth – Alejandro used everything in his sexual arsenal to possess my mouth, dominating my senses in such a way that I barely noticed his hands expertly working on the back of my gown.

  I only realized what he was doing when I felt the gown falling to the floor, leaving my body completely bare except for a skimpy pair of black lace panties. But that was soon gone, too, Alejandro breaking our kiss to rip the scrap of lace away from my body.

  “Did you wear that for him?” he demanded savagely.

  I shook my head. Right now, he was more animal than man, but instead of being frightened, I found myself even more hopelessly attracted, the triangle between my legs slowly becoming wet.

  “For who then?” he growled. He cupped my chin and kissed me hard before demanding once more, “Who, damn you, tell me!” His fingers dug into my hair. “You owe me the truth, princess. In places like this, I’m the one you should follow. So tell me,” he snarled. “Who did you wear that for?”

  His fangs clamped hard on my shoulder right aft
er, a bite that was so painfully arousing it broke through my resistance. “You.” My knees gave out, and I clutched his shirt hard for support as I choked the word out in an inaudible voice.

  Triumph glittered in his gaze.

  I should be bothered by it, but there was no time to even think of breathing, not when he was kissing me again, and this time he was kissing me in a way that told me it was just the beginning. As we kissed, he started taking off his clothes and I tried to help him, tugging on his belt while he shrugged off his formal jacket. As we gasped and kissed, he worked on the buttons of his shirt while I unzipped his pants.

  Shrugging off his shirt and throwing it to the floor, he lifted me up in one push, and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist while my hands settled on his shoulders for balance. I gasped, the new position allowing his cock to nestle between my legs.

  For a moment, we looked at each other. His eyes were dark with desire, his face flushed. I was sure I looked the same.

  When we looked at each other, it was impossible not to see that underneath the passion were more turbulent emotions, words that we both wanted so much to say.

  God, those emotions. I wanted him to bare them to me. If he did, maybe I could be honest with mine, too.

  I whispered, “Alejandro—”

  Something about my voice made me shudder. His gaze suddenly shuttered, and he rasped, “No more talking.”

  His mouth latched onto my breast, and my lips parted in a silent moan as he started to suck. He sucked my nipple long and hard, the sounds he made only adding to my arousal. My head tossed and turned, my fingers digging deep into the blades of his back, but it didn’t stop him from torturing me with such exquisite agony.

  Wanting him to feel the same excruciating pleasure, I leaned forward so I could reach down. It pushed my breast further into his mouth, allowing him to suck harder and drive me even more insane with need. It was so hard to retain my senses, but my desire to make him wild kept me going, and I moved my hand again.