Heart of the Wolf
Heart of the Wolf
True Mates Generations Book 9
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 Alicia Montgomery
Edited by LaVerne Clark
Cover by Jacqueline Sweet
All rights reserved.
About the Author
Alicia Montgomery has always dreamed of becoming a romance novel writer. She started writing down her stories in now long-forgotten diaries and notebooks, never thinking that her dream would come true. After taking the well-worn path to a stable career, she is now plunging into the world of self-publishing.
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Daughter of the Dragon
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Heart of the Wolf
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About two years ago …
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”
Isabelle Anderson flipped her long, dark glossy locks over her shoulder as she turned around toward the source of the voice. Oh God, she thought with a matching mental eye roll.
The man grinning at her was cute, she supposed, but attractive men salivating over her was an everyday occurrence. She had barely walked past the bouncers, and it was starting already. She was not in the mood. Not tonight.
Ugh. Security really needed to be more careful of who they let in. Although Blood Moon was mostly a Lycan club, a couple of humans still tended to wander in, and there really was no reason to keep them out without outing themselves. The world outside didn’t really know about the existence of wolf shifters living among them, and it had been that way for centuries.
Punishment from the Lycan High Council for revealing their secret was severe. This guy’s fashion sense and cloying cologne were a bigger crime, she snickered to herself. His distinct lack of scent meant he was definitely human, according to her Lycan senses. Her she-wolf sneered at him, at the audacity that this human dared come near them.
“You’ll have to try much harder than that,” she said in a disinterested voice.
He looked taken aback, obviously thinking she would fall at his feet. Not in that outfit, she thought distastefully. Not even one classic piece. Did this guy even live in Manhattan? Brooklyn, she guessed. Or Queens. Yikes.
“Did I say, pretty?” the man said nervously. “I meant gorgeous. Like a goddess from heaven—”
She snorted. “You think I haven’t heard that before?”
The guy made some sound of protest, but she ignored him and made her way to the bar. Thankfully, it wasn’t crowded. It was early yet, not even dinnertime, so the club was sparse; usually, it was packed wall-to-wall with young, single, and attractive people, all bumping and grinding to the beat of the current popular dance tune.
As a rule, she didn’t show up to any club before eleven. But tonight, her parents were hosting a dinner for some VIP and pressed her to come. Another boring dinner party where boring people talked about politics or finance. She hadn’t yet decided if she was going, but since she lived in the same building as her parents, she ducked out early before they could nag her about it. Plus, she really could use a drink. Of course, as a Lycan, it took a lot of alcohol to get her drunk, but she did enjoy that short buzz after and feeling so grown up ordering a drink at a bar. Speaking of which …
“Can I get a vodka martini?” she said to the bartender.
The bartender chuckled. “Slumming it tonight, Ms. Anderson?”
Her eyes narrowed. Definitely Lycan. Her wolf could sense it. But then again, most of the staff here were shifters. “Excuse me?” He knew who she was. Of course he did. She spent almost every weekend here, plus her father, Grant Anderson, owned this club, and he was also the Alpha of New York.
“Why aren’t you in the VIP section?” He nodded at the cordoned off area at the other end of the dance floor. “You could be having drinks served to you like you usually do, instead of having to elbow your way to the bar like the rest of the unwashed masses.”
How dare you, she wanted to scream. The employees here probably gossiped about her all the time. One word about his rudeness, and she could have him fired. But she really didn’t have the energy tonight. “I didn’t feel like it,” she said with a shrug. “Can you make it a double? And hurry up, will you?” Her nostrils flared as she stared at him.
The humor left his expression. “Coming right up, Ms. Anderson.”
With a disinterested sigh, she took her phone out of her purse. As usual, it was blowing up with notifications from across her social media platforms, probably comments from her last post before she left the house. She had taken a photo of her outfit for the evening, a short white bandeaux dress, white fur coat, five-inch white heels—all couture from head to toe, of course—and posted it online. But sadly, even the hundreds of likes and comments from her followers weren’t enough to cheer her up. Swiping them away, she checked her inbox.
I’m almost there, read the last message from Maxine Muccino, her cousin