Mark of the Wolf: Part I: Mark of the Wolf Trilogy, #1

By Kimber White

Fate is a four-letter word. I know mine well. As the only female shifter in a generation, I had my pick of Alpha wolves. Each of them strong. Honorable. Suitable mates that would ensure my family's hold on Wild Lake for decades to come. My noble duty. But I have a secret. My unforgivable sin.

I am not who they think I am. My needs are much more wicked. Only one man ever knew the truth.

I knew him only as X. The most powerful Alpha wolf I've ever known. My tormentor. My brother's rival. My father's enemy.

Though I had no choice, killing him wasn't enough to drive him from my heart. He still makes me bend for him in my dreams. My dark cravings have only gotten stronger with time.

Now, my past has caught up with me. My brother has gone missing in the ruins of Chicago. To find the men who took him, I'll have to call forth the darkest parts of myself. Dance with the devil who wants to claim me. Sometimes, deep in the night, I want him to. Except I have one last secret.

My name is Tempest. And I am the storm.

Note: If you like your wolf shifter dudes hot, tortured, angsty, scarred, and ready to rip apart anyone who touches their fated mates, this one's for you. This is a slow-burn, enemies to lovers paranormal romance trilogy. Part one ends on a cliff.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nokay Press, LLC
• Release date: Oct 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201130879

Kimber White

Kimber White writes steamy paranormal romance with smoldering, alpha male shifters and kickass heroines (doormats need not apply). Because she just can't help herself from torturing her heroes…expect edge of your seat suspense as Kimber's characters fight for their happily ever afters and their fated mates. Kimber lives on a lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan with her neurotic dog and wildly supportive family. For the latest scoop on Kimber's new releases plus a FREE EBOOK as a welcome gift, be sure to sign up for Kimber's newsletter at www.kimberwhite.com

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Chapter One

The Club - The Ruins of Chicago 25 years from now…

Would it be my eyes that gave me away? Just the faintest glint of silver that I couldn’t hide. If he looked hard enough. If he got close enough. I kept my gaze on the floor, praying my lashes were long enough to cover my secret.

He pulled me to him. Look at me, he commanded.

Slowly, I raised my eyes. Slow, steady. Careful not to let my pulse race. I’d prepared for this. Weeks on end, I meditated, focused on my breathing, staying present. Not letting that jolt of fear and adrenaline betray me. I felt the tiniest beads of sweat forming between my breasts.

Maybe that would give me away. He held my head up, his finger crooked beneath my chin. He was big. Brawny. A bear shifter. His scent turned my stomach. But I knew how lucky I was he’d been the one to pluck me out of the crowd. We stood on the catwalk as a thrumming disco beat drowned out every other voice but his. He was all hands. I kept my back stiff as he touched me, as he inhaled me.

He wrinkled his nose. My scent. Would that betray me now? Had that little witch from Michigan lied to me? I paid her top dollar for the potion to mask my natural smell. This bear shifter didn’t seem to like it. But that was the point.

Take your shirt off, he said.

My what? I asked.

He grunted. Your shirt. Take it off.

I knew this was the deal. Had planned for that too. I feigned fear as I slowly unbuttoned each button, letting the bear rake his eyes over me. He licked his lips as I slipped out of my black blouse and let it pool at my feet.

Nice, he said, admiring the way my breasts filled out my black lace bra.

Now those, he said, pointing to my jeans.

I kept my eyes locked with his as I slipped my stiletto boots off and kicked off my jeans. I had on a matching black lace thong, selected just for this.

Turn around, he said. I did. To his credit, he didn’t touch me. But I knew he was on strict orders not to. I also knew what I could do if he tried. In less than a second, I could let my claws come out and open his throat. He’d be dead before he hit the ground.

But then everyone in the club would know exactly what I was.

Very nice, he said. They’ll love you. Put the boots back on, they’re a nice touch.

I picked up my shirt and my jeans.

No, he said. Not those. You won’t need those again where you’re going, honey.

But…

You signed up for this, he said. You want to change your mind, revoke your consent, do it now.

No, I said, taking a breath. No. I consent. This is what I want.

Quicker than I thought a bear could move, he grabbed my top and jeans. He let his own claws out, shredding them to pieces. Then he threw them over the catwalk. The remains of my clothes disappeared into the throng of partygoers below us.

Just the boots, the bra, and the thong. That’s all you’ll need, sweetheart. For now.

I turned toward him and pulled my boots back on. His lips curled with lust as he watched me bend over.

Yeah, he said. You’re too skinny for my tastes, but you’ll fetch a nice price down there. They’ll call you when it’s your turn. What’s your name again?

Tempest, I said. That was the one truth I had told. Tempest. Tem. The nickname my father had given me before I’d even turned one year old. It stuck. Now only my family knew my birth name: Camilla McGraw. If this bear or anyone else in the club even suspected, God help me.

Tempest, he repeated. Then, he reached for me, grabbing a lock of my dark blonde hair, twirling it between his fingers. Put this up, he said. You won’t want anything covering up the goods. Plus, they like to make you take it down after, in private.

He came prepared, handing me a black rubber band. This must be something he told all the merchandise, as he’d called me the first time he laid eyes on me. I gathered my hair, piling it high. I twisted it into a bun and secured it with the band.

Nice, he said. You’re ready. Just head down those stairs and wait. You’re next after the redhead.

With that, he gave me an unceremonious shove toward the stairs. I felt my claws come out as I dug them into my palms.

No, I thought. Not now. Not after I’d come all this way. I was so close. I could feel the body heat coming off the crowd below. The energy rose to a fever pitch as they called the next girl down the catwalk.

The bidding for her was about to start.

I stayed in the shadows, waiting for my turn. The redhead was far younger than me. Nineteen, twenty at the most. She was different, too. Curvier. She wore a tight gold dress that barely covered her boobs. She played that up as the auctioneer brought her under the spotlight. So she got a whole dress. I got my bra and panties.

Here she is, folks, the auctioneer hollered. Like a strawberry tart. Fresh and delicious. She’s tested too. Take a look.

He gave the girl a look. Clearly, they’d rehearsed this part. The girl turned her back to the crowd. Like me, she had her hair piled high on her head. She bent down, kneeling so the crowd could get a good look at the back of her neck. A second spotlight hit her, illuminating the faint, crescent-shaped scar she bore at the base of her neck.

An Alpha’s Mark.

She’s a free agent now, the auctioneer said. Her mate took off during the raids last year. She’s been all alone for months. You know what that means!

To prove his point, the girl turned back toward the crowd. I could sense the heat coming off of her. Her nipples peaked beneath her shiny dress.

A mark with no mate, the auctioneer said. This one’s as ripe as they come. He put his finger to her lips. Still on her knees, she sucked it. The oohs and ahs of the crowd reached a deafening pitch. The auctioneer was very good at his job.

By the time the bidding started, there was near pandemonium. Two wolf shifters in the front row fought it out. To their left, a tiger shifter came forward, offering a hundred grand. Another wolf rose, his eyes glinting gold. He upped the ante to a quarter of a million. I knew the record bid price at the Club was half a million. I would fetch that. And more. They wouldn’t know what I was. Not for sure. But they would sense something different about me. Something delicious. Something they couldn’t resist.

The girl played her part. She got on all fours, quivering, shaking her bottom.

I scanned the crowd. The bids went up and up. But the prize I wanted stayed in the shadows. If it were anyone else but me, they wouldn’t be able to see him from this vantage point. He was there though. Holding court in the back of the room, his pack of beta wolves and sycophants surrounding him.

Rumor was, he’d taken over one of the strongest Montana packs two years ago at the end of the war.

Twenty-eight years ago, on the day I was born, my father’s pack lived in peace in northern Michigan. The forests of Wild Lake were home. But then the world turned upside down. War broke out. Shifters were forced into hiding, servitude, or worse. That was over now. We’d fought our way to freedom, if not peace.

Sold! the auctioneer called out. It was the tiger shifter who’d won the prize. It cost him three hundred thousand, all in gold. His stripes flashed across his chest as he held a hand out, helping the girl to climb down. She threw her arms around his neck and let him carry her through the crowd.

You’re up! The auctioneer made eye contact with me. The spotlight shone directly on me as I stood on the stairs. I straightened my back, stuck out my breasts, found a sheepish smile as I came to join him on the stage.

She’s a live one! the auctioneer called. As he took my hand, I felt his magic crackle along my skin. A wizard, then. At least he wasn’t fae. Everyone hated the fae. They’d started the last war. A bid to pitch shifters and other magic users against each other. They had gambled that we’d wipe each other out, leaving numbers small enough to manage.

They were wrong. Now, we were left to rebuild. Places like Chicago had been burned out years ago. Left in ruins. Lawless. Slowly, we were starting to take them back.

Show ‘em what you got, honey, the auctioneer said.

I played coy, wrapping my arms around myself. The music started. The auctioneer shoved me to the edge of the stage. What seemed like a thousand pairs of eyes feasted on me. There were the wolf shifters who’d lost out on the redhead. They saw something different in me. I looked stronger, more toned. There was nothing I could do about that.

Come on, honey, the auctioneer whispered to me. Give them a show! You’ll end up with some beta. You want that?

I let the driving beat of the music take over. Straightening my back, I sauntered over to the side of the stage. I saw the pole. The music was ancient. Prince. Popular during my grandparents’ day. But I let it carry me away.

Swinging one leg around the pole, I turned and twirled for them, throwing my hair back. That got the crowd going as Prince crooned about cream and getting on top.

I executed a perfect turn around the pole, then righted myself. Careful, I thought. I couldn’t let my eyes glint. I couldn’t let them see what I really was. If I did, they’d pay a million. Ten million. But I’d catch the wrong prize.

I did what she did. The redhead. I dropped down on all fours, crawling toward the front of the stage.

There was another wolf shifter watching me. One I hadn’t spotted before. Tall. Broad. An Alpha for sure. He leaned against the wall, his lips curled into a smirk.

Who are you? I thought. I hadn’t clocked him when I came in. How had he slipped past my senses? He had pale blue eyes. When he let them glint silver, it sent an echoing charge through me.

No, I thought. Not him. He’s not the one. I tore my eyes away from him.

There, I thought. He’s the one. He’d risen from his chair in the back of the room. He gripped the railing separating his party from the throngs below.

I licked my lips and started to rise. Moving my hips in time to the music, I tried to focus all my energy on him. I knew what he wanted. What he needed to feel from me.

You’re good at this, the voice in my head called out. I felt the echo of his touch. Rough fingers. Strong hands. Lips that kissed a trail down the planes of my stomach. Even now, after all this time, I still ached for him. My body would always betray me when I thought of him. And he knew it. He was still with me,