Captured by the Wolf

MATE HUNT: FERAL PACK CAPTURED BY THE WOLF LOLA GLASS CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Epilogue Afterthoughts Also by Lola Glass Free Novella Please Review Stay in Touch About the Author Copyright © 2022 Lola Glass authorlolaglass.com All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination. Cover by JoY https://joybookdesign.com/ To all of the werewolf books that inspired my obsession and all of the authors who created them ONE I wedged my butter knife in the top of the can of Spaghetti-O’s, wrestling with the lid. It popped up in a not-so-glorious explosion of sauce that dotted my bare, pale belly. At least I was only wearing my bra and underwear. An awful round of coughing erupted in the room behind me, and I heaved a sigh. Sometimes, life felt like a struggle. I had a vampire roommate and best friend who’d been sick with the mate fever for long enough that we were too far behind on bills to ever recover. And a fifteen-hour shift that started in a few hours, at the demon-run nightclub I was assigned to work in. Plus Spaghetti-O’s for lunch—a five-year-old’s dream, but a grown-ass woman’s nightmare. No, things were not going great for me. Then again, had they ever been great? No, they had not. I wiped the sauce off my abdomen and grabbed a fork before padding to my bedroom. Money for food was nonexistent, hence the canned pasta. I couldn’t even heat it up, because our gas and electricity had been shut off a week ago… and my bank account currently had a balance of eight cents. The eight cents had only stayed because the bank threatened to close the account if I withdrew them, and I needed the account to get paid. Credit cards were a pipe dream. I didn’t have any debt, because I’d never qualified for any. That was a small miracle, I supposed, because there was no way I’d ever be able to pay back money after I borrowed it. After setting my can of pasta down on the end of the bed, I tugged one of my four remaining work tank tops over my head (it smelled like french fries and cleaning spray, but oh well) and then grabbed my jean shorts. The outfit wasn’t a uniform, but it was summertime and people paid more attention to me when I looked frumpy at the bar-slash-nightclub, so the shorts and tank top were pretty much required. I’d just finished buttoning said shorts when golden flames burst to life around me. My magic always manifested itself in flames—I was a demon after all—but these flames weren’t on purpose. Or even on accident. They barely felt like my magic at all. I felt the world shift, and then stumbled and crashed… Right into what felt like a large, naked man-chest. Me and said man-chest hit the ground hard, and my chin bounced off a rock-like pectoral before my cheek glued itself to the muscle. “Oof,” I mumbled, as my flames retreated back into my skin. If I were less shitty of a demon, I would’ve been able to control those things better. But I wasn’t. And wow, whatever man I had landed on most definitely wasn’t wearing pants. “What the hell?” the guy beneath me growled. Yeah, this could get awkward. Was he human? Please, don’t let him be human. I seemed to have been transported somewhere, and there was only one reason my weak-ass flames would’ve been able to transport me somewhere. It wasn’t a good reason. Not at all. “Don’t freak out, but you’re my fated mate,” I told the guy, peeling my face off his chest. Damn, he was massive. “What?” His growled response was somewhere between shocked and not-thrilled. Same, dude. Same. My fingers prodded his chest a little; I couldn’t help myself. Those muscles were huge. How much time did he spend in the gym? His skin was golden, and I could tell without asking that the color was from all the time he spent in the sun. Unlike me, he must’ve liked the outdoors. Knowing I couldn’t avoid his question any longer, I finally lifted my gaze off those damned pecs of his. Our eyes collided—his were a deep, dark brown. At least, they were a deep, dark brown for a split second. And then they turned red. There was only one kind of paranormal creature—which the magical society I was unfortunate enough to belong to called “mysticals” or “mysts”—with red eyes. Werewolves. They were the outcasts of our shitty world, and they weren’t supposed to be compatible with the rest of us. But my magic had transported me to him, which meant our souls were already connected. And if his eyes were turning red, it could only mean one thing. His chest rumbled beneath mine, and he growled, “Mate.” His bones cracked beneath me, and he rolled us both so his body was over the top of mine. Yep, he was definitely naked. Definitely. Did I already say that? I needed to get my mind out of the gorgeous, filthy, naked gutter, so I focused on my surroundings. Where the hell were we? His body arched and changed faster than I’d realized was possible for one of the cursed creatures—and then there was a wolf pinning me down instead of a person. His fur was dark gray with lighter patches around his face, and my fingers itched to