Page 1 of Protected By Her Wolves

Chapter One

Amara woke to sunlightstreaming into the window, which meant it was past nine AM, as sunrises were coming later each morning. It was already early October at the Alaskan Amaroki reservation, located about an hour west of Fairbanks. A yawn overtook her as she stretched toward the ceiling. Even though she’d slept in, she was still exhausted after Alexi had kept her up most of the night. Her second child was a voracious eater, and unfortunately, Rone had tried every bottle imaginable, but only her breast would do.

The door cracked open, and Drasko, her second alpha and Alexi’s father, slipped inside. He looked delicious enough to devour in a loose-fitting pair of sweats and an unbuttoned flannel shirt that revealed his hard, flat abdomen and broad muscular chest with swirling tribal tattoos. His long, black hair was tied back, emphasizing his dark, feral eyes and high cheekbones. His skin was bronzed from spending days in the sun, either fishing, hunting, fixing things around the house, or doing other outdoor activities as they prepared for another long, cold winter.

He set a steaming cup of coffee on the nightstand beside her and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Good morning,” he said, tenderly stroking her face.

“Good morning.” She sat up and kissed his cheek before reaching for the coffee and taking several long sips. She recognized the desire swirling in his eyes while watching him over the rim of her cup. He’d been wanting her all week, but between focusing on Alexi, and then on Hakon before he’d gone back to work in the oil fields, she’d been neglecting her second alpha. She would have to rectify that—soon. “The babies?” she asked while listening for sounds coming from the downstairs kitchen.

“In the game room with Annie and Rone,” he said, brushing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. “You slept in.”

“I did.” A shudder coursed down her spine at the feeling of his fingers grazing her skin. He had a way of turning her bones to putty with just one touch. “Your son was being fussy.”

“He just wanted boobies.” He flashed a fanged grin. “Not that I blame him.” He took the empty mug of coffee from her, a low growl rising from his throat.

“Drasko.” She pushed his hard chest when he reached for her. “I have to pee.” Reluctantly, she stood and grabbed her robe off a nearby chair, though she badly wanted him to do whatever dirty things he was thinking about. Judging by the wickedness in his smile, he wanted to doverydirty things.

“Go pee.” He leaned back on the bed, resting on his palms, that gloriously large erection straining against his sweats. “I’ll be waiting.”

She hurried into the bathroom, used the toilet, and brushed her teeth and hair, anticipation tightening a knot low in her belly. She slipped off her panties and top, careful not to touch her sore, leaking breasts. They wouldn’t have time to savor each other because Alexi would need to be fed soon. She cringed when a baby’s cry rose up from one of the stories below. Damn. Shoulders falling in defeat, she slipped into her robe and cinched the belt. Sex with Drasko would have to wait.

Much to her dismay, he was naked on the bed, his large erection jutting toward her like a spear. How badly she wanted to climb on top of him and ride him like a fucking bronco. She shook her head when he reached for her. “I have to feed Alexi.”

His growl turned her skin to gooseflesh as he pushed off the bed, stalking toward her like a wolf cornering a hare. “He can wait.”

“He can’t, and you know it.” She strode for the door, her breasts leaking when her baby cried louder. “You know how he gets.” She didn’t understand why the Ancients thought it was a good idea to give their infant son earthshaker powers. When Alexi threw tantrums, he had the power to rattle the entire house. “Besides, these things are full.” She motioned toward her aching breasts that felt like water balloons ready to pop.

He licked his lips like a starving wolf. “I’ll drain them.”

Leaning against the door, she crossed her arms, a futile attempt to shield her chest. Just like Alexi, Drasko usually got what he wanted. Too bad for Drasko, his son came first. “You’re not taking our son’s milk supply, you big bad wolf.” She couldn’t contain a smile as he closed the distance between them.

Fur sprouted along his face and his eyes flashed gold as he grasped her shoulders. Moisture pooled between her legs at the hungry look in his eyes. He was going to take her right here, right now, unless she stopped him.

A cry rent the air again, this one more feverish, and then the entire house shook, rattling the door behind her and making her shake like a bag of marbles.

Drasko swore. The family dogs began to howl, their voices carrying throughout the house, an ear-piercing chorus of three deep baritones from the big dogs and two squeals from her little mutts.

She clucked her tongue, pressing a palm against his hard-as-iron abdomen, not trusting herself to move her hand lower. “I’ll take care of you after I feed your son. You can wait a little while longer,” she cooed, breathing against his chest when he hovered over her, his breath heating her neck. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

He pressed that glorious, thick erection against her stomach. “I’m holding you to it.”

She giggled when he nuzzled her neck, knowing she had to make her escape before their son brought the walls down.

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Amara hurried downtwo flights of stairs to the game room. Her cousin Annie had a helpless look in her eyes as she rocked a fussy Alexi. The dogs howled at Annie’s feet like a chorus of wolves.

Amara took the baby and sat down on the sofa. Alexi had already mastered the ability to rip open Amara’s top and snatch her breast. Amara felt sorry for her child’s future mate. He was insatiable and stubborn, just like his father. He greedily drank down her milk while digging his chubby fingers into her breast.

“Easy,” she cooed, stroking his face.

He looked too much like his father, with slick, dark hair and a far too feral look in his eyes. He was not quite a year old but could already walk and knew a few words. Alexi was a precocious baby who drove her insane at times, but she felt so blessed to be his mother. He and his brothers would make fine tribal chieftains one day, though she was in no rush for them to grow up.

Rone brought her a breakfast tray and set it on the table beside her. She kissed his cheek, thanking him. Alexi eased up on her breast, while she ate an egg and sausage sandwich and drank another cup of coffee, this one decaffeinated with lots of almond milk.

Amara usually ate with a baby attached to her boob or hip. Her gamma, Rone, always made sure she had food and drink, though she didn’t know how he found the time to take care of everyone and himself. She watched him and her cousin Annie play on the floor with Amara’s toddler Hrod and their dogs. Rone was such an amazing gamma. Like all Amaroki gammas, he stayed home and took care of the family. He was a great cook and so attentive to the children, making her job much easier. Now if only Alexi would take a bottle so she could get a day off. The freezer was full of her pumped milk that he refused to drink.

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