Alphas of Ireland

They're not just going to claim me. They're going to breed me. Waking up nearly naked in a forest with no memory of how I got there was bad enough. Then a pack of wolf shifters caught my scent. Five huge, fearsome brutes, naked like the wild beasts they are, throbbing with visceral need as they...

If this feisty little human hadn't tried to blow one of our heads off before we even caught her scent, we might have been a little bit gentle when we mounted and rutted her for the first time. But now our naughty mate is going to have to earn our seed before she's bred. We're going to hunt her down, tear off her clothes, and teach her what happens to bad girls. Then we're going to make her come so hard she begs for our knots.

I'm theirs to share. And theirs to breed. I've spent years trying to prove that wolf shifters aren't mindless brutes, but that was before five of them hunted me down, claimed me as their mate, and took turns mounting, rutting, and breeding me. Feral or not, they're definitely wild beasts. And...