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She's Not For You

Chapter 1

(Chapter song ‘Black Velvet' by Alannah Miles)

ANNA

The night is still. The cool air hits my wet nose as I trot through the long, dew soaked grass.

There’s no sounds except for the odd cricket and the rustling sound of my paws hitting the dirt.

As I make my way to my favorite resting point, I lift my head, perk my ears and take a big whiff of the wind as it blows by. Nothing out of the ordinary hits my senses.

The city lights are far on my back, so the sky is blanketed with stars. With no clouds, the moon provides enough light, that I don’t have to rely on my wolf too much to see.

The trees provide a good cover while I patrol the border of the city. I round a path and arrive at my destination.

The trees open up and I stand at the edge of a clearing on the border of my pack's territory, Falcon Ridge.

It's not huge city, but it's not small either. It’s 4000 hard working shifters. We are the heart of the Alliance. Pretty much all the citizens are military here. The actual pack of Falcon Ridge makes up around 1000. Run by Alpha Andrews. Nice guy, but just not my cup of tea.

There’s 6 territories in the Alliance and the Falcon Ridge Unit protects all of them from outside threats like others packs. Mainly one murderous pack. The Dragons. I’ll explain them later.

Myself? I’m part of a smaller, inner city Unit. Border Patrol. Controlled by the cities, we make sure everything runs smooth. We help with crime and make sure no one, like rogues, sneak in.

This job isn’t for pussies. You need to be on your toes, quick acting and tough. Mostly men take this job, but every once in a while you get a woman like me.

You come at me, you better make it good because if I get up, you’re dead.

You need to think on toes, most of those idiot military guys don’t get that. I know most wouldn’t last two seconds while they waited for orders to be barked. Screw that.

I walk further into the clearing and stop. At my claws is an imaginary border. On the other side of it is White Rock. It sits on our western border. Home to 800 wolves, Alpha Blake runs a tight ship over there from what I hear.

I hardly cross the border. Don’t need to. Everything I need is right here.

I slightly shuffle my paws in the grass as I scan the clearing in front of me. My bright amber eyes stop and focus on a spot in the trunks.

Movement.

My ears twitch back and forth as I gather information on whether this is who I’m waiting for or someone else.

A dark shadow on four legs, breaches the tree line and trots toward me. Puffs of white cloud escapes his panting muzzle when he enters the moons light.

As he gets closer, I catch the grey mixed with black fur. The light almost makes him shine.

He locks eyes with me and straightens out. Making a beeline for the imaginary line.

Michael Dorian. The border patroller for this area between our two towns. Great guy. He’ll always have your back. I trust him with my life. He’s my best friend, why wouldn’t I?

He huffs as he gets closer. It’s almost hard to believe we’ve been meeting here almost every night for the last five years. It’s our spot.

His wolf stands at attention and eyes me up and down. My wolf lets out a little growl.

The wind picks up and a gust swirls around his wolf’s legs as he shifts. His impressive naked form stands where his wolf was and the wind dies down.

"Anna." He says low as he runs his hand through his thick brown hair. His brown eyes hinting that I can shift anytime now.

I call the wind and my body rearranges. My naked body stands in front of him. I give him a smirk and bounce my brow. “Michael.” I say coyly as I kick out a leg and fold my arms.

I flick my eyes around his cut body. I always like what I see.

During normal, everyday life, getting aroused by one of us being naked, hardly happens. We’re so used to it, it’s boring most times.

But…Every now and then, there’s that one body that you just want to chow down on. You just look at them and say, ‘Come to mama, baby.' Like the one I’m looking at right now.

He relaxes his stance and crosses his thick, muscular arms over his swollen, defined chest. "Anything out of the ordinary tonight?"

I look around the to the trees. "Not here. It’s been pretty quiet. Which is good because these double patrols are really killing me. The fucking Security Unit keeps taking all our manpower." I arch my brow. "How about you?"

He rubs his nape. "Nothing here either. I was kind of itching for a fight tonight. It's weird. We went from attacks almost daily, to...well...nothing." He looks around and flops his hand to his side.

I fix my long, brown hair with blonde highlights and flick a bug off my shoulder. "Hey, I'll take it. Maybe we can knock off early and catch a beer. What do you say?" I raise the corner of my mouth in a sly smile, lick my lips and give him a once over.

Michael is definitely a heart stopper. I’ve tasted him in so many ways that a proper woman shouldn’t, but no one said I was proper.

I’ll have him for breakfast, lunch and twice at dinner, but I'm not into him for any kind of relationship. He’s a hook up. A fling to satisfy my urges. I love him as a friend, but that’s as far as it goes.

Five years ago, I helped him bring down a nasty rogue wolf.

What’s a rogue? A shifter without a pack. We are so dependent on packs, that when one loses a pack, or gets kicked out by the Alpha, the solitary lifestyle does something. Something we all call Rogue Sickness. An illness that cause the brain to become sick and the wolf part of the beast to take full control. They stink to high heaven and will kill you without a second thought. It’s up to us border agents to kill them first.

Anyway, back to my midnight snack…

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Anna Riker is a border agent with a giant chip on her shoulder. In the city of Falcon Ridge, a military town, everyone wants to be a soldier. Anna has zero patience for them. She prefers the cop life. Drinking, hooking up with men and taking down bad guys. Her life was perfect until she meets River.

River Blake is the Alpha son of Damian Blake in White Rock. Rivers dad says he has to find his fated before he gets his title. River is angry and feels that will never happen until he sees a woman dressed all in leather in a bar. He has to find her. He finally does, but now he has to get past her anger. He thinks the Security Unit can help her so he does the unthinkable.

Michael Dorian is best friends with Anna. He's seen her at her worst. He's been her regular hookup for years, but she refuses to acknowledge him for any kind of relationship. The problem? Michael's feelings for Anna are growing and he can't stop it. When River enters the scene, Michael's feelings turn to anger. He's bent on making Anna his and he goes to desperate, dangerous lengths to have her.

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