“The Alpha of the Belesone Pack, Milo, is stunned to find that the Elders have chosen a mate for him. At nearly twenty years of age, he should have been mated by now, but although he can sense her, she proves elusive. To discover that the Elders have chosen a mate that is not his true mate, the one he is destined to be with, is bad enough. When he discovers that they have chosen Katarina Torlov, the runt of the pack, as his bride, it’s beyond a joke, but Milo soon discovers that Katarina is much more than she seems.”
“Katarina wiped away her tears as she left the house and made the slow walk home. She felt ridiculous and terrible and even more of a burden than she had ever felt before. Why did the Elders choose her? The Alpha’s mate was supposed to be his equal, someone who could help him lead the pack and who would fight by his side in times of trouble. She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t deny that the Alpha was beautiful. He was the Alpha, after all. Tall, strong, brave. All the things she wasn’t. Well, she was tall, she supposed. But she was intelligent and emotional, where he was composed and impersonal. He oozed authority and even justice sometimes. All she oozed was crazy.
She wasn’t exactly ugly. She wouldn’t say that. That was like insulting her parents, by saying that. But she wasn’t typically attractive either, like Josanna was. Josanna had the family traits: blond hair, blue eyes, sparkling personality, loveable, kind, sweet, but also strong, fast, and smooth with conversation. Katarina had no shame in admitting to what she was: socially awkward, quiet, mousy, tall and skinny, with over emphasized hips and chest. Her hands were not small and dainty like Josanna, but they weren’t big and fat either. She had dark hair, like ebony, with mint chocolate eyes. Even her wolf was different.
Where all the others of her pack were big burly things, with dark to tan fur, she was small, skinny, lost looking, and a strange grey colour unlike any other she had seen. She had a wider call range than the other shifters of her community did. She changed more often, too. Not just for running and hunting, but sometimes to sleep, sometimes just to walk late at night as a wolf. She was more comfortable as a wolf than as a human, with steady paws and sure footing. Her human was clumsy and awkward.
“Katarina!” the Alpha called as he ran to catch up to her.
She glanced back and blushed. He really was quite beautiful. Taller than her, dark hair, dark midnight blue eyes, big muscles, great abs.
Oh yeah, she had been checking him out over the years. They weren’t shifters without getting bare sometimes. Their clothes tended to disappear when they shifted, into fine shreds of various fabrics. They weren’t supposed to be shy about their bodies, but Katarina was. She had never made a public shift back into human form her whole life. And she didn’t plan to. Shifting from human to wolf was fine; no one saw anything, but the other way around was too embarrassing. She was different even in that simple thing.
Milo slowed to a walk as he caught up with her and buried his hands in his pockets, not talking.
Katarina thought about the possibility of being mates. A shifter was supposed to recognize their mate from the age of sixteen, over any distance. It was usually only when they came face to face that they recognized each other for what they were. By rights, if they were meant to be mates, they should have felt something akin to an intense infatuation for each other. But she didn’t need to delve into Milo’s mind to know he didn’t feel a thing for her.
Katarina felt it. She had her intense infatuation with Milo and had known it since she was around ten years old. But that didn’t change anything. She wouldn’t allow him, an Alpha now, to be with her. Not even if he loved her back.”
“Elaine White grew up in a small town on the east coast of Scotland. She is an author of paranormal romance, crime and MM romance. Fighting cancer in her early teens taught her that life is short and dreams should be pursued. She lives vicariously through her independent, and often hellion characters, while living comfortably at home with a pack of wolves cleverly disguised as one standard poodle. A self-professed geek, Elaine has fallen in love with the research linked with her novels. The more obscure the better. She has recently delved into reading and writing MM romance/erotica and is now a happy addict of the genre.”