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I have had a fascination with shifter book since I started reading. I love the strength and power they possess. The Raber Wolf Pack series hit me and I needed to write it. This is for all who love shifter books. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

COMING SOON

Raber Wolf Pack Series Book Two—Releasing the End of July 2015

Raber Wolf Pack Series Book Three—Releasing the End of August 2015

Acknowledgements

Thank you to my amazing beta readers. All of you helped me so very much during this process: Lori, Lisa, Amber, Shasta, Emily and Sirenda.

Chelsea, you are a God sent. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Words will never express what you have given me not only in help with the book, but as a true friend.

Ena, thanks for putting up with my crazy ass.

Melissa, thank you for the awesome cover and seeing my vision.

Lea, thank you so much for everything that you do.

Sinners, you are the most kickass group of women that I have had the pleasure of getting to know better. I have adored every moment of getting to know each and every one of you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your warmth and support of my Raber Wolf Pack men. I know you love my bikers and you have opened your arms up to my wolves. I can’t thank you enough.

My family. I love you. Thank you for helping me with my dream and standing at my side throughout.

About the Author

Ryan Michele has a huge obsession with reading, which only came to life after her best friend said she had to read Twilight. After reading that series, her entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Not only was she sucked into new worlds and all of the wonderful words authors put down on paper, she felt the urge to begin to write down the characters that played inside of her head. In doing so, Safe was born. Then Wanting You, Ravage Me currently Seduce Me.

When she’s not reading or writing, she spends time taking care of her two children and her husband, enjoying the outdoors and laying in the sun.

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LOOKING IN THE OVAL
mirror of my great-great grandmother’s vanity, I pucker my lips then smoosh them together, making sure the shimmery gloss is perfectly distributed. Swiping the excess off with my index finger, I focus on my eyes, checking that every single one of my long, mascara-covered lashes are in place. I hate clumps that make me look like a freak.

My ice-blue eyes are surrounded in a smoky gray shadow, and I used way too much eyeliner. Still, the effect turned out pretty hot, making my eyes the focal point of my face. A good thing considering I was initially going for the no-foundation look tonight, until the pimple on my chin told me that wasn’t going to happen. I tried just covering the spot and blending, but it looked like a caked mess of shit and I had to start all over. Of all the days for my face to blow up and sprout nastiness, it had to be today.

My best friend Masie had talked me into sneaking out of the house for ‘the party of the year,’ or so she called it. I’m weighing a lot on tonight. If my father catches me, I’m screwed. To say he’s overbearing is an understatement. He’s protective to the tenth degree and keeps me firmly under his wing, but I know he does it out of love. But, most of the time it sucks. He scares off every male wolf that comes around. With him being Alpha of our pack, I have yet to find a male that will stand up to him when it comes to me. No one has had the balls yet. Pathetic really.

The worst of it is, I’m horny. Seriously, I’ve gone without sex for way too long. Us wolves are sexual creatures and we crave that—no,
need
that release. I’ve masturbated so much I had to buy a new vibrator about a month ago. If I get laid at this party, it will be all worth it.

Sure, my father will yell at me if I’m caught, but that should be the bulk of it. He’ll just be happy that I’m home and safe. So, I’m taking the risk.

The distinct smell of my best friend floats through the air. “Bitch, are you ready yet?” Masie calls from the doorway of the bathroom, peeking her head in, knowing she didn’t surprise me. One great thing about being a wolf is our heightened senses—smell, hearing, and sight are extremely powerful. My father thinks we are hanging out over at Masie’s house for the night and he’s gone on pack business, so this works out perfect.

“I’m coming, wench, hang on.” I run my fingers through my auburn hair. I added a few curls, which have softened into awesome cascading waves, flowing down to just above my waist. I give one more fluff before turning toward her.

“Fucking shit, Zara. Hello! Bitch in heat, here.” She waves her hand in the air, laughter ringing in her voice, and I can’t help but join her.

“I am. Let’s go.” Hell yes, I am, no argument here. I stand, adjusting my clothes in the full-length mirror. My bright blue, tight-as-shit skirt stops mid-thigh, and my black chiffon see-through top hangs off my shoulder. Underneath, I’m wearing a very boob-flattering tank that pushes my girls up for maximum cleavage.

“Damn, girl, you have got to let me borrow that outfit. Not that my tits or ass would look as good as yours, but I want it.” Masie has been my best friend since birth, and she has given me shit about what she calls my ‘lush assets’ since I got them. I have tits and ass, big whoop. It means nothing. Not in our culture.
Smell
is the only thing that matters. If the person looks good, that’s a bonus.

“Maze, you need to stop with that shit. You are beautiful so shut the fuck up.” Another line I’ve probably repeated about a zillion times over the course of our friendship. One thing that seriously pisses me off about my best friend is her opinion of herself. She’s always finding something wrong, when there is absolutely nothing there. It’s because she hasn’t found her mate yet. She’s twenty-three, like me, but all of her sisters—twenty-one, twenty, and nineteen—have already found their mates. With her being the oldest and not having found
the one
, it kills her inside. Masie thinks she has some defect that makes her scent unappealing. She’s dead wrong.

Whenever we do go out, the males flock to her. They just don’t have the scent she’s searching for. And she looks hot tonight. Sexy black hair, sultry makeup. Her black skirt is the length of mine, but nowhere near as tight. Her long-sleeved top has cutouts on the shoulders, and a deep, plunging V in the front. It pushes her boobs up, too. I love it. She may not find her mate, but there’s no doubt she’ll get some.

“I didn’t see anyone else here when I came in,” she states.

“Nope, all away on pack business. We are sleeping at your house. No harm, no foul,” I reply, smacking my lips.

“All right then, let’s go. We don’t want the good ones to be taken.”

Hell, even if they have already screwed a female, it doesn’t mean they are done. Most male wolves can orgasm multiple times in the course of a night. Some can go multiple times in one session. Yes, please.

“After you.” I grab my four-inch heels, black with shimmery blue at the very tip of the toe, and slip them on once we get down the two flights of stairs in my house.

Tonight is going to be one hell of a night.