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I clipped a large white lily from my garden. They were the only things I could get to grow, and I loved how they multiplied. Closing my eyes, I brought the lily close to my nose and breathed in its scent.

I was so consumed by the beauty of the flower and my love for Callen and Ainsley that I didn't notice the tremble of the earth beneath my feet at first. But as I entered the cottage and placed the lily in a pitcher of water, it became something I couldn't ignore anymore.

Boom.

I clutched my neck in surprise. Was it time already? I walked out of my home and through the heather towards the cliff and looked out at the glassy loch below. There was no breeze. The air was unmoving, and time stood still. I kept my eyes glued onto the lake as I waited. And waited.

Boom!

My scar burned slightly and I sighed. There were other MacCullochs still in the world, and the loch demanded to have one in its depths. If I didn't find someone to replace Niall in the loch, it would send another of the many souls captured there, souls much more crazed than Niall ever was.

I had saved Ainsley and Callen. Ainsley would be able to live however long her life would be with Bran. And Callen would finally have a full lifetime with Heather. But it all came with a sacrifice, one I told no one about.

Sighing, I approached the barrel to the side of my cottage where I collected rain. The water began to swirl as I dipped my finger into it.

"Show yourselves to me, MacCullochs," I whispered. "I know you're out there. Who is without love?"

Clouds formed in the water, then cleared. The familiar pine trees and clapboard houses came into view. The view shifted and brought me to Ainsley's home.

"No, we had a deal," I said. "They are safe. You promised you wouldn't touch them."

In the vision, a car pulled up to the front of the house and a man with short dark hair stepped out of the car. He walked up to the house as Bran opened the door. The men embraced and slapped each other on the back.

"I never thought I'd see you again, Donal," Bran said happily as they entered the house.

"When the hunts increased, everyone in the clan went our separate ways. We couldn't risk being found while they were exterminating the wolves."

"Such a sad time," Bran said.

"Aye," he said, nodding his head sadly. "When I got that phone call from the human, what was her name?"

"Pinky."

"Yes, Pinky. When she called, I was stunned. I don't know how she tracked me down."

"I gave her a list of the people in our clan, and you have to admit you haven't kept a low profile."

"What's the point?" Donal said with a shrug. "I'm immortal. I can do whatever I want. If things don't work out, then I fake my death and move on."

"But what about love?"

"Ahh, Bran. You were always the romantic, not me."

"You don't know what you're missing out on."

The image rippled as I moved my fingers in the water.
Donal won't know what hit him,
I thought with a laugh. I knew his type, he was cocky and arrogant, just like Niall. And I knew exactly the kind of woman who would bring him to his knees. Now I just needed to find her. The loch wouldn't accept him without a broken heart.

Boom!

I walked through the heather and stood near the cliff as I looked out at the loch again. A drop came from the sky and landed in the lake, rippling the water in circles that moved further and further towards the shore. Slowly, the ripples moved underneath my feet.

"We have a deal," I yelled towards the loch. "My word is my bond. Give me time!"

The rippling stopped, and a gentle breeze flowed past. I didn't know how much time I had. I could have minutes, hours, even centuries before the vengeful loch would rise. I had work to do and I would do it happily. As an angel once said, "In love there are many sacrifices, but never any regret."

The End

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About Charming the Alpha

Hannah Crane just graduated college, lives at home with her mom, and has no idea what to do with her life. One night while visiting her grandmother, she's startled by a wolf and everything changes.

In the forest investigating a recent rash of murders and missing shifters, werewolf Alpha Caleb Overstreet doesn't expect to run into a human, let alone a witch. Especially not one whose scent tells him she is his other half...or is she?

As the secrets of her ancestry are revealed, Caleb and Hannah are unable to stay away from each other and Hannah finds herself in danger. A rival pack believes her to be at the center of a curse that would enable them to control other shifters. But is Hannah the wolf charmer they believe her to be? Or is she really Caleb's fated mate?

Excerpt from

Charming the Alpha

by

Liliana Rhodes

Chapter One

"I'm leaving in a few minutes, Mom," Hannah called out.

Dressed in her favorite outfit for luck, dark skinny jeans, worn brown leather boots, and a light blue chenille sweater with navy and white stars, she peered out the small oval window that faced the street of the old cottage she was born in.

The full moon hung large and low in the sky, lighting the road. She was almost ready to leave and her palms felt a little moist as she thought about it, but she was running out of time if she wanted to see Pea. And seeing Pea was all she could think about.

As she finished braiding her long auburn hair, Hannah Crane wrapped an elastic around the end hoping that if her hair was neat, her grandmother wouldn't give her such a hard time about cutting it. Normally she wore it loose and wild to lengthen her round face. Not that her rounded cheeks bothered her, but she thought she looked better with her hair down. Plus Hannah loved feeling her hair sway against the middle of her back. Unfortunately Pea had a hatred for long hair and Hannah desperately needed her focused on this short visit.

"Here, wear this," Eliza Crane, Hannah's mother said as she handed her a navy and red hooded cloak. "I just finished it and it's going to get chilly tonight."

"Its just going to slow me down, Mom," Hannah said as she slipped her arms into the hidden sleeves.

"I don't want you to catch cold. Plus maybe you can tuck your hair in the back so its hidden. I know she's been on you to cut it. She did the same thing to me when I was your age."

"Did you do it? Did you give in to her? I'm twenty-two, I should have crazy long hair. Short hair is better when you're older," she said as she admired her mother's jet black shoulder length hair. "Besides, I couldn't pull off short hair if I tried. Its too much work."

Hannah was pretty sure her mother had been one of those girls she grew up envying. She thought of the women who could do anything to their hair and still look gorgeous, and knew her mother fit in with them perfectly. Eliza's beauty was a regular topic in the town of Leeds Point, NJ and Hannah grew up hearing about it often, but that never bothered her.

The town folk loved pointing out how she looked nothing like her mom. With Eliza's warm smile and delicate features, Hannah understood everyone's infatuation with her mother. Even dressed in an old t-shirt and sweatpants like she wore now, her mother still looked stunning.

The only time her mother's appearance troubled her was when people started guessing about her father. He was a topic that was never mentioned at home. Hannah hardly knew anything about him and what she did know, seemed too unbelievable for her to accept.

"I did give in," Eliza said quietly, "but it didn't make her happy."

"Why not?"

Eliza swallowed hard before answering. "She said it was too late, the damage had been done."

"What did she mean by that?" Hannah asked.

As Eliza turned away, Hannah knew she had pushed too far.
 
Eliza squared her shoulders back, and lifted her chin before she spoke again. "Oh you know Pea, she's always dramatic," Eliza said with a forced nonchalance to her voice Hannah knew meant her mother was stressed by the topic. "I was pregnant with you when I cut my hair. Pea thinks no one will look at us if we have short hair. She's trying to protect us," Eliza said laughing nervously as she looked at her watch then spun it around her wrist.

"Yeah that sounds about right for Pea," Hannah said, letting the subject drop. It was getting late so she didn't have the time to ask more and she knew from experience that Eliza wouldn't say anything else.

"Are you going to tell her about school?" Eliza asked.
 

Hannah groaned and rolled her eyes. "College is the last thing I want to talk about, but you know how it is, Mom. I'm...I guess I'm feeling lost. And Pea has always been the one to point me in the right direction."

"Then maybe you should've spoken to her before you started cutting classes."

"Please don't start, Mom," Hannah said as she looked out the window. "Just be glad I graduated. I don't have the time to talk about this right now. Unless you want to come with me. You know Pea would be thrilled to see you."

"No, it's alright, honey. You go ahead. I'm not in the right frame of mind to see Pea anyway. Send her my love though."

Hannah nodded at her mother but didn't say anything. She couldn't remember the last time Eliza joined her on a visit to Pea. Now wasn't the time to bring that up though. She could see just the mention of the past made her mother shut down.

Hannah had a lot of questions about her father, but she never drummed up the courage to ask. Hearing her mom say she cut her hair was the closest she'd come to talking about him in years.

"Don't wait up," Hannah said.

After kissing her mother on the cheek, Hannah stepped outside and leaned against the heavy, white-washed wooden door of their cottage. The tiny home had been in their family since the days of the pilgrims. It barely had enough space for the two women, but Hannah loved it.

Their closest neighbor was near enough that she could see their porch light on, but not so close that she felt crowded in. There were only a few small houses on their street and they all had historic markers on them. That didn't make them very special though. Most of the area had small old homes like these.

The full moon made the grassy path curving between the tall pine trees at the end of the street easier to see, but Hannah didn't need it. She followed the trail like she did every full moon, exactly as her mother taught her years ago. She enjoyed these visits with Pea, even if they were short.

Hannah breathed the cool air in deeply, happy for fall to finally arrive in South Jersey. It had been a very humid summer and running through the woods usually made her easy prey for blood thirsty mosquitos. She didn't have to worry about them tonight though, and she never gave any thought to the other creatures in the forest.

Granted, the last thing she wanted was to run into a "damned wolf", as her mother and Pea always referred to them, but that was only because they were rude, dirty, uneducated creatures. At least that's what they always told her.

Hannah wasn't even sure she really believed they existed. Leeds Point had always been a strange little town with its detailed folklore. Sometimes it was hard knowing what was real and what were simply stories. For example, her mother once told her her father was a werewolf. But she also told her there was a tooth fairy and Santa Claus. Hannah didn't know if when Eliza revealed that detail about her dad, if she was just trying to entertain the then ten-year-old Hannah's young, over-imaginative mind or if she was telling the truth.
 

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