My Brutal Alpha Mate

Summary

What in God’s name was that smell?

It wasn’t a bad smell, mused a slowly waking Taryn whose eyelids

were too heavy to lift. It sure didn’t belong in her bed though. Her sleep-

fogged brain was able to tell her three things. One, the smell was actually a

person’s scent – a most delicious scent; fresh pine, spring rain and cedar

wood. Two, the alluring scent belonged to a male. And three, that male was a

wolf shifter, just like her. Taryn Warner did not smuggle strange guys into

the pack house, even if they did smell delicious.