"Sometimes a bit of fun and some “fluffy shifters” is exactly what I am looking for, and few authors are more reliable in providing this setup than Marcy Jacks. ‘The Night Forest Pack’ series in particular, based on this first book, will be a perfect example of much-loved (by me) tropes woven into an exciting story about characters who behave as I expect. Add a few unexpected twists in the way the werewolves in this world procreate, some hot bedroom interludes, and a bad guy causing mayhem, and voilà, I am already smiling in anticipation. Dylan is a persecuted omega. Held prisoner and abused by an alpha who wants to use his special abilities, he is determined to escape the forced mating. He has already been injured and is not even the fastest omega around, so an alpha following him to take him prisoner is a pretty big threat. And then he runs into yet another alpha who seems to be interested in what only Dylan and those like him can give him, and Dylan should be terrified. Except this new alpha is different - Galen may take Dylan prisoner, but he also feeds him, buys him clothes, and treats him like a real member of his pack. Added to the physical attraction Dylan feels, there is no way he can resist. Galen is pretty much a typical alpha: strong, possessive, protective, and determined to make his omega obey his rules and commands. But when he begins to discover what Dylan has been through, he not only (predictably) wants to avenge him, he also adapts the way he treats him. Galen is still strong and commanding, make no mistake, but he learns to consider Dylan’s feelings, and that is kind of cool. He is also pretty excited about the potential to have pups, and I can’t wait to see him deal with becoming a father. Zayne, the omega who helped Dylan escape, does not fare quite as well as Dylan in this first book. In fact, though he gets away from their abuser and ends up with Galen’s pack as well, things end pretty badly for him and I can only hope he’ll fare better in the future! If you like werewolf stories, if an abused omega finding a better life is your thing, and if you’re looking for a read that is entertaining, has just a touch of tension, and is about adorable characters struggling to find a better life, then you will probably like this novella." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
“Answer me, omega,” said the alpha.
Dylan shivered. “My mate is chasing me.”
The alpha pulled his hand back sharply. A quick breath of air left his throat, and his eyes widened, as though he was shocked.
Dylan whimpered from the loss of the alpha’s touch. Without it, the cold returned. The feeling of being uncomfortably wet came back, along with the sting of his tiny cuts, and the throb in his knee that he swore was going to make him lie down and die just to make the pain stop.
Dylan reached out for the alpha, but the man pulled his hand back a second time.
Dylan bit down on another pathetic whimpering noise. The accusation in the alpha’s voice stunned him.
Why did he care if Dylan had a mate or not?
“Don’t make me ask you again,” growled the alpha, and his eyes were glowing that shade of red again.
Dylan nodded. “Yes. My mate.”
Leeroy Durst. The guy was the absolute worst. The way Dylan’s knee throbbed as he thought of the man was like a cosmic reminder of how much he hated him, and how he was going to get away.
That knowledge, on top of the fact that Dylan was once again in pain from head to toe, made him angry. He glared at the alpha’s chest, not daring to glare into his eyes.
“I’m not going back.”
“If you’re his mate, he has a claim to you.”
Though this alpha had yet to grab him, Dylan still took a step back, out of reach, just in case that was the next step. “He doesn’t own me. No one owns me.” Dylan shook his head. “I’m not going back.”
“Why not?” asked the alpha. His voice sounded calm enough, but it was when he stepped forward, that really made Dylan nervous.
Dylan bit down on his lower lip, repeating the words Zayne had told him.
“I’m not someone’s property.”
“Property and mating are two separate things. You’ll die without each other.”
Dylan looked the alpha in the eyes. “I don’t care.”
The alpha’s eyes widened, and Dylan only then realized he was glaring at an alpha full on in the face.
Mortified, and terrified, Dylan dropped his head, staring down at his feet. God, please don’t let this alpha hurt me. “I’m sorry.”
The alpha moved slightly, and Dylan flinched. The alpha didn’t touch him. He’d just crossed his arms.
“Did this alpha hurt you?”
More shouting in the distance. It was closer this time. They would be within sight any minute and Leeroy would see that Dylan was speaking with a stranger.
Regardless of whether or not he was a stranger, Dylan felt the need to be honest. Not because he was afraid of being hit if he didn’t do as he was told, either. “Sometimes.”
“Has he claimed you yet?”
Dylan shook his head quickly. “No. I’ve been...I’ve been trying to get him to put that off.”
“Trying, or did you?”
Another shout for Dylan’s name. Leeroy was coming.
“I did put it off. He didn’t claim me yet, but he wants to,” Dylan added.
He fought against the instinct to look away from the alpha, to be ashamed for running away from a mate who wanted him, wanted to provide for him and have him carry his offspring.
He would not allow himself to be manipulated by those feelings. He’d managed to get this far, and he wasn’t going to be forced back to Leeroy.
That glowing red look in the alpha’s eyes got deeper, and suddenly Dylan got the impression that he wasn’t much safer with this alpha than he would be with his own pack. He started to feel afraid.
“You’re that desperate to get away?”
Dylan swallowed hard. Despite the shiver that was rippling down his spine, he still felt the need to be honest with this alpha. He nodded.
“They…they’re going to catch me if I don’t go. I need to go.”
The alpha struck his hand out and snatched Dylan by his forearm. His grip was tight, but not painfully so. Dylan let out a sharp cry, more out of the fear of pain than any actual pain.
“I’m not hurting you, cut it out,” growled the alpha, and he was looking right into Dylan’s face, frowning, as if he was trying to see something that should be obvious.
Dylan’s breath was stuck in his throat. He couldn’t breathe, could hardly think and definitely couldn’t move. All he could do was stare at the alpha who had him in his clutches.
Those green eyes seemed to stare right into him, and then, slowly, so very slowly, he lifted his hand back up, touched the wet hood around Dylan’s head, and he pushed it back.
Dylan cringed, his head colder now than it had been a second before now that the wind was blowing through his hair and his ears.
His wolf ears. Wayne had once said Dylan, and other omegas like him, tended to look like anime characters with ears like that. Humans with pointed animal ears and tails. His tail was stuffed into the back of his pants, hiding it from anyone who might be walking by.
Of course there was no one, no one but this alpha, who could now see for himself just why Leeroy wanted him so bad, even though Leeroy said he was straight.
It was part of the reason why he liked hitting Dylan so much, and why Dylan’s knee was never going to be the same.
The alpha touched one of the wolf ears on the side of his head. They were grey, and pointed up at the sky just the ears of a real wolf.
But he didn’t like the way this alpha looked at them, or the way he grinned at Dylan, like he’d just found a brand-new toy.
Dylan shook his head, terrified that he’d run into a brand-new master. “No.”
But the alpha was nodding. “You’re mine.”
A sizzle of electricity rushed through Galen’s body, shooting down to his cock and balls, and the pressure and pleasure was nearly too much.
Galen moaned as he pushed his tongue into that sweet, warm space. Dylan accepted him, and his tongue gently pushed back against Galen’s.
Soft, wet, and sweet.
Galen leaned in closer. His hands started searching out, looking for skin to touch. Of course, Dylan was completely covered, and his clothes were wet and cold, but Galen could feel his body heat rising when Galen touched Dylan’s cock through his wet jeans.
Dylan moaned, thrusting his hips into Galen’s hand, and oh God, that was good. He was so responsive. He was so eager. Before he’d been punching at Galen’s back, and now he was pushing himself closer, humping into Galen’s hand and kissing him back with all the passion he could muster.
Galen pulled back, smiled at the hazy expression in Dylan’s face, and noted the way he was sitting.
He was leaning back, his hands behind him and flat on the mattress. He was putting his weight on them, allowing himself to be kissed. Galen thought he looked great, but he also wanted to see a little participation out of the man.
He reached out, grabbing onto Dylan’s wrists and pulling them up. “Put your hands around me.”
Once again, he felt the heat climbing in Dylan’s body. Any more of this, and the man’s clothes would soon be dry with all the heat he was pumping into them.
Still, he did as he was told, holding his hands around Galen’s neck. His grip was loose, not tight, as though he was worried about what might happen if he displeased Galen. Not all alphas liked having their necks touched by others.
Considering Galen had just brought this man home and made the decision that he was going to be his mate out of the blue, Galen probably shouldn’t be allowing his neck to be touched even by him, but he wanted it. He wanted this omega clinging to him and shouting his name. He wanted to make him come while he gripped Galen’s hair in his fists.
“Like this?” he asked, his voice breathy and panting.
Galen nodded, leaning in and gently biting on Dylan’s lower lip before he pulled back. “Exactly like that,” he said.
Dylan shivered, and his grip became a little tighter as Dylan found some courage.
Just like that. That was exactly what Galen wanted him to do, and he pressed harder against Dylan’s body, pushing him down on the bed, wetting his sheets even more now that Dylan’s clothes were on top of them.
Didn’t matter. Galen didn’t care about how he was going to have to toss the comforter and sheets into the dryer. After this, they were going to need a good wash no matter what he did anyway.
Dylan opened his legs for Galen’s weight. Galen loved it. He moaned when he was able to settle between them.
He believed Dylan when he said that alpha had not claimed him, but he’d clearly had sex at some point. He knew exactly what to do, how to please his lover, and pulling Galen between his legs, reaching down to grip each of his ass cheeks in his fists as they thrust against each other, was too fantastic to not come from someone who wasn’t experienced.
Dylan moaned as the friction of their cocks got the better of him. Galen growled, thrusting slower, but harder. His cock felt like it was about to implode, and Dylan was still in his clothes, but his body was warm, his mouth and lips tasted divine, and Galen could hardly bring himself to stop.
“M-more,” Dylan panted between their kisses. He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back, and he shouted a choked noise when Galen sucked on his exposed throat.
Oh God, a throat to an alpha wolf was like the universal aphrodisiac to all shifters, and Galen hadn’t been able to resist it.
Dylan positively squirmed and thrust back against him as his neck was assaulted. The movements beneath Galen’s body, the way Dylan bucked and humped harder against him, and the way he moaned and shuddered as he came were enough to send Galen over the edge as well.
The smell of their lust was thick in the air. Galen panted as he breathed it in deep through his nose, his body still jerking and spasming from the recent orgasm, and in that moment, he knew it wasn’t over.
Not only was his cock still hard, but he still felt the edge of his pleasure right there. He was balancing on the edge of a knife, ready to topple over one more time, and he wanted to do it when he was inside the man. The incredible sensation that he wouldn’t be able to stop coming until he did so inside of Dylan’s body crashed over him, and Galen pulled himself off of Dylan, scrambling to get him out of his wet clothes.
Dylan cried out as the heat of Galen’s body left him, but then he seemed to get the right idea of what they were going to do. Galen would have to get Dylan some dry, clean clothes, considering his had dirt and cum on them.
It was too difficult getting Dylan out of his jeans. The wet denim was clinging to his body, and Galen lost his patience with all of it as he ripped the material down the seam.