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Taming the White Wolf
Book 1: Lone Wolf Legacy
by N.J. Walters

The lone wolf answers to no alpha or pack. From his first transformation, he knows his destiny: to be both judge and executioner for rogue werewolves. Welcome to the spellbinding first book in New York Times bestselling author N.J. Walters intense new werewolf series.

White wolf Devlin Moore has spent nearly the last century following his destiny: hunting rogue werewolves. His fate is to be the only one of his kind-hardened, feared, and brutally ruthless. Only now, Devlin's not alone. There are two others. And if that wasn't unsettling enough, Devlin is drawn to New York City for what appears to be a human...

As far as Devlin can tell, vibrant artist Zoe Galvani is no threat. But there's something about her--from her unusual eyes that look similar to the same shocking hue as his own, to his growing need to mark her as his that suggests magical forces may be at play.

Now there's no escaping each other, or the attraction that grows stronger by the second. But no one, especially a human woman, should have this effect on a lone wolf. And just when he's sure that having her could be his undoing-the truth steps out of the shadows.

Excerpt from Taming the White Wolf
©2023 N.J. Walters

Whoever this woman was, she was pure temptation, a dangerous distraction he didn't need. If anything, he needed to keep his guard up until he discovered why he'd been drawn to her.

She licked her lips again. Unable to resist, he leaned toward her. When she didn't object, he brushed his mouth against hers. Lust roared through him like a runaway freight train. He almost staggered under the onslaught. Every muscle in his chest rippled as her hand skimmed over it before settling on his shoulder.

Mine! The possessive impulse caught him off guard. Wolves mated for life, but not lone wolves. As the name implied, they were solitary creatures by necessity.

Inhaling sharply, he sorted through myriad scents. Beneath the layers of sweat, liquor, and artificial fragrance lay a richer one--sweet with a hint of arousal--hers. It went straight to his dick, making it throb. Then he caught a darker, musky scent mixed with a hint of blood.

A low growl escaped him before he could swallow it back. Everything inside him stilled as he scented his quarry. Needing to be sure, he buried his face against her neck and shoulder. It was stronger near her back. There was no mistaking it. This was no mere brush from someone passing by. The rogue had marked her with several drops of his blood.

Either she was involved with the rogue he was hunting, or the male had watched him save her life earlier and decided to draw her into their deadly game of hide-and-seek. Whatever the reason, she'd been marked. Rogues chose their victims at random to leave no pattern to track, but this was deliberate.