Chosen (Werewolf Lords - Part 1)

CHOSEN

Werewolf Lords #1

By Luna Lance

Copyright 2015 Luna Lance

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The story is a New Adult book with paranormal themes and contains strong sexual themes/language. It is not intended for readers under the age of 13.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 – William Meets His Match

Chapter 2 – Stacy’s Dream

Chapter 3 – The Discovery

Chapter 4 – William’s Story

Chapter 5 - Karma

Chapter 6 – Your Beautiful Mind

Chapter 7 – That Man Loves You

Chapter 8 - Psychic

Chapter 9 – Engulfed in Desire

Chapter 10 – Forgiveness

Chapter 11 – Father

Excerpt from Chapter 1 - Claimed (Werewolf Lords #2)

Author Note: In November 2016, this story was reviewed by a professional editor and revised to fix editing issues. It was re-released with a new name, Chosen (Werewolf Lords #1) instead of its former name, Chosen by the Werewolf Lord (Part 1).

CHOSEN

Werewolf Lords #1

By Luna Lance

Chapter 1 – William Meets His Match

Pulling into the spacious parking lot and parking a short distance from the entrance, I sat motionless for a moment and drew in a slow, long breath. Would this be the time that I found her, the enchantress that had dominated my thoughts and dreams for two centuries? Or would I fail again, only to be a step behind the woman and know she had eluded me yet again?

Sliding out of the car, I quietly closed the door behind me. Pushing through the large wooden doors, my eyes scanned the restaurant. Quickly, I decided where the best vantage point would be to watch for her. Calculating my options, I made the decision to move to the bar area. It would be a favorable place to observe the various humans that would be coming and going as the night progressed. I chose a small table in the corner where I had an unobstructed view of the small restaurant, yet could remain relatively hidden. I folded my large frame into one of the chairs, resting my arms on the wooden table.

I waited for her as I had for the last 200 years. Time was on my side.

Hours passed slowly, yet only my fingers betrayed my growing irritation as they absently picked at the label on the bottle of beer I had ordered in my charade to appear human. I had all but given up hope of her showing when my attention was drawn to two women entering the bar. They approached a table and greet another small woman with embraces. The first woman was tall with long brown hair, dressed in a bright pink dress that screamed out for attention. She was brassy and loud, her mannerisms flighty. Feeling my lip curl in disgust, I let my eyes drift to the second woman and it was as if time stopped for me. Seeing her standing there made everything except her vanish around me. The inane chatter, the offensive smell of human food, the smell of blood all fell away. Nothing else mattered except this woman.

My destined.

She was shorter than the other woman, small-boned and willowy. Her dark, reddish-blond hair tumbled in glossy waves over her bare, tanned shoulders. Her small, oval face had high cheekbones and finely arched brows. I knew without seeing them that her eyes would be a deep, luminous green. A sleeveless black dress hugged the curves of her full breasts and shapely hips, accentuating her long and lean legs.

My primal instincts threatened to take over as my predatory gaze lingered on her body. I wanted to take her, possess every part of her. Every fiber of my being awoke and demanded that I walk over to her and sweep her away, claiming her for myself, regardless if she was willing or not. Clenching my jaw, I let out a ragged breath. I could not scare her off after waiting centuries to find her. I had to rely on my patience and wait, like a lion watching its prey. The promise of what she would become once I claimed her for my own would make my suffering tolerable.

Silently observing her, it was apparent she seemed uncomfortable as she went through the motions of eating and talking with her companions. It was only after a few glasses of wine that she began to relax, her occasional laughter drifting over the busy restaurant. The gentle sound of her voice was like a soothing balm to my restless soul. I had lost count of the times that I had resisted the urge to go to her, despite the consequences. The instinctual urge to have her was all consuming. It drove its stinging thrust through my heart. I had waited too long.

A DJ started playing loud music in the bar, causing humans to slowly fill the small dance floor. My eyes focused on her as she waved off her friends' attempts to pull her on the dance floor with them. She waved them away with a laugh, pointing to the door that led to the patio. I calculated the risks of approaching her now or taking the chance and waiting for her on the beach below the restaurant.

Tossing money on the table, I walked at an almost inhuman speed to the door and blurred down the stairs to the beach. I moved a safe distance from the steps and prayed silently to Odin that I had made the correct choice.

Only a few moments had passed when I heard her soft footsteps on the stairs, stopping as she moved gracefully onto the sand. She was still for a moment, a smile gracing her lips. Hesitantly, I began walking towards her, freezing in place when a peal of laughter erupted from her. It was impossible for me to walk away from her now. She was like a siren, calling me to her and luring me into her embrace. I resumed my approach, my feet silent and cautious.

May I ask what is so funny? I asked.

She startled, her heart rate increasing as she spun around to face me. She was a vision of beauty, her reddish-blond hair even darker and gleaming in the moonlight, framing her delicate face. The eyes that had haunted me thousands of times in my mind stared back at me. Just as I had imagined, they were dark green and large, shadowed with a fringe of thick eyelashes. Her cheeks were flushed pink over her prominent cheekbones and her pouty lips were parted in surprise. If possible, she was more beautiful than she appeared in my memory.

A mixture of relief and euphoria rolled over me like the waves before us and almost threatened to bring me to my knees in front of her. After centuries alone, I had found her. My solitary goal now was to convince her to remain by my side…forever.

N-nothing, she stuttered, her breath uneven as she spoke. It's sort of an inside joke about my friends.

Ah. A joke. I moved to stand close enough to her so that our arms touched, electricity sparking between us. The animalistic urge to take her roared loudly inside of me, begging for release. The wolf wanted control. Roughly, I swallowed down the urge and struggled to maintain my faltering self-control.

She had felt the surge as well. I knew it. I watched as her fingers brushed absently against her arm. I was only briefly taken aback when I heard her thoughts float through my mind, wondering if she was crazy or if she'd had too much to drink when she felt the energy pass between us. She thought it would make more sense if she were crazy.

Hearing her mental voice in my mind made my vision complete. I knew her voice would 'call to me', yet I had no comprehension as to what that meant until this moment. She would not be pleased to know that I had access to her thoughts. This development could be added to my list of unpleasant things that I would eventually have to explain to her.

Turning my head to look down at her, I was entertained as she continued her inner musings. Her eyes were searching my face, her thoughts filled with confusion. She was comparing me to a memory in her mind. She thought my face was handsome, noting the almost iridescent quality of my skin in the moonlight. Her heart was still thumping wildly as she openly admired me, her thoughts varying from thinking she was out of her league with me, to making attempts to try to figure out why she couldn't read me.

It was imperative that I divert her thoughts for the moment. She was much more perceptive than most humans I had encountered and it was much too early to be forced to play my hand.

I do apologize. I should introduce myself. I am William Conway. And you are? I inclined my head, extending my hand to her in greeting. Shaking, she placed her tiny hand in mine and the silky warmth heated the coolness of my skin. Another spark passed between us when our hands touched. Her mind wandered off to consider that it may not be a good sign that her panties wanted to disappear into the night from just a touch.

She was absolutely intriguing, absolutely amazing.

I'm Stacy Adams. Her soft voice faltered for a moment.

Stacy, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I lowered my mouth to her hand, brushing it lightly with my lips. My eyes rolled back as I was surrounded with the allure of her blood pulsing through her veins, the soft heat of her fragrant skin, and the sweet bouquet of her arousal flooding my nose. It took every bit of self-control I possessed to pull my lips from her skin and merely observe her again. She took a deep breath and glanced in the direction of the bar, her mind focused on trying to calm herself before she blurted something else out embarrassing.

Concentrating on keeping my composure, I longed to explain to her that nothing would separate me from her again. I would kill for her and procure any object she desired, no matter the cost or the method required to obtain it.

My life was no longer my own. This beautiful, strange human woman held the fate of my existence in her hands.

I would die a thousand deaths for her.

Chapter 2 – Stacy’s Dream

He didn't move as I straddled his hips and let my breasts graze seductively against his cool chest. My t-shirt and jeans seemed confining and almost suffocated me as I gazed at him. He was fully unclothed, but at any time he could have easily broken away from my tentative hold. He remained still, his jaw tight as my lips brushed against the corner of his mouth.

Please, I begged. I want to do this. Gently squeezing his hands and slowly running my tongue against the soft skin of his neck, I forgot where I had first met this man. Briefly, I wondered if the six shots of vodka had anything to do with my memory. But he seemed different and unique. I couldn’t believe how drawn I was to him.

His low growl of approval vibrated against me as my lips blazed a trail down his throat and across his collarbone. I released his hands and placed them beside his naked legs, giving him a look that warned him to keep them there. He remained still, watching every move I made with his piercing blue eyes.

Moving to stand between his legs, I leaned over to palm his thighs and whispered quietly against his ear. Lean back, I said, directing him to lie on the bed.

He moved his hands and braced them behind his neck. I gazed over every inch of his long hard body, sweeping across his sculpted chest, down his finely muscled arms, and finally stopping to rest on his toned abdomen.

He was magnificent. And he was completely mine.

Sinking to my knees, I swirled my tongue over his hip and dragged my lips across his stomach, prepared to go further.

Stacy, he groaned.

My eyes flickered up, watching as his head fell back against his shoulders and his fingers dug into the covers behind him. His broad chest was heaving with panting breaths. Drunk with power, I licked my lips and sank my mouth around his essence, my hands still gripping his thighs.

His hips involuntarily thrust against me as my lips moved over him, pulling him deeper and faster inside of my mouth. I moaned around him as I felt him twitch against my lips.

Enough! Stop! He growled deeply through gritted teeth. I do not want to come like this.

Releasing him with a light pop, I let him fall from my mouth. Pushing lightly against his chest and forcing him back against the bed, I crawled slowly up the length of his body. Every inch of our skin was touching as I pressed against him. Do you want to be inside of me when you come?

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. Yes.

Do you want to make me come too? I asked, nuzzling my nose against his cheek.

Stacy....

Answer me. Do you want to touch me? I brushed my lips against his as I spoke. His mouth parted and his tongue flickered out to lick across his lower lip. After the day I had had, I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in him and everything he had to offer.

More than I can tell you, he muttered softly.

His hands blurred before me to cup each side of my face, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was as raw and wanting. Suddenly, he flipped me onto my back, his tanned body looming over me as I rested on the bed. The next thing I know he was gone.

***

Stacy! I heard my name being called from the distance. I felt a hand grasp my shoulder, slightly shaking me.

Stacy, wake up. The insistent voice was back and was much clearer this time.

No, leave me alone, I murmured as I tightened my closed eyes, searching for him again.

You’re dreaming! Wake up!

A few moments later a stinging blow hit my cheek.

My eyes flew open and I sat straight up with a startled gasp. Angelique’s words felt like they had slammed me in the heart as if I had just been staked.

Are you okay? You scared the crap out of me. My good friend, Angelique Jackson was holding my hand, gently patting it. I’m sorry I did that, but you wouldn’t wake up. Are you okay?

I focused on the sensation of Angelique’s touch, wishing it was someone else’s. As the pain in my face subsided, I gathered my thoughts. I didn’t mind so much that Angelique had slapped me awake. My recurring dream of the guy I had met in the local restaurant two weeks ago was obsessing me more and more. As my dream vanished away, I sighed. Give me a second, I stammered. I rubbed my face with my hands and tried to sort out my jumbled thoughts. The dream of the stranger wouldn’t leave me. He was a beautiful, perfect figment of my imagination now and I knew I would never meet him.

When my head cleared, I focused my attention back on Angelique. She was still watching me nervously from her perch at the end of my bed that she had retreated to.

Why did you hit me? I snapped at her. She flinched at my tone and I felt horrible because I was taking my frustration out on her. I wasn't used to having such vivid dreams. Especially the kind I had been having lately. What’s up with that?

I thought you were dead! You need to get out. Okay?

Deciding to not start a silly fight, I simply nodded.

Rachel called me earlier and she wants to meet us at the club tonight.

Angelique Jackson and I had been best friends since grade school when her family had moved to Willow Pines from Georgia. She was a tall brunette in her late twenties with dark green eyes. She had maintained a light southern drawl in her speech and we were blessed to have the same dry sense of humor. She was also extremely perceptive and had an uncanny way of setting a person straight with her sharp, observant eyes.

Angelique, I don't know, I began as I tucked a piece of my long, reddish-blond hair behind my ear. It was a waste of time arguing with her because Angelique didn't take no for an answer. I could already feel the smugness emanating from her. She knew she had won and I knew I would be going out tonight.

No ifs, ands, or buts, Angelique said as she cut me off. She turned smoothly on her heel and headed down the hallway. Now get your butt into gear before I kick it. I watched Angelique's ponytail bobbing as she bounced away.

And I'll be back at eight. Be ready, She yelled over her shoulder as an afterthought.

Glancing at my watch, I let out a groan when I noticed it was already almost seven.

***

Humming to myself, I dabbed on lip gloss and pivoted in the mirror, giving my tight black wrap dress and wedge sandals a silent nod of approval. I walked down the hall into the living room and plopped down on the couch to wait for Angelique. Closing my eyes, I took in a calming breath, concentrating on getting my mental shields in place. It had been a while since I had been in a crowd of people and unless I was prepared, it was going to be a long night for me.

I avoided going out a lot because of my 'gift'. And most days my 'gift' of being a psychic empath seemed to be more of a curse than a blessing. It gave me a front row seat to the intimate details into the lives of strangers and their emotions. I told very few people about my abilities. I had learned the hard way that most people either viewed me as a shiny new toy to play with or freak to avoid at all costs.

Stacy! Angelique's irritated voice brought me back to reality, snapping me out of my musings. I've been knocking for two minutes. C'mon already, Rachel's waiting for us. Let's roll, girl.

Startled by her loud arrival, I had been so focused on shielding that I hadn't heard Angelique knocking or been able to see her arrive. She was hard to block, her future and emotions almost screamed out for my attention. I had to stay on guard with Angelique. It would only take one small slip on my part for her to figure out my abilities.

Sorry, Angelique. I'm just out of it today, I said. I reached over to grab my purse and tried my best to push down my guilty conscience, offering her a small smile of apology.

We can chat in the car. I didn't work this long getting ready to stand around in your house. C'mon, Angelique teased as she swept her arm down her body. Angelique's hair hung down her back in a sleek, shiny sheet and her hot pink, silk mini-dress left little