Natalie Shaw

“I'm Tamara, and I'll be overseeing your induction into the pack,” the pretty young brunette said. She was smiling at Craven, but seemed not to notice me. Craven was head and shoulders taller than Tamara, and he could see me scowling. That only seemed to encourage him. “How very nice to meet you Tamara.” Craven took her hand and held it to his lips. She giggled uncontrollably. “This way,” she said. “I'll cut your balls off,” I whispered to him as we followed. He blew me a kiss which I brushed away.   “These are your papers. You shouldn't need them, but just in case. We wouldn't want any misunderstandings.” She handed an ID card to each of us. “We have arranged a small apartment on the west side of the city. It isn't anything special I'm afraid, but it should meet your needs.” “Does it have room for children?” Craven asked. “You have children?” “Not yet, but we plan to.” Craven put an arm around me. Tamara's smile evaporated. “We may have to relocate you when and if that happens. She glanced at me, and then back to Craven. “It's good to have you in the pack.” “Thank you,” I said. Tamara scowled.”
― Natalie Shaw, The Alpha's Search