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Wolf Chosen

Wolf Chosen

Book 3 in the Bestselling LoneWolf Pack Series

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 400+ 5-Star Ratings

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The magic chose me. So did he. Now I’m paying the price.

The necklace that bound me to my wolf came with a curse I never saw coming. My wolf is slipping away, leaving me vulnerable—and Kai Stone, the one person I thought I could trust, might be the monster I should fear most.

Without my wolf, I can’t protect the Lone Wolf pack. Without Kai, I’m not sure I can survive what’s coming next. But trusting him means risking my heart on a man who thrives on chaos and carries secrets darker than the shadows that haunt me.

The pack isn’t the only thing in danger. If I can’t control the magic that’s tearing me apart, I’ll destroy everything—including the fragile connection between Kai and me.

Walking away might be the only way to save everyone. But the bond we share feels impossible to break, and even as the darkness inside me grows, I can’t bring myself to let him go.

He’s the one thing I can’t lose. I’m the one thing he can’t save. And if I’m not careful, the monster in me will destroy us both.

 

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“Five stars because the ending of this book made me cry!”  --⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  Reader

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“This book was everything I didn’t know I needed in this series!” --⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  Reader

 

 

In Wolf Chosen, you'll find tropes like:

☑️Forbidden Romance

☑️Bad Boy/Motorcycle Pack

☑️Slow Burn

☑️Fated Mates

☑️Small Town

 

Chapter One Look Inside

I blinked sleepily against the sunlight slanting into my dimly lit bedroom. For a fleeting moment, it felt like any other morning. Soft light, dust motes dancing, and my body slowly waking from what felt like a really deep, really satisfying sleep. Clutched in my arms was some kind of stuffed toy. I looked down and wracked my brain as to why and how I’d come to possess a plush llama.
Then I spotted Oscar.
My uncle had dragged a chair in from the living room and apparently sat so long he’d passed out in it. His head leaned against the back of the chair, his mouth open as he breathed steadily in and out with soft snores.
That alone wouldn’t have alarmed me—okay, maybe a little. Oscar wasn’t the type to watch me while I slept—but he was also fully clothed. Right down to his biker boots. And his facial hair had grown out to longer than seemed right for a night’s worth of sleep.
“Oscar?”
My voice felt rusty like I hadn’t used it in a while. Oscar didn’t stir. I tried again.
“Oscar.”
Louder this time. My voice scraped across my throat, and I grimaced at the dryness it left behind.
Oscar jolted awake, his eyes flying wide open when they landed on me.
“You’re up,” he said, too many emotions flitting across his tired face.
I frowned. “What’s with the llama?” I asked.
He leaned forward, his hand reaching for mine. My muscles bunched at the gesture. Worry clawed its way up my parched throat. Oscar wasn’t a toucher. Something was wrong.
“What is it?” I asked. “Tell me what happened.”
His forehead creased, but his hand didn’t ease its pressure around my own. “You don’t remember?”
“I…” My foggy brain worked slowly in the direction I sent it. “I remember the fight. Baron. Drake. His twin brother.” I looked back at Oscar, searching his expression almost like one would a teacher. Had I hit on the right answer yet? He nodded, encouraging me to keep going. “Cohen,” I said which perked him up enough that I knew I was getting close.
Memories returned in jagged pieces.
Irritation rose, followed fast by impatience.
“I don’t know, Oscar, can you just tell me? This is getting really freaking weird.”
My words were short, but Oscar only looked sad. “Cohen demanded you fulfill your blood oath. He threatened Kai.”
My breath hitched as his words triggered my memory—finally. The warm, cozy feeling of waking in my own bed drained out of me. I shivered at the horror growing in the pit of my stomach.
Kai with guns aimed at his head.
Cohen ordering his men to kill him.
And the magic.
I fumbled at my throat, feeling for a pendant that I already knew wasn’t there. Oscar watched me knowingly and nodded when I met his eyes again.
“My necklace,” I whispered. “The magic is… it’s in me. And I caused—what happened, Oscar?” My voice rose the longer I talked. “Where is Kai?” I demanded, looking wildly around the otherwise empty room. “Tell me where he is. Is he—”
“Kai is fine,” Oscar said firmly. He used his other hand to cover both of my own reassuringly.
“Where is he?” I asked.
“He’s been here almost non-stop since you… He got called away on pack business.”
“Since I what?”
Oscar didn’t answer.
I pulled my hands away from his, unable to accept any more of this strange, comforting version of him. It left me unsteady. And I was already reeling, trying to wrap my head around what was going on.
I grabbed for the llama, which I now remembered with crystal clarity. Callie, a little girl from the pack, had given it to me. For bravery. I sure as hell needed that bravery now, and I was not too proud to hug a stuffed animal in an attempt to find it.

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