Chapter 1

*Your body tingles with intense pleasure as you writhe and moan in ecstasy on the bed. You grab onto the bedsheets and curl your toes up tightly, before moaning in pleasure.

“Yes, yes!”

A gorgeous stubbled face appears from in between your legs and you look up to see a sexy, sultry smile facing back at you. You hungrily stare into his dark chocolatey brown eyes before lingering your own eyes over his chiselled jaw, day-old stubble, and strong biceps. Smiling softly, the man in between your legs gently pulls himself up the bed towards you, before bringing his face close to yours.

“Let me kiss you here, here and here,” the husky voice whispered softly in your ear, while soft warm velvety lips gently kiss at your neck and collar bone.

Teeth gently nibble on your ear lobe sending sharp jolts of pleasure that you have never felt before coursing through your body. In silent ecstasy, you grab on to the bedsheets once more as you feel your body lifting and arching off the bed as more jolts of pleasure wash over you. Strong hands and thin fingers interlock with yours and you feel your arms being lifted and pinned above your head so that you can no longer move.

“Please... don’t stop… Keep on doing that… It feels so good…” you moan sexily at your hunky partner.

The soft velvety kisses have now worked there selves down towards your chest while the hunky stranger gently rests his toned body against yours, enveloping you in his bodily warmth.

“You are the only Queen I need in my life baby!” the sexy voice whispers softly.

Slowly and gently, he traces a single finger over your skin and across your breasts as he brings his face close to yours once more.

“Be my Queen and I promise that I will treat you as the Queen I know you are! Be mine, Rosalie.”

Ignoring his question, you slowly slip a hand in under his boxers to find a large, bulging present awaiting you. Softly, you stroke him a few times, just enough to make him quiver and moan, clearly wanting more. Carefully, you bring your face to meet his and passionately press your lips against his own. You feel like you are on fire as you realize that his hands have now trailed down towards your hips. Without warning, you feel yourself being flipped over so that you are now straddling his muscular torso and your knees are placed on either side of his chest. Gently, you moan and your body twitches as your mound connects with his hard bulge and his undeniable desire underneath you. Slowly you rock your hips in time with his as your bodies connect perfectly.

“Ohhh…I am certainly enjoying this special treatment!” you whisper seductively, as you continue to rock your body rhythmically against the stranger's own body.

You feel his hands slowly moving up your back and expertly flick at the clasp on your bra before you feel him gently pulling down the straps over your slender shoulders and letting your bra cascade down towards the bed.

“I don’t think you will be needing this anymore. I want to see all of my Queen.”

You gasp loudly as you feel his lips connecting with the bare skin of your breasts before you realize that his tongue is now expertly flicking your nipples before gently biting down on them. You struggle to catch your breath or even concentrate as wave after wave of pleasure overcomes you. Suddenly, you feel the white-hot burn of pleasure rush through your body and you feel your body tensing as the final wave begins to overcome you…*

Beep… Beep… Beep…

I immediately sat up in bed and blushed furiously. That dream felt so real! I could still feel my body still tingling in anticipation while my nerves felt like they were on fire and my skin also had a slight sweaty tinge to it. The finer details of the dream quickly faded away, as I glanced at my phone and saw that the time was 7.30 AM. Groaning softly, I swung my legs out of bed and began to get ready for my last week ever of college. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I leaned forward towards my bedside table and grabbed my hairbrush before dragging it roughly through my long brown locks, before turning my attention back to the dream that I had just woken up from.

Ever since I had completed my first turn last month, and come of age at 18, the dreams of having a steamy sex session with a hunky stranger became more frequent. I now knew what it meant, and I knew that I’d have to eventually go and find my Mate once I had left college which was sooner than I would have liked. I just wished that I could be like my friends and lead a normal life, but as of last month, I found out that I was anything but normal. I was a werewolf and until recently, my parents had hidden the shocking truth from me and kept me away from typical pack life. I found out that we belonged to the Red River pack and our Alpha was called Julian Coles. His wife was called Jenny and they had a son, called Jace, who was only a few years older than me. My parents decided, at my birth, that it would be better for me to grow up away from the pack life and lead a normal human life until I was ready to understand who I really was.

And now, 18 years later, I was now stood in my kitchen, arguing with my Mum about who’s turn it was to do the dishes and hoover the house. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a white-hot rage erupted out of me and I felt all sorts of emotions rushing through my veins and the sudden urge to rip my Mum’s head off for ever daring to shout at me and even attempt to ground me. And before I knew it, a long bushy tail had erupted from my behind, sharp claws grew from where my perfectly manicured nails had once sat, sharp fangs also started to protrude from the roof of my mouth and as I glanced down at my body in utter terror and shock, I saw pure white, silky soft fur beginning to grow all over my body. Opening my mouth to shout out to my parents, I expected to hear my panic-stricken voice, but instead, a long high-pitched whine echoed out.

“Rosalie! It's okay! Calm down and don’t fight it! Let the change happen!” my Mum begged, holding up her hands in desperation, trying to calm me down, before glancing nervously across at my Dad.

“She isn’t calming down, is she?” my Dad replied, looking worriedly at my Mum, who was shaking her head sadly before Dad nodded his head back at her. “We need to transform too!”

And before I knew it, standing in front of me was one large jet-black wolf and one slightly smaller smoky grey wolf, both standing there, looking across at my own whimpering, confused wolf, lying submissively on the kitchen floor in confusion, surrounded by broken furniture, smashed crockery and the remnants of our breakfast scattered across the kitchen floor….

Bringing myself out of my flashback, I stood up and walked towards my wardrobe before silently staring at the reflection looking back at me. I was a curvy size 12 kind of girl with breast length dark brown hair that tumbled in loose waves with matching chocolate eyes staring sleepily back at me. I had soft plump velvety lips and a cute button nose with a stud pierced into the side. My stomach was perfectly toned and even though I was curvy, I had an athletic build to me. I was considered one of the prettier girls in college and that helped my popularity soar within the college hierarchy, which I would soon be leaving behind. Quickly, I threw on a pair of skinny white jeans, a black vest top and threw over a chequered overshirt before sliding my feet into a pair of black flip flops and flopping myself back on my bed before staring up at my ceiling.

Thinking back to last month's transformation, I thought of the damage that I had made in the kitchen below in the frenzy of my blind panic. Seeing my parents turn into fully grown wolves right in front of my eyes was enough to make anyone freeze in shock. After I had calmed down, my parents re-emerged as humans and helped me transform back into my own human self before glancing awkwardly at the destruction that I had caused. Silently, Mum waved me to the front room where I angrily followed her and Dad, where I knew I was going to demand answers from them.

“What the hell has just happened to me! I’ve just turned into a massive white wolf and seen you two do the same!” I yelled furiously at my Mum who collapsed onto the sofa in tears. “I think you have some explaining to do, don’t you!”

“I am so sorry Rosalie. We should have told you sooner. You have come of age! Everyone gets their wolf at 18 years of age!” My Mum wept, before glancing across at Dad. “We are werewolves Rosalie!”