Shared for Love (Kagan Wolves) by Nancy Corrigan Read Free Book Online Page B

voice in his ear, and his wolf calmed.
    The petite female with a soul of a warrior and the heart of an alpha owned him.
    And I haven’t even kissed her.
    If he hadn’t already been involved with Noah, he would’ve made sure she understood who she belonged to. But… He did love Noah. More than that, Ethan desired him. Even the scent of Hannah on Ethan’s skin didn’t dim his craving.
    Only his guilt had stopped him from pushing Noah against the wall and fucking his brains out. Of course, the same thing had stopped him from bending Hannah over the nearest hard surface.
    “What is wrong with me?”
    His whispered question tormented him. The same confusion had hung over him all his life. No profound revelation came to him. All he knew was that he couldn’t live with himself any longer. With a few days until the full moon, he had to accept his fate—let Noah go and claim Hannah as his birthright demanded.
    Ensuring her body and soul belonged to him alone.
    The blessed circle, where the spirit of their pack’s wolf lingered, lured him, not just for what fucking Hannah within it could guarantee him—a lover who fit him better than any ever would. No, the call of their sacred grounds had resonated within him since the night he’d matured.
    The spirit wolf recognized him, and each time he stepped into the ring, it tempted him with the kind of power he’d experience once he became alpha. Unable to answer its demands since he couldn’t take a mate, he’d stopped attending the monthly celebration. Thirty years later, its summons still beat at him.
    The past six months had been the worst. The low beat in his veins had morphed into a thud, echoing and torturing him with the approach of each full moon. He knew why. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. The spirit wolf wanted a new host.
    “And I want to be the one to house it.”
    There was no denying the truth. He salivated over the prospect of being alpha, always had. The strength the role offered was only part of the draw. The fate of his pack depended on it. They were weak, far more so than anyone on the outside knew, and their slide into the sad state they were in had started the night he’d matured.
    Michael had emerged from the sacred circle more pissed than he’d ever been. He’d announced the spirit wolf wasn’t happy with their pack, that it wanted changes made. The ones he’d instituted—reverting to the old ways—had slowly reduced their pack’s numbers and left those remaining fearful.
    The worst part was the looks of disappointment directed at Ethan from the elder members of the pack, the shifters who understood the true reason behind the spirit wolf’s anger—it wanted the true alpha to reclaim the pack.
    But I couldn’t do it. I was pathetic. Still am.
    “They should’ve let me fucking die with my mother.” As soon as the words left his mouth, more guilt stabbed him.
    He cursed and pressed a balled fist to his chest. The ache centered there would consume him if he let it. He couldn’t. The elders of his pack hadn’t risked their lives to save their old alpha’s unborn son so he could slink away, too weak to live up to his destiny.
    The time had finally come to claim it. With Hannah by his side, he could finally be the male his pack needed.
    “And I’ll be happy. Time will dim my memories of loving Noah. I just need to commit to Hannah and our life together.”
    After a deep breath where he held his conviction close, he got out of the shower. Normally, he’d walk out of the room naked. He needed the shield clothing offered, however. The sweats hung on the back of the door did the trick. He tugged them on, not bothering to dry, and left the safety of his master bath.
    His destiny waited for him.
    He stepped into his bedroom. The first rays of the new day brightened the space and drew attention to the male sitting on the bed. The sun cast a glow over Noah. He looked innocent with the light outlining him. The shimmering dust in the air