Wolf and Prejudice (The Alaska Princesses Trilogy, Book 2) by Theodora Taylor

honorable alpha he’d been raised to be couldn’t let it stand.
    “Just tell me what to do to bring her human back,” he said to the doctor.
     
     
    “ ALISHA, COME BACK ,” Rafe’s voice said inside her head. “ Open your eyes. I want you here with me for this.”
    Alisha’s human came awake suddenly, her breath catching like an unfinished sentence in her throat. The wolf who’d come to her in her office was on top of her again, but this time in missionary position, his teeth buried in her shoulder, as he pushed himself into her, growling low in his throat as he did.
    They were in a bed now, her bed she eventually realized, with its soft chenille comforter blanketing them both as he moved inside her, making it so she could barely think, much less figure out how she had gotten back to her apartment. And then she was coming, liquid heat rippling over her body so intense, she instinctively clamped her arms and legs around this wolf, her wolf—her mate she realized with wonder as she rode the crest of her orgasm, clinging to him.
    Her heart cried out with happy completion, even as she wondered why it had been Rafe’s voice she’d heard inside her head, Rafe’s voice she’d thought had awakened her.
    A pinprick of dread poked into her afterglow, and she pulled back from the wolf, needing to see his face, to know who he was, to make sure—
    The wolf unlatched his teeth from her shoulder and raised up to look into her eyes as he knotted inside of her, his seed flooding into her womb. And Alisha nearly passed out again.
    “I’m going to really like it.”
    “Like what?”
    “Taming you.”
    Her head exploded with horrific realization. The wolf who had rescued her from her mating heat, the wolf who’d had to pin her down to keep her from coming again and again in her office, the wolf who’d brought her to such happy completion, the wolf now looking down at her was none other than Rafe Nightwolf.

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    T echnically, Rafe had done nothing wrong . Alisha had needed a suitable mate for her first heat. Rafe was a suitable mate. Both their families agreed to this. And even if Alisha had no idea he had been paying Matt for months, using the King of Alaska as a middle man, to ensure certain protocols were put into place as soon as she went into heat, the fact remained that Alisha had begged him to mate with her. Begged him.
    But apparently mating with a she-wolf in super-heat is a bit like performing a necessary foot amputation on a drunk patient. Yes, they might technically agree to it, and yes, they’d die without it, but they’re still going to be pissed when they wake up without their foot.
    “What. The. Hell?” she said now, staring at him like she’d just woken up to find a monster on top of her.
    And once again, Rafe cursed himself for not staying in Alaska. When the protocol had first been put into place, he’d still been in her state’s kingdom town, where it wouldn’t have taken more than two hours tops to get to Alisha and formally offer himself to her as her mate. Her heat might have made her more amenable to accepting him as her wolf, but if she truly felt nothing for him, then she could have named another wolf.
    But, six hours had been too long—he could see that now. Alisha had not realized who he was when she begged him to mate her, and she clearly hadn’t been in her right mind the many times she’d seduced him in the days following.
    Three days. She’d been in the strongest heat frenzy to which he’d ever born witness for three days. Waking up periodically to beg him to mate her in the strongest language he’d ever heard come out of a princess’s mouth. Three days of her smiling and laughing and giving herself fully to the mating, like she was having the time of her life. Three days of her heat smell filling up the entire apartment, blinding his senses, and making it hard to hold on to his own human as he shoveled his thoughts into her head, like Doc Fisher had advised, trying his