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  To Claim A Wolf

  A Macconwood Pack Novel #5

  by C.D. Gorri

  To my family for always supporting me and for being my daily inspiration!

  del mare alla stella, C.D. Gorri

  Edited by Tammy Payne of Book Nook Nuts

  Copyright 2019 C.D. Gorri

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, places, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either part of the author’s imagination and/or used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to a person, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights are reserved. No part of this book is to be reproduced, scanned, downloaded, printed, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of any materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  About the Author

  C.D. Gorri always wanted to be an author. An avid reader, she has a profound love for books and literature that she shares with her friends and family. When she's not writing she can usually be found with a book or kindle in her hand.

  She resides in her home state of New Jersey with her husband, their children, and their dogs, Dash and Chewie.

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  Table of Contents

  Title

  Tagline

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  About

  Connect

  More Books

  Excerpt

  Tagline:

  He's an uptight attorney, she's a sexy paralegal. When things happen beyond their control, they will both learn there's more than one way to claim a wolf!

  Blurb:

  Dormant Werewolf Aleeza Marlowe isn’t sure what to do when her supernatural senses begin to run overtime! Particularly around her boss, sexy Werewolf, Dib Lowell. She must learn to control her emerging beast before their big meeting with the Georgian Pack, or risk losing her job.

  Dib Lowell is a Wolf Guard and head lawyer for the Macconwood Pack. After months of digging, he's finally got a lead on the whereabouts of his Alpha's long-lost mother. He can't afford any distractions. Especially not when they come in the shape of a certain sexy employee he can't stop thinking about.

  They travel to a foreign Pack where circumstances force them to masquerade as a couple. But it's a little too close for comfort.

  Will Dib let Aleeza go when this is all over?

  PROLOGUE

  Aleeza hurried along the concrete steps. Why did they have to be so dang high? Her shortish legs had enough trouble without the universe and architects of old working against her!

  Stupid court house, she thought as she juggled several overstuffed folders in her hands while trying not to spill the organic iced dark roast she’d picked up from Java Haus for her boss.

  High-heels killing her already bruised feet, she stumbled on the last step and almost dropped the twenty-ounce, cup made from recycled plastic. She was conscientious, if nothing else. A quality both of her bosses appreciated.

  At least there was one thing about her he liked. She wheezed in another breath as she maintained her grip on the muted black tumbler. Her heart pounded with the exertion and she mumbled a curse as one file threatened to slip precariously from her grip.

  That lying hack Hans was going to hear a mouthful from her the next time she walked into that stupid gym. I’m in fine shape, my ass! Can’t even get up some steps without breathing like an Olympic runner. Some help that gym membership turned out to be.

  Aleeza was a private person by nature, not shy exactly, but she tended to avoid the limelight. She was a curvy woman. Not fat exactly, but definitely not thin. Her Christmas gift from her bosses at Macconwood Law Associates had been a membership to the trendy new gym in town.

  She took the subtle hint that her curves were unwelcomed in the office of the two very fit Werewolves and started classes almost immediately. Her first intro to the place was a tour by the owner himself. She recalled how the jerk had tried to grope her ample assets as he showed her how to use the machines at Bodies by Hans.

  A subtle reminder that she worked for the most respected law firm in town had him backing up hands in the air within minutes. A small victory for her, considering he advised her on who would be a match for her as a personal trainer. Ugh.

  Just thinking about the woman put her back up. Three months had passed. She’d put up with the slimy owner, hired the personal trainer he’d suggested, and she hadn’t lost a single pound.

  The woman, Bree, was a complete whack-a-doo and she absolutely hated Aleeza. Her constant complaining and judgmental attitude towards Aleeza made her want to quit most days, but she pushed her pain aside and endured.

  That was pretty much all she’d been doing since she started working for the Lowell brothers. Eating her heart out for Dib Lowell, working impossibly long hours, and keeping an indifferent expression on her face. It all left her feeling exhausted and empty at the end of the day.

  But hey, at least now I have shin splints and sore feet! So, not a total loss, right? Ugh. FML. Rolling her eyes, she focused on the now and hurried to do her job, lest she be fired for incompetence. Yeah, right. She was damned good at her job. Confidence back in place, she picked up the pace.

  “Excuse me,” she ducked between two older men arguing about something or other as she hustled to beat her boss to the courtroom.

  Aleeza only hoped her clinical strength deodorant would stop her from sweating through her thin blouse. All this running around in the oddly warm weather was bound to make her a little damp. But that was spring for you. You could never tell what it would be like outside.

  It was not even nine and she knew it was going to be a long day. She’d spent another restless night and wondered if she was coming down with a bug. That would suck considering their caseload.

  It didn’t help that her bosses never got sick. It was a Wolf thing. Sure, she was the daughter of a Werewolf, but the gift had skipped her.

  Aleeza had the same average health of any other normal around. She had not benefited from any of the supernatural abilities that kept her father, Lou Marlowe, looking half of his seventy-five years.

  She also had the same healing habits of everyday normals, which explained her current stomachache. Must be a virus or something going around.

  Ten-minutes until nine o’clock. Damn, she exhaled. Almost there. Aleeza knew her boss would be there at least half an hour before the courtroom opened its doors.

  Dib Lowell would be immaculately dressed, tailored suit outlining his tall, hard body to perfection. His shoes would be shined to a high gloss, and his auburn hair and beard neatly trimmed and combed away from his chiseled face. As always, he’d look good enough to stop her heart in her chest.

  Her eyes would find him through the crowd as they unerringly had a thousand times before, and he’d scowl the second he saw her. It was always the same reaction.

  Aleeza had a shameless attraction to the slightly older man, but it was utterly pointless. He thought she was a baby. Twenty-six to his almost forty years old. Not that it ma
ttered, him being a Werewolf and all. He was in his prime.

  She ran to catch the elevator only to have it slam in her face. Crap! She had five minutes to beat him there. Wouldn’t that be awesome? If she could get to court before the great Dib Lowell!

  She looked towards the stairs and rolled her eyes. She had no choice. The ancient elevator would take too long to make its way back down the five stories to the ground floor. Again she cursed the men, because it could only be men that did something so inefficient, who’d designed the old building.

  Aleeza turned towards the staircase and began her trek. Of course, juvenile court was on the top floor. Judge Niedermeyer presiding. She smiled at the same time she resented having to jog up the flights of stairs.

  The Lowell brothers, along with Aleeza, had been frequent visitors to the juvenile court ever since they had agreed to take on any work the Macconwood-Nighthawk Teen Outreach program sent their way. It was a wonderful mission. Something that really made a difference in their community. Their Pack.

  Members of the Macconwood Pack, and Wolf Guards to their esteemed Alpha, Rafe Maccon, both Dib and Kurt felt it prudent to accept Cat Maccon’s proposal that they help the youth of their Pack with any legal issues. Smart guys.

  She snorted as she hurried up the stairs. As if they’d even try refusing the Alpha’s sister. Aleeza might not be a Werewolf, but she’d been born to one and she knew all about Pack life.

  When she’d applied for the job as a paralegal while still earning her law degree, she’d dreamed of being on a team that righted wrongs and fought injustices within the Pack.

  Approval and acceptance had always been just out of her reach as a child. She’d had to keep her father’s secret, only to be turned away from the Wolves who saw her as defective.

  Aleeza survived the pains of childhood with a few bumps and bruises. Grateful for those in the Pack who were her friends, like Clara and Delia Crescent. The rowdy sisters were near her age and had been fun to hang with when they’d all been in high school.

  A terrible car accident had left Clara permanently scarred their senior year. A drunk driver had caused the wreck and, luckily, Delia had emerged unscathed.

  The teen who’d been driving had gone on to have another, unfortunately, fatal accident later that year. Something that had angered and hurt Aleeza in her youth.

  With this new initiative from her bosses, they had an opportunity to help young Werewolves in trouble and to follow it through to long term therapy and care. Care that the drunk driver from years ago could have benefitted from, maybe, just maybe.

  Aleeza slammed the door on that train of thought. She had no time for a trip down not-so-happy memory lane. Besides, she had more than enough to keep her busy these days.

  Who knew Werewolf pups could be such an unruly bunch? Ever since the Curse of Natalis had ended, Werewolves across the world had been reconnecting, and, in some cases, awakening to their supernatural sides with a vengeance. Such changes sometimes came with a side of mischief.

  Most of the side effects of this life-altering event were welcomed by the Wolf community as a whole. And the Macconwood Pack was doing everything they could to help ensure the changes that affected their members were being addressed in the best possible way.

  For some reason that thought resonated with Aleeza. Not for the first time in her life she wished she was a Werewolf.

  Maybe then he would notice…

  CHAPTER 1

  “You’re late,” Dib Lowell grunted the words from his position by the one tall window across the hallway from the stairs.

  She knew how he did it, but it still managed to surprise her. Every. Single. Time. He probably scented me, or more likely, heard me huffing and puffing up the stairs. Once again, she sent a silent fuck you to Bree and Hans. Bastards.

  Aleeza stopped a moment to take in her boss’ flawless appearance. Red hair combed rakishly back from his sculpted face, beard neatly trimmed, adding to the definition of his high cheekbones and strong jaw, she wet her suddenly dry lips and took in a calming breath before moving closer to him.

  He had milky white skin and copper colored eyelashes that framed his emerald green eyes. He wasn’t looking at her. Not that he had to for her to know and picture every angle of his face, every nuance of color in his hair. Aleeza sighed internally.

  Hopeless, that is what she was when it came to this man. She’d watched him, longed for him for years. Storing away tidbits of information as she came across them. Such as the way he preferred his coffee. Organic dark roast, iced, and black.

  He held out his hand expectantly. Aleeza took in the enormous size of him compared to her, noting the neatly trimmed nails and smooth skin. He was all cool confidence as he stood there. Unaware or uncaring of the way he exuded power over everyone else in the hallway.

  The normal seemed to feel his dominant nature in the way they avoided him. Leaving him a good twenty feet of space while the rest crammed together on the benches and along the walls. Sure, she supposed he was a bit arrogant, but he had reason to be.

  Hell, he didn’t even bother to look her way as her heels clacked along the tiled floor. Nope. He simply expected her to fill his hand without any further instruction or comment.

  As she normally did. Sigh. She wished she could be affronted by his treatment of her, but he was her boss. These things were, in fact, her job. She exhaled and, first, placed his coffee into his firm grasp, then, she offered him the freshly typed files.

  He grunted in reply, which she interpreted as thanks. Accustomed to his abrupt nature, she waited while he sipped and skimmed their first case of that morning. It was one she found interesting, or at the very least, somewhat amusing.

  A young Wolf named Tyler Nevins had gotten into a bit of trouble for criminal nuisance. The complaint was made by a local grocery store. Well, technically, the alleged crime was allegedly committed against the grocery store parking lot. Snicker.

  The teen, a newly Changed Werewolf, had been running off some excess energy when he’d had a powerful, irresistible urge to urinate. Yup. He got nailed for peeing outside.

  In fact, the urge, as it were, was a natural instinct among Wolves to “mark” their territory. It was all about dominance and posturing really, but most Wolves were able to control themselves.

  Newly Changed Wolves were warned against such behavior by family members. In the absence of an older Wolf relative, the Pack was offering the teens to utilize the Outreach program for their benefit. If, for some reason, they didn’t, well, Dib and Kurt were there to help them out.

  Like now. In his youth and inexperience, Tyler chose the parking lot to relieve himself as opposed to the nearby woods. The grocery store parking lot was, of course, equipped with a security system that captured the boy not only urinating on the far outside wall, but writing his name with said urine. Double snicker.

  Dib had managed to get the court to suspend all jail time and was now in the process of negotiating a reasonable fine and, as a bonus, he was doing all he could to keep the kid’s record clean. Aleeza tried to stem the sigh that escaped her lips.

  “Something wrong, Ms. Marlowe?”

  “Um, what? No, no. Sorry, just didn’t get much sleep.” Ugh. Dope. You sound like a lovestruck teenager.

  “Yes, well. See that you do. Don’t want you missing anything important,” he murmured as his eyes scanned the documents.

  Right. Don’t miss anything that could make him lose his case. As if. Dib Lowell was a certifiable Rockstar in a courtroom. She sometimes wondered why he insisted that she remain assigned to the brothers despite the dozens of paralegals that worked in the office. Irreplaceable, she was not.

  His outward appearance, six-foot four-inches of well-honed muscle, was intimidating to most. His natural dominance making him one hell of an opponent, but it was his refined demeanor, razor sharp mind, and articulate speech that made him a success.

  Macconwood Law Associates was comprised of several different departments as the Pack’s in
terests were vast. The Lowell brothers handled local business, as well as, anything and everything the Alpha threw their way. As esteemed members of the Wolf Guard, that sort of went with the territory.

  Kurt preferred the detective work that went along with law, while his brother excelled at being the hard-ass attorney. Detail oriented, Dib was the polar opposite of his outlandish brother in his style and actions. Though identical, the twins tended to gravitate towards opposite proclivities.

  For example, Kurt enjoyed wearing garish t-shirts with obnoxious slogans while Dib preferred tailormade suits and designer jeans on days when he wasn’t in the office. Kurt dated a wide variety of women, and Dib kept to himself. To Aleeza’s secret delight.

  Of course, there was someone whom she’d frequently wished he’d date! Someone who was borderline desperate for the male’s attentions. Okay, it was her! Desperate much? Yes, I am. Honesty was such a bummer sometimes.

  Sheltered and a bit introverted, boys hadn’t been too keen on asking her out in high school. Especially with her overprotective father hovering nearby. Lou Marlowe was a force in and of himself and she was daddy’s little girl when all was said and done. Still, she loved the man like crazy.

  College wasn’t any better, and though she had dated, she always felt something missing. Her one real relationship ended mildly enough when he’d fallen in love with someone else.

  Aleeza hadn’t even cried. She realized she never loved the guy and often feared she never would find the one. Until she laid eyes on him.

  She would do just about anything to get Dib Lowell to just look at her. Well, almost anything. Her daddy, though gentle with her for her normal status, would not hesitate to kick her ass if she suggested anything even close to an indecent proposal to the sexy Werewolf.

  Not that it would matter. The man barely registered she was alive and present except to bark a command or growl at an error. Sigh again.

  Kurt, on the other hand, asked her out frequently. He was charming and cute, but she knew his playful invitations were nothing more than a front. He simply liked to rib his brother. For some reason, Dib wasn’t keen on his brother’s flirtations.