FILF - Curse of the Wolf by Megan Wade

My paranormal wolf shifter romance duet is out now!

Previously, in Whisper of the Wolf…

AKA, What happened the last time Georgia found herself stuck in a cave full of glowing rocks and ancient wolf drama.

Book one started with geologist Georgia Harper hiking into Whisper Valley to investigate some suspiciously rainbow-colored quartz. What she found instead? A sacred mountain cave full of glowing heartstones—the crystallized remains of ancient wolf spirits—and one seriously life-altering accident. Injured and bleeding inside the cave, Georgia accidentally awakened Luna, an ancient wolf spirit trapped in stone. Luna entered Georgia’s body to save her from certain death, binding them together in a way no one saw coming.

Enter Ryan Blackwell. He’s a local shifter, reluctant cave guardian, and the vessel for Kane, who’s another ancient wolf who, oh yeah, just happens to be Luna’s long-lost mate. The moment Ryan found Georgia unconscious, sparks flew–literal, mystical, soul-bond-level sparks. Turns out, Ryan and Georgia are something special. They’re soul-bonded mates, a legendary pairing between a human and a fated wolf that hasn’t been seen in centuries.

While recovering under the care of Ryan’s twin brother, Owen, Georgia grappled with the glowing silver light beneath her skin and the ancient wolf living inside her. Training with Ryan’s warrior friend Scarlett (who was busy dodging the unwanted attentions of the brutal Alpha), Georgia began unlocking her connection to Luna. But the spirit remained mostly dormant, still trapped under the weight of an ancient curse.

Things escalated fast when the pack Elders caught wind of Luna’s return. They called for a ritual trial to ‘test’ Georgia’s worthiness. Which was just a fancy way of saying, “We’re scared of what you are, and we’d rather kill you than risk losing control.”

But it didn’t take long for the real truth to come out. Ten years ago, the Elders sent Kane and Luna on a secret mission to retrieve scrolls about Soul Bonds. They were ambushed, cursed by a witch, and presumed dead. Kane found a new home in Ryan. Luna was trapped in her heartstone. The Elders covered it all up because Soul Bonds are powerful, and powerful love threatens fragile power.

During the next full moon ceremony, the Alpha tried to claim Scarlett as his mate. When she refused, he bit her in front of the entire pack, marking her without consent and exposing just how far their leadership had fallen. And when Georgia’s partial bond with Ryan lit up the clearing in silver light, the Elders didn’t rejoice. They called it blasphemy.

Ryan, Georgia, Scarlett, and Ethan (loyal pack warrior and cinnamon roll wrapped in fur and fangs) fled into the night.

Their only ally? Caspian—Scarlett’s father and a high-ranking Elder with a conscience—who revealed the bond between Georgia and Ryan could usher in the first true Alpha pair in generations. Their union could restore fertility, magic, and hope to the entire supernatural world.

But they only have one chance. To complete the Soul Bond, they must perform a sacred ritual in the Soulcave under the light of a supermoon. Problem? That’s a month away. And between now and then, they need to find the witch who cursed Luna and Kane, break the spell keeping Luna trapped and try to survive being hunted by their former pack.

No pressure, right?

As Whisper of the Wolf ends, the fugitives are heading for Sugar City, hoping to find allies—and answers.

Now, in Curse of the Wolf, the stakes climb even higher. Secrets will surface. Enemies will rise. And a lone wolf with a tragic past may be the key to saving them all.

Chapter 1 - Ryan

“You know something?” Georgia says, looking around our seedy motel room. “This is kinda romantic when you think about it.”

I quirk an eyebrow as Kane huffs his disagreement from inside my mind. The lights buzz and flicker, and the stairs on the way up here smelled like urine. There are odd stains on the carpet, and I’m pretty sure something is growing in the corner by the window. The faucet handle came off in the bathroom the moment I touched it, and I don’t think we can blame my increased strength for that one.

“Romantic wouldn’t exactly be my choice of words,” I say, leaning back against the chipped headboard. “But I suppose if you’re comparing it to living in a dumpster, it could be seen that way.”

Georgia grins. “That’s disgusting.”

“So is this motel.”

She runs her hands over the threadbare comforter and adjusts her position on the lumpy mattress. “It’s no quaint cabin in the woods, I’ll give you that. But at least no one’s trying to kill us here.”

“That part is true. For now, anyway.”

She shudders on an inhale as she picks up a slice of cardboard-tasting pizza. “How long do you think it’ll take for them to find us?” She takes a bite of the crappy meal and uses her free hand to pass me the bottle of even crappier wine. When we arrived here from Whisper Valley a couple of hours ago, we stocked up at the first gas station on the edge of town. The cashier, a woman with an oxygen tank and the dry, glazed stare of the undead. I had to scent her twice to make sure she really was human.

“If we consider that the city is a mishmash of smells and sounds. And that we have the amulet Caspian gave us…” I lift the bottle to my mouth and sip, wincing as the bitter taste burns down my throat. “Maybe a day or two. Less if the poultice Ethan applied to Scarlett’s mark fails and the Alpha finds a way to tap into her.”

Georgia’s face falls ever so slightly, but she quickly masks it with another forced grin. “Well, in that case, let’s enjoy the heck out of this romantic evening while we can.”

I laugh, shaking my head at her optimism. Somehow, even with the filth and roaches, being with her in this dingy temporary refuge does feel oddly romantic. “To us, then,” I say, holding up the bottle of wine to her before I take a drink and hand it to her. She almost chokes on it.

“Oh yeah. That’s good stuff,” she forces out, coughing.

“Remind me to take you somewhere nice when all this is over.”

“This really isn’t so bad, Ryan,” she says, passing the bottle back to me. “In fact, I’ve experienced far worse in my travels.”

The muffled sounds of sirens and traffic filter in from outside. It’s been so long since I’ve been anywhere near a city. The exhaust fumes burn my sensitive nose even through the closed window, mixing with the acrid smell of hot asphalt and too many humans packed together. Someone’s cooking curry three doors down, and there’s the sickly sweet stench of garbage from the dumpster in the alley. When I was a boy, the idea of living here excited me. But now, all I need is the quiet of the mountains and an open space to run as my wolf. I miss Whisper Valley already.

City stinks, Kane grumbles in my mind. Too many scents. Don’t like it.

I know, buddy. Me neither.

“Worse than this place?” I take another sip of wine, grimacing as I look at the label. It’s a far cry from the earthy, robust flavors of the wine back home, but it’s enough to dull our senses for a short while. Shifters can’t stay drunk for long. But if you drink fast enough, you’ll get a buzz. “I don’t believe there’s anywhere worse than this roach pit.”

“Oh, the privilege you must have endured,” she teases, taking another bite of the pizza and chewing quietly.

I smile as I watch her, the crude lighting of the room catching in her fiery hair and vibrant eyes. So much has changed since Georgia stumbled into my life, absorbing Luna’s spirit and igniting our Soul Bond. It’s not just our lives that have changed—I’m changing too.

Kane’s thoughts, once a separate voice in my mind, now feel closer to my own. We’re no longer two halves of a whole, but merging into a single entity. Our thoughts and emotions synchronize, yet I can still discern his influence—a constant, affirming whisper of ‘mate’ whenever I look at Georgia.

Just weeks ago, I was a lone wolf, mourning the loss of my mate and resigned to guarding the Soulcave for the rest of my days. Then Georgia stumbled into my life, quite literally falling into the cave and absorbing Luna’s spirit. Our instant connection, the prophecy of our Soul Bond, the rush to complete it under the full moon…

It just happened. But somehow it also seems like a lifetime ago.

And yet, the consequences of those frantic days are why we’re here now, hiding in this dingy motel. The pack’s betrayal, the Alpha’s brutal attack on Scarlett, our desperate escape from the mountain—it all led us here, fugitives on the run from the very people I used to trust. All because they fear the power of our bond.

Reaching out, I take Georgia’s hand in mine and glance down at it, remembering the moment I marked her, sealing our fate. The enormity of what we must face together weighs heavy on me. We’re not just fighting for our lives, but for the future of all shifterkind. It’s a daunting thought, but not one I want to delve into tonight. No. Tonight is about pause. It’s about my mate. Us.

“I’d like to hear more about these travels of yours,” I say as Georgia finishes her slice of pizza. “Tell me, love, where have you been that’s worse than this place?” I search my mind, flitting through the memories we shared when the Soul Bond really took root. But she’s been to so many places, camping in less than stellar conditions, that I’m not sure. “Was it the Gobi Desert?”

“That’s cheating,” she says as she dusts her fingers off over the open pizza box.

“It’s not cheating when our bond gave us this gift of shared memories. I’m sure there are a lot of questions you could answer about me without a conversation too.”

She considers this, eyes narrowed in playful suspicion. “OK, fair point. And for the record, the caves in the Gobi were freezing, damp, and full of shrieking bats.” She tries to mimic the sound, waving her hands. “But there were no roaches the size of baby rats, so I’m afraid this place still wins.”

She relaxes into the pillows.

“So that means I’m wrong and there’s somewhere worse than the Gobi Desert.”

Georgia grins. “There are many. Geology is a pretty filthy field—lots of mud. And while that cave in Gobi was pretty awful, I think the worst conditions happened on the dig in Vietnam that got me a job with the Geological Survey. That was intense.”

“Vietnam?”

Georgia nods. “It was a dig in a rural area that had been ravaged by floods,” she explains. “The villagers were so welcoming and generous despite having not much to give. They invited us into their homes, offered us food and shelter even when they barely had enough for themselves. It was humbling.” She pauses for a moment, her eyes reflecting a mixture of admiration and sadness. “But the mud... it was relentless. And the humidity along with the smell of decomposing vegetation. Gosh, I can smell it again just thinking about it.” She lifts her hand to her nose and shakes her head to push away the memory.

“We all ended up getting sick. But our budget didn’t allow for any delays. So we powered through. Every day we’d work in shifts, digging and documenting all the minerals we found while also battling horrible stomach cramps.” She shudders.

“Sounds like a nightmare.”

“At times, it was. But it was also one of the most rewarding experiences of my life,” Georgia says, letting out a wistful sigh. “We discovered a vein of rare earth elements that could potentially change the technological landscape. It made all the suffering worth it and paved the way for my job offer with the Geological Survey.”

As I set the bottle down, I look back up at her and smile. “It still sounds better than here.”

She laughs. “The food was definitely nicer. Even if it did make us all sick. But the company…” Her voice lowers to a whisper as she leans into me. “It’s way better here.”

I brush a strand of fiery hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Once this is over, I’ll take you somewhere warm and sunny. No mud or decomposing vegetation. No shrieking bats. No roach-infested motels. Just you, me and forever stretching out in front of us, I promise.” My voice softens as I look into her eyes, the intensity of our bond making my chest tighten with a different kind of urgency.

“I’d like that.” Georgia smiles up at me, but it quickly fades as she looks away. “It’s just so hard to imagine this ever being over. Our lives are so...complicated now.”

I take her hand, stroking my thumb over her knuckles soothingly. “This is just a rest stop on the journey, my love. Nothing can stop our destiny.”

Georgia’s lips quirk up slightly. “You really believe that?”

“I have to believe it. The alternative is unthinkable.”

At my solemn tone, Georgia shifts closer, curling against my side. Her warmth and soft curves press into me, igniting my desire to be closer to her. But I restrain myself, simply wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“I’m scared, Ryan,” Georgia admits. “Everything is happening so fast, and there’s still so much we don’t understand about this bond between us. And then there’s Scarlett to worry about. What the Alpha did to her...”

I rub her arm gently, wanting to soothe away all her worries. “Scarlett is tough, she won’t let the Alpha control her.”

Georgia takes a ragged breath. “And what if they’re wrong? What if this bond of ours isn’t some magical cure-all? What if the more we bond, the bigger the target on our backs?”

I pull her closer, seeing distress in her eyes. “Our friends made their choices willingly because they want a better future. Trusting in this bond gives them hope.”

She bites her lip. “Hope won’t heal Scarlett’s mental wounds or remove that mark.”

“No,” I murmur. “Which is why tomorrow we’ll find the witches on Caspian’s list. They have protection spells that can mask the Alpha’s connection, make it harder for him to track her through the mark. Maybe one of them can weaken the bond or remove the mark altogether.”

“But what if their magic isn’t enough?” Georgia whispers, trembling.

I cup her face between my hands, holding her gaze firmly. “Then we keep fighting until the Alpha is nothing more than dust and heartstone. I swear to you, Georgia, Scarlett will be free.”

She searches my eyes, uncertainty still lingering in her gaze while she nods slowly. I can still feel the tension coiled within her, so I lean in and kiss her forehead softly, needing to comfort her, to reassure her that everything will be all right.

As my lips brush against her skin, her breath hitches. Our bond hums. A low, steady vibration that seems to resonate through every cell in my body.

Mate needs us, Kane rumbles, his presence stirring with interest.

For a moment, we’re both still, caught in this delicate balance between comfort and desire. I can hear her heart racing, feel the slight tremor in her hands as they rest against my chest.

Then she tilts her head up, her lips barely grazing the edge of my jaw. It’s a tentative touch, more of a question than a demand. And I remain motionless, letting her set the pace, even as every instinct screams at me to pull her closer.

“Ryan,” she whispers, her warm breath washing over my skin. The sound of my name on her lips sends a shiver down my spine. I can’t help the low growl that rumbles in my chest as I tilt my head, giving her better access to my jaw and neck.

Yes. Mate aches. Let her forget. Let her be held. Then take her. Cherish her. Protect.

Her fingers curl into my shirt as she grows bolder, her mouth moving along my jawline with more purpose. The softness of her lips fills me with a longing that I can’t ignore. And while I know I should resist when there are bigger things at play here, my body betrays me. The need to touch her, to lose myself in her, becomes overwhelming. My hands move of their own accord, tangling in her hair as I finally give in to the urge to pull her closer.

Our lips meet in a kiss that’s equal parts desperation and tenderness. It’s as if all the fear, all the uncertainty of our situation, is being poured into this one moment of connection.

“I want to forget what we are, Ryan,” Georgia whispers between kisses, her hands sliding over my chest. “Just for a moment… I want to feel like I’m just a woman. And you’re just a man. Not a Soul Bond. Not a prophecy. No curse to break. No fate to fulfill. Just us.”

Chapter 2 - Ryan

I trail my fingers down her cheek, seeing the glow of Luna that’s already started in her eyes and is shimmering across her skin. It’d be impossible to forget, even for a moment, who she is. But I can give her the illusion of it if that’s what she wants.

I dip my head, kissing her neck softly, whispering against her skin, “Nothing exists except you and me, my love.”

“Just us,” she sighs, holding me tighter as I lay her back on the bed, holding myself over her as I kiss her again then slowly unbutton her shirt, unveiling a pale pink lace and satin bra. When I finally reveal her full breasts, I pause, drinking in the sight of her creamy skin and pink nipples that are already hard. She arches her back. “Touch me.”

I dip my head, closing my mouth around a nipple, teasing the hardened peak with my tongue. I can feel her shuddering as I graze my teeth over the sensitive bud, sucking gently. Her hands bury themselves in my hair, holding me closer as I move to tease the other nipple.

“Ryan,” she whispers, her hand slipping under my shirt, the heat of her palm against my chest sending a jolt down my spine.

She tugs at the fabric, pulling it up over my head. I raise my arms, letting her toss it to the ground before she runs her hands down my chest, tracing the muscles of my abdomen. I groan, closing my eyes. Her hands trail lower, unbuttoning my pants, before sliding them and my boxers down my legs. I kick them off, my erection twitching against my stomach.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, tracing her fingers over my cock, the heat of her palm making me shudder as she grips my hard length.

“So are you. I could never tire of looking at you.”

She smiles, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she strokes me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. The sensation makes me heady, and I have to fight the urge to thrust into her hand. Instead, I close my eyes and focus on sending the pleasure she’s giving me through our bond.

“Can you feel how good that is?”

Georgia gasps as the sensations flow through our bond, her eyes fluttering shut. “Yes,” she breathes. “It’s like a feedback loop of pleasure.” Her hand tightens around my shaft, stroking me more firmly.

I groan, my head falling forward as she works me with expert strokes, building the pressure low in my belly. The bond between us pulses with shared pleasure, amplifying every touch, every gasp. My hand slides into her hair, my heart racing as I drag her mouth to mine, kissing her hungrily.

Georgia moans into the kiss, her lips parting to welcome the thrust of my tongue. Our mouths move together with an urgency that mirrors the building passion between us. Her fingers tease the sensitive underside of my cock, making me growl against her lips.

Good. Mate knows how to please us, Kane purrs, satisfaction rolling through our shared consciousness.

My hand leaves her hair to trail down her neck, over her collarbone, mapping the soft curves of her body. I caress the swell of her breast, teasing her nipple into a tight peak before continuing lower. Georgia arches into my touch, her breath coming faster as my fingers skim over her ribs and down to the waistband of her jeans.

“Let’s get you out of these pants.”

She laughs a little as I push her back on the bed and unbutton her jeans, assisting me by shifting her hips when I pull them down her legs and toss them aside. I take a moment to admire the sight of her before me, her skin flushed with arousal as I position myself back on the bed.

I settle between her legs, running my hands up her smooth thighs. Georgia’s breathing hitches as my fingers brush against the lace of her panties, finding her soaked through.

“Oh, Ryan,” she breathes. “I need more.”

I can feel her need pulsing, an aching desperation that matches my own. With a low growl, I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and slowly drag them down her legs, revealing her glistening folds to my hungry gaze.

“You smell so fucking good,” I rasp, leaning in to inhale her intoxicating scent. I press a reverent kiss to her inner thigh then spread them nice and wide so I can just look at how wet she is.

“Please.” Georgia’s fingers thread into my hair, urging me closer to where she needs me most.

I can no longer resist her plea, my mouth dropping to her hot, wet center. Slowly, I drag my tongue through her slick folds, savoring her unique taste as it bursts across my tongue. I groan.

“I could live off the taste of you.”

Georgia gasps and arches off the bed, her fingers tightening reflexively in my hair as my tongue swirls around her sensitive bundle of nerves. “Oh god, Ryan...” she pants, her hips undulating against my mouth.

I groan against her slick flesh and slide a finger inside her, my cock jumping as her tightness envelops me. Her hips buck against my face as I work her inside and out, adding a second digit and curling to stroke that special spot inside her. I can feel it all, and I can barely keep it together.

“That’s it, love.” My voice is rough as I encourage her. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come undone.”

“Ryan!” Georgia’s inner walls flutter around my fingers as she climbs higher and higher, her body trembling with the force of her impending release. I increase the pressure of my tongue on her clit, flicking rapidly as I thrust my fingers deep, curling to stroke her just right. “Oh god! It’s happening. I’m coming! Ryyyyaaaannnnnn!”

With a final press of my tongue and a deep thrust of my fingers, Georgia shatters. Her body arches off the bed as a cry of pure ecstasy tears from her throat. Light bursts from her skin, illuminating the dingy motel room in a radiant glow. It’s as if the very essence of the moon is shining through her skin, casting an ethereal shimmer over every inch of her flushed flesh.

Beautiful. Our mate glows for us, Kane rumbles with deep satisfaction.

Her essence floods my tongue, and I have to grip the base of my cock hard to keep myself from joining her while I greedily lap up every drop. So fucking good. Every sensation that wracks through Georgia filters through to me. I can feel the pleasure, the ecstasy, and as I reposition myself on the bed and line the tip of my cock up with her entrance, the sensation trebles the moment I push inside.

“Holy fuck,” I moan, trying not to pass out as I slowly drag my cock back and forth. This is incredible.

“Ryan.” Georgia’s hands wrap around my biceps as we rock together, completely overwhelmed. “You’re glowing.”

“Holy shit.” I look at my arms and she’s right. “So are you.”

“Oh my god. What is this?”

“I don’t know,” I return, gliding in and out of her slick heat. “But I’m not stopping to figure it out. You’re so, so tight.”

“Oh, yes! Keep going!”

Georgia’s grip on my arms tightens as I pick up the pace, thrusting faster, harder. Our pleasure builds, and my eyes roll back into my head, the friction driving me wild. I can feel her tight, wet heat milking my cock, and I push in deeper and deeper. She gasps, anchoring herself to me like I’m the only solid thing left in the world. I plunge my cock deep inside her, filling her as she cries out my name over and over.

Mine. Ours. Forever, Kane chants along with each thrust.

“Oh god, Georgia. I need to come,” I grind out through clenched teeth. “I can’t hold on.”

“Come inside me,” she pants, her nails digging into my skin. “Please. I want to feel it, feel you. Give it to me. Please.”

Her words are my undoing. With a guttural groan, I thrust deep one final time, my release bursting from me as I empty myself inside her with a roar that shakes the thin walls. The pleasure is so intense, so all-consuming, that for a moment I fear I might black out.

Georgia cries out with me, her own climax crashing over her in a wave of light and sensation that floods through our bond and highlight every corner of the room. Her inner muscles pulse around my cock, milking every last drop from me as we ride out the intense pleasure together.

“Georgia, Georgia, Georgia,” I chant as the sensation becomes too much, and I slump down on top of her, both of us barely keeping it together as we come back down from that crazy, magical high. We just unleashed something ancient and sacred—the kind of power legends warn you about. And we did it in a two-star motel off Route 9. Holy shit.

For a long moment, we simply cling to each other, panting. The air hums with leftover magic and neither of us speaks. We just lie there, breathless, heartbeats slowly syncing until finally, Georgia giggles. I lift my head to look into her eyes, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “Something funny?”

Georgia’s eyes shine with happiness as I roll off her and she shifts so she’s close to me. “That was fucking amazing,” she says. “And we glowed. Together this time.” She shakes her head and laughs again. “So much for pretending to just be human.”

I can’t help but chuckle along with her. “I guess we’re not so great at pretending,” I say, propping my head up on my hand so I can look down at her beautiful face. “Good thing those curtains were closed, or we might have given someone quite the light show.”

Georgia grins up at me. “Lucky it’s the city and weird stuff happens all the time.” She reaches up and brushes her fingers along my scarred jaw. “But I have to say, this thing between us is amazing. The sex. Our bond. You.” She leans in and presses a light kiss right to the center of my chin.

“Does that mean you’re no longer having second thoughts? Even after everything we just left behind?”

Georgia bounces a shoulder, her expression turning serious. “I don’t want to lie to you, Ryan, I’m probably going to have a freak out here and there because this whole, ‘the fate of shifter kind depends on you’ thing is pretty intense. But at the end of the day, I’m one hundred percent yours. And I’d follow you anywhere, mate.”

Her words send a shiver down my spine, tingling beneath my skin. She makes me feel invincible.

“I like it when you call me that.”

She grins. “Mate?”

I nod, and she trails her fingers down my chest. “Mate,” she murmurs.

Yes. She is our moonlight. Our strength. She sees us, Kane rumbles contentedly.

I let out a sigh and press my forehead to hers. “I love you, Georgia,” I whisper, before leaning in to kiss her again.

Georgia pulls me closer, our tongues tangling as she wraps her legs around my waist. “I love you, too.”

We pull away from each other, our breathing ragged as we smile and lock eyes. I can see the heat in her gaze, and before either of us can say anything, we’re already coming together again, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we kiss hungrily. I know we should rest. But who needs sleep when you have a Soul Bond to explore? In the name of science, of course…

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