Pricolici by Alicia Nordwell

Tucker might be a submissive lupe, but he’s far from capable of keeping his mouth shut. Combine that with the fact that his pheromones have gone crazy since he first began shifting at twenty, and the last six months have been hell for him. But Tucker’s alpha can’t handle the disruption anymore. On his own, Tucker heads south, trying to find the unclaimed territory Shane mentioned where he can just be himself.

Except Shane was lying. The territory isn’t unclaimed. Worse, it’s the home of the Pricolici—the oldest haitas in the United States—and the Hunters. The boogie men of all lupes, the ancient wolves of the Pricolici enforce the peace and ensure their existence is kept a secret, and they won’t hesitate to kill if someone calls too much attention to themselves.

Tucker immediately runs into Stelian, the alpha of the Pricolici. He doesn’t know what to expect, other than contempt for his submissive wolf nature, but the last thing he expects to hear is that he isn’t a wolf at all! But he has no idea what a hultan is, much less how to learn control of the magic Stelian insists he has. And finding a mate?

No way.

When the haitas that took him in comes under attack, Tucker must fight back with everything he can… and even that might not be enough.

He knew people were looking at him, both men and women. He could feel their want, their need, like hands on his skin. Tucker wrapped his arms around his chest and stood very still as he waited in line. Something pulled him to the building, kept him standing in a crowd of waiting partygoers, even though he wanted to leave. Wearing only a metal chain choker, tight leather pants, and a pair of wrist cuffs, Tucked walked into the club and glanced around. He felt eyes on him, but when he scanned the room he didn't see anyone staring. He it his lip, undecided, and then slowly made his way to the bar.

Author bio:
Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find something interesting to read one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started ... Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out.

Fortunately for readers, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing. Now you can find her stories both free and e-published!She can be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on under her online nickname, Cia.

Oh yeah, she's a wife, mom of two, and lives in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course!

Cover art, blurb, excerpt and author bio copyright (c) Alicia Nordwell, all rights reserved.

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