Werewolf romance smash-hit The Millennium Wolves spans 7 books and has been read over 125 million times on the Galatea app, gaining it recognition from the BBC, Guardian, and Forbes. What’s next for this iconic shifter love story? Make space on your digital bookshelf…
What do you do when your book is selling faster than Fifty Shades? You give readers more of it, of course. The newest instalment in this iconic werewolf love story is fit to drive women even crazier than the original did.
The Millennium Wolves: His Haze is the male love interest’s side of the story. Readers will learn what the infamous Alpha Aiden Norwood’s life was like before Sienna, and what goes through his head when they finally meet (warning: it’s not PG)!
His Haze is available to readers starting 11 February, exclusively on Galatea. Until then, keep scrolling to read the entire first 3 chapters for free, or download the app to read the rest of the series while you wait >>
Chapter 1 – What an Alpha Wants
I could feel it coming—that unmistakable desire building in the pit of my stomach, the relentless clawing at the edges of my mind, urging me to let my animalistic instincts go wild, the overwhelming need to just…
The Haze was about to begin. And I was more than ready for it.
Every year the season hit us like a freight train, sending the pack into a sexual frenzy. It was all about sating our most base instincts, unleashing the beast, so to speak.
My fingernails started to elongate, digging into my oak desk as I started to let the sensations take over my body.
The Haze was a time of freedom, liberation, release.
A time to let the wolf out to play.
My breathing turned to low growls; all my thoughts became primally motivated.
I knew exactly what I wanted, and I wanted it right fucking now.
The Alpha wants to stake his claim.
I needed to mark my partner for the season immediately, to make it known that she was mine, and mine alone.
No other wolf would dare come near her. I’d tear them apart, limb from limb.
Just then the door to my office burst open, and my Beta Josh stumbled in.
“Aiden, are you feeling it too?” he asked, panting. “The Haze is here.”
I nodded, standing up from my desk. “Always comes at the most inopportune times.”
Josh smirked. “Should I cancel all your meetings? I have a feeling the Alpha is going to be extremely busy today.”
“Where’s Jocelyn?” I asked, ignoring his question. “I need to find her now.”
“Is the Alpha just sticking to one woman this season?” Josh replied, his smirk getting even wider. “She is pretty hot, so I can’t really blame you.”
“Josh. Don’t make me hurt you,” I said, my patience waning more and more by the second. “I need to find her before some other poor soul tries to make their mark. I’m not trying to send anyone to the hospital today, but I will.”
“That’s probably where she is, actually,” Josh replied. “Considering she’s our resident pack Healer.”
I grabbed my suit jacket from the back of my chair and slipped it on.
“Take the rest of the day off,” I said, slapping his back on my way to the door. “No chance in hell anyone is getting any work done now.”
The Haze’s call refused to be ignored.
So, I was going to answer it.
The way I charged through the hospital corridors, you’d have thought there was an emergency of epic proportions.
And in a way there was…
The Haze was like an infection, and it was spreading fast.
I wondered how many of these hospital rooms were currently filled with men and women overcome by their sexual desire, losing all their inhibitions.
I stopped abruptly in my tracks as a supply closet door swung open and a breathtaking dark-haired woman in a white coat stepped out into the hallway.
She turned her graceful swan-like neck when she saw me standing there. Her luscious red lips parted in surprise.
“Aiden,” she said, almost in a whisper. “I was just getting some supplies to bring back to the pack hou—”
Before she could even finish her sentence, I was pushing her back into the supply closet, kicking the door shut behind us.
We didn’t need to use words; we both knew that when the Haze hit, there’d be no stopping what came next.
Jocelyn’s fingers slid through my hair as my tongue slid into her mouth.
My kisses were those of a man who couldn’t get enough. My desire for Jocelyn was even stronger than my desire to breathe.
I was so distracted by my Haze that I didn’t even realize I was gripping Jocelyn’s regal neck until she let out a soft moan.
My hand was caressing the tender spot between her neck and shoulder as if preparing it for…
“Do you want to mark me?” she asked.
My heart was thumping wildly in my chest, and for some reason, I couldn’t still it.
Why am I hesitating?
“Yes,” I replied, gripping her neck tighter. “You’ll be mine for the season if that’s what you want.”
“I’m asking if that’s what you want,” she said, her doe-like eyes filled with uncertainty.
Is she seriously questioning what the Alpha wants?
“Of course, it is,” I growled. “And I’ll prove it to you.”
I picked Jocelyn up by her hips, causing her short skirt to ride up her thighs.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I shoved her back up against the medicine cabinet.
Our tongues intertwined as we hungrily kissed, our bodies grinding together. But our clothes were just getting in the way.
Jocelyn had my jacket off and my shirt unbuttoned within seconds, but my fingers fumbled with her clothes.
For whatever reason, I was off my game. Maybe it was just the Haze overtaking my senses, but I wouldn’t let that slow me down.
I ripped open Jocelyn’s blouse, and she inhaled sharply, digging her fingernails into my back.
My hand found its way up her skirt much more easily. I lowered her legs so I could slide her underwear off in one swift motion.
I got down level with her sex and hiked up her skirt, licking my lips right before I’d lick hers.
“That’s not something you see every day,” Jocelyn teased. “An alpha on his knees.”
I smirked. “A true alpha knows exactly how to please his woman. If he doesn’t do this, then he sure as hell isn’t an alpha.”
I plunged two fingers into Jocelyn’s tight sex while using my tongue to stimulate her clit.
She gasped, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “Oh God, Aiden!”
I moved my fingers in and out slowly, letting her pleasured moans guide my pace.
She tasted so fucking sweet as I continued lapping up her perfect pussy.
Her moans only got louder as I played with her sensitive sex. She was getting wetter by the second.
Is this proof enough for you? I thought to myself. I know what I want.
But why was I trying to prove anything in the first place? Why did I feel like something wasn’t quite right?
My Haze was dimming almost as fast as it had come on.
Jocelyn suddenly pulled me up to my feet and gave me a playful smile. “All right, now it’s my turn, Alpha.”
She dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants, sliding her hand under the waistband of my boxers.
Normally, Jocelyn on her knees like that would have had me hard as a rock. There was just one problem. My Haze was gone, and so was my…
“Aiden, what’s going on?” Jocelyn said, removing her hand from my boxers and standing up again.
“Jocelyn, you know me. This never happens,” I said, frustrated. “I just need a minute.”
Seriously, what the hell IS going on?
Jocelyn sighed as she picked up her underwear and slipped them back on over her heels. She buttoned up her coat to cover the ripped blouse.
“I sensed this might happen,” she said, not able to hide the disappointment in her voice. “You’re not ready.”
“What are you talking about?” I said defensively. “Let’s go again. I’ll show you how fucking ready I am.”
“Aiden, will you just listen!” Jocelyn said, her sharp tone taking me by surprise. “It’s not you! It’s me.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked away.
“How is this your fault?” I asked, putting my arm gently around her shoulder. She bristled at my touch, pulling away.
“Because I’m not your mate,” Jocelyn replied. “I’m just your partner for the season.”
“You’re more than that,” I said, trying to convince her.
Or was it myself I was trying to convince?
“Aiden, I’m a Healer,” Jocelyn said, finally looking at me again. “I can read your emotions, sense changes in your touch, in the way you feel about me. And I’ve felt you pulling away for a while now.”
“When I asked you if you wanted to mark me, you lied. I could feel it, even though I’d hoped it wasn’t true.”
I wanted to tell her that she was wrong, that she was just acting crazy because of the Haze, but…
I knew she was right. That magnetic connection brought on by the Haze was gone. And I thought I’d felt our connection fading for weeks.
“I…I don’t know what to say. I don’t understand what’s happening.”
“I do, Aiden,” Jocelyn said, taking my hand. “It’s really quite simple.”
“Then please explain it to me because I fucking hate this,” I said, squeezing her hand softly.
“You’re an alpha; it was just a matter of time before this happened,” Jocelyn said, forcing a smile. “You need to find your true partner. The woman who makes the world stop when you look at her. We both know that isn’t me.”
“But surely we can find a way to make this work,” I said, feeling less in control than I ever had before. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“This isn’t enough for you anymore,” Jocelyn said, shaking her head. “Maybe it used to be, but now you want what you were destined for. And that’s okay. You deserve it, Aiden.”
“Jocelyn, why does this sound like a breakup?”
“Because it is,” she said firmly. “You have to find your mate. And I’m not going to distract you from that journey any longer.”
Jocelyn kissed me on the cheek, then opened the door and walked out without another word, leaving me alone in the supply closet.
I felt a sense of emptiness that I’d never felt before, or maybe I’d just ignored it all this time. But it felt like I was missing half of myself.
Was that what Jocelyn meant? I was just trying to fill a void that could only be filled by one person…
When the Haze hit, I thought I knew exactly what I wanted as an alpha. To claim yet another lover, for yet another season.
But this time was different.
The Haze wasn’t just about mindless fucking—though it definitely had that reputation—it was also about finding your forever person.
And now, thanks to Jocelyn, I understood what it was that I truly wanted…
EPISODE: 2: It’s Not Too Late (For a Mate)
My head was pounding like a motherfucker as I opened my eyes to the harsh morning sun creeping into my bedroom, uninvited.
I glanced over to my nightstand where an empty bottle of whiskey made me remember why I felt like such shit.
Well, that and Jocelyn breaking up with me in a closet full of latex gloves and bedpans after my Haze failed me.
Definitely not my proudest moment.
I tried to pull my sheets back over my head, only to realize that they were completely shredded and now resembled confetti.
Damn, I must’ve had a really rough night.
I growled under my breath and smothered my face with a pillow, trying to block out the light.
The first day of the Haze should’ve been a chance for me and my girlfriend to fuck to our hearts’ content, but instead, the only person who got fucked was me.
“Mindfucked,” I mumbled into my pillow.
Jocelyn had led me to an uncomfortable truth. Or rather, she’d forcibly pushed me off a cliff toward my impending doom.
I was perfectly content with my many rotating seasonal partners, with my status as the unattainable Alpha, and with my freedom.
Except that I wasn’t content at all…
That’s what Jocelyn made me realize.
I thought she might’ve actually been “the one,” or at least a substitute for “the one.” But she wasn’t my mate—she’d never be able to fill that void, and she saw it even before I did.
And that meant I was going to be single during the worst time of the year to be single.
I’d have women breaking down my door to be with me when they heard the news, sure, but that was the last thing I wanted.
But then again, one of them could end up being my true mate and I just haven’t met her yet.
That was just wishful thinking, though. Life wasn’t a fucking fairytale. I knew it wouldn’t be anywhere near that easy to find my mate.
Some people never found them…
I threw my pillow across the room in frustration. I was missing my other half, and I wouldn’t ever be satisfied again until I’d found her.
Once you’d realized that your heart, mind, body, and soul were all on the same page, and that they only wanted one thing, you were kind of fucked.
I’d never be able to go on another date again without thinking, “You’re not her.”
Whoever she is…
I forced myself to sit up and dragged my still-drunk ass out of bed. It wasn’t going to do me any good wallowing in self-pity.
I desperately needed to get my mind off this mythical woman who was already ruining my life before I’d even met her.
Maybe I’d lift some weights, or go for a run, or just drown myself in more whiskey.
But none of that would help me get what I wanted; it would only serve as a temporary distraction.
I’d buried my desire for a mate down so deep that now that it was coming to the surface, I couldn’t deal.
What I really needed was advice. I’d normally go to my brother for this sort of thing. But since Aaron’s passing, I was starkly on my own navigating love and mates.
Unfortunately, the smartest, most put-together person in my life also just happened to be my ex-girlfriend, as of last night.
My pride felt especially hard to swallow, but I shoved it down anyway.
This won’t be awkward at all…
I knocked gently on Jocelyn’s office door. It was only a floor below mine in the Pack House, so we were bound to run into each other sooner than later.
Jocelyn’s voice called out from the other side. “Come in!”
I entered the room and closed the door behind me. Jocelyn’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Don’t worry, I’m not Hazed,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.
“No, but you are hungover,” Jocelyn replied, stifling a laugh. “I can smell you from here.”
I walked over to her desk and sat in the chair across from her. “You don’t think you had anything to do with that?”
She gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry I ended things so…abruptly. But we both know that breaking up is for the best.”
I reluctantly nodded. “I guess, but that leaves me without a partner for the season. People are going to talk.”
“People will always talk,” Jocelyn countered.
“Yeah, but what about when it’s my council talking? It makes me look weak if I don’t mark anyone.”
“If it helps, we can keep the breakup to ourselves for a while,” Jocelyn said. “I know you have an image to uphold as the Alpha.”
“What image?” I scoffed. “You mean the man who’s been Alpha for eight years and is still unmated? Not exactly picture-perfect, is it?”
“It’s better than lying to yourself about what you want,” Jocelyn replied.
Fuck, she really is always right.
“But the truth is scary as hell, Jocelyn,” I said. “What if I never find my mate?”
Jocelyn reached across the table and grabbed my hand, flipping it over, palm up.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Reading your energy,” she said. “Now be quiet so I can focus.”
“Okay, what does my future hold?” I said, rolling my eyes a bit.
“I’m a Healer, not a witch,” she replied snappily. “But…”
“But what?” My stomach was instantly in knots.
Jocelyn traced two braided lines near the top of my palm with her finger.
“This is your mate line,” she said. “See how these two lines weave in and out of each other? That’s a really good sign. It means your mate is out there somewhere. Destiny isn’t as far off as you might think.”
My heart actually swelled with hope for a moment. “What else does it say?”
Apparently, I was a believer now.
Jocelyn grimaced as she inspected my palm closer.
“Do you see all these tiny lines coming out of your mate line? The ones that kind of look like barbed wire? That means your journey with your mate is going to be a complicated one.”
Great, exactly what I fucking need.
But at least she’s out there.
“Are you sure you’re really a doctor?” I teased, giving Jocelyn a skeptical look.
“Healer,” she shot back. “But if you’re not careful, I’ll take you out. I’m tougher than I look.”
We both laughed, and it felt good to act like things were normal between us.
“Trust me, I know how tough you are,” I said. “You put up with my bullshit all the time.”
Jocelyn pulled her hand away and gave me a small smile. There was something final in that smile, an end to our past but not to our friendship.
“So, are we good?” I asked.
“Of course, we are,” she said without hesitation. “Things might be a little awkward for a while, but we’ll manage. And we’ll always be good.”
“Thank God because if I didn’t have you, I wouldn’t know north from south,” I said. “You’ve been my guide all this time.”
“I just wish I could guide you to your mate,” Jocelyn said, sighing. “I know what you’re going through. Sometimes it feels like we’ll never find each other.”
We shared a moment of silence, longing for those missing mates in our lives. The people who would finally make us whole.
Jocelyn broke the silence by opening her bottom desk drawer and pulling out two crystal glasses, followed by a bottle of bourbon.
“Doctor, I’m shocked,” I said, giving her a smirk. “I’d never have guessed you have a secret booze stash in your office.”
“For the last time, it’s Healer,” she said, exasperated. “And I only bring this out for special occasions.”
She poured us each two fingers of the amber liquid, and we clinked our glasses together, looking into each other’s eyes.
“To finding your mate,” Jocelyn said.
“And yours,” I said in return.
If my mate was out there, I was going to find her. No matter how long it took.
I wanted her so fucking bad it hurt. I wanted her with every fiber of my being.
I looked at the barbed lines of my palm again as I set my glass down. The lines Jocelyn had said would create…complications.
I’m finally ready for you.
I just hope you’re ready for me too.
EPISODE: 3: Lost and Found
^ONE YEAR LATER^
Here we were again, another Haze season just on the horizon.
I sat in my office, trying to focus on work, but all I could do was think about how alone I was going to be.
A year ago, I’d felt the Haze coming on like a hurricane, ready to sweep up everyone in its path without mercy, but this year…
I don’t feel anything at all.
Nothing building in the pit of my stomach except dread.
My mind was as still and quiet as a mouse; the beast inside me was slumbering.
The urge to fuck like an animal was now just a distant memory.
I hadn’t taken a woman to bed in nearly a year, all because I knew it would never satisfy me.
No one could…no one except my mate.
But I still hadn’t found her, and I was beginning to think I never would.
Her absence in my life created an emptiness that I couldn’t fill, so why even try? It was pointless.
My sudden celibacy hadn’t gone unnoticed by my council either. I’d heard the idle chatter, the salacious gossip.
But I didn’t give a fuck about any of that. I wouldn’t put another woman through what I put Jocelyn through just to maintain my image.
I was an alpha, so I should’ve been acting like an alpha, right?
In truth, I wasn’t even sure I knew what it meant to be an alpha anymore.
I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a framed photo that I’d placed facedown. I flipped it over and ran my hands across the dusty surface.
My brother Aaron’s eyes stared back at me. They were just like mine, hazel with a hint of gold.
His stern expression and imposing stature demanded respect. He was confidence personified.
Aaron should’ve been the Alpha. He would’ve been the best, even better than our grandfather. He’d found the perfect balance with his wolf, to the point that they were one and the same, body and soul.
He was a natural-born leader, knew how to take care of people, how to say the right thing, how to solve any problem.
I was the reckless hothead with a penchant for terrible judgment. I wasn’t anyone’s pick for becoming the Alpha.
Yet when he’d turned eighteen and didn’t feel the call to be Alpha, I knew the responsibility would be mine. And when it was my sixteenth birthday, I was proven right.
It was my scent that changed, carrying the promise of an alpha, not Aaron’s.
It was my dominance that seemed to expand overnight. It was me, the boy who was a walking disaster waiting to happen, who felt the call, and not Aaron.
“Why the hell did you leave me to do this alone?” I said, my words coming out in a rasp. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Aaron wasn’t the only person who’d left me alone. My parents had fucked off to who knew where not long after his death, traveling the world to get away from the pain.
It had broken them, and they couldn’t deal with it. So they didn’t.
I heard from them every now and then, or they popped up unexpectedly, but they were never actually there for me.
I was pretty sure they still thought I was dating Jocelyn. And I wasn’t looking forward to trying to explain that situation to them.
I jolted as someone started rapping on my door.
“Aiden, are you decent?” Josh shouted. “Got any girls in there?”
I growled under my breath. I wasn’t in the mood for this.
“Hold on,” I shouted back.
I put the photo of Aaron back facedown in the desk drawer where it wouldn’t haunt me…or remind me how much I missed him.
“I’m coming in,” Josh said, barging through the door. He looked disappointed as he surveyed my empty office.
“What do you want, Josh?”
“Oh, I thought you might be…” Josh made a circle with his hand and thrust his finger in and out of it.
“Why would you think that?” I asked, annoyed.
“Because the Haze is starting soon. Don’t you feel it?”
“Oh, yeah, for sure,” I lied.
Josh gave me a concerned look. “You’d better not be thinking of spending another Haze single, dude. I can’t take the brooding.”
“It’s not your place to worry about it,” I said, gritting my teeth.
“Uh, as your Beta, it kind of is,” he replied. “I’ve tried to set you up with so many girls, and you’ve turned them all down. What’s going on with you?”
“Just drop it, Josh,” I growled. “Remember that you’re speaking to your Alpha.”
Josh sighed. “I know, Alpha, but you’re also my best friend, and I’m worried about you.”
I couldn’t blame him for worrying. His intentions were good, no matter how misguided.
“I’m just stressed,” I said. “You know how hectic the Haze season gets.”
“Why don’t you come out to brunch with me and Jocelyn today,” Josh said, grinning. “She has some pretty gorgeous model friends, and you are single as fuck.”
I tensed up at the mention of Jocelyn. Particularly her name on Josh’s lips.
Josh and Jocelyn had started dating a few months ago, and I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
I wanted them both to be happy, of course, but I couldn’t pretend it didn’t bruise my pride a bit. The Alpha’s ex dating his Beta—that was just bad optics all around.
“So, are you coming?” Josh prodded.
“I’ll join you next time,” I said, forcing a smile. “But you guys go ahead and enjoy yourselves. You can charge it to my tab.”
Josh looked disappointed but nodded anyway. “Sure, man. Next time. Just don’t stay cooped up in here all day. It’s the weekend.”
He left, shutting the door behind him. Maybe he was right, I should get out, stretch my legs, clear my head.
Somewhere calming, maybe the river. I could let all these thoughts of Aaron, and of my mate, just wash away.
“Oh my God, it’s Aiden Norwood!”
“Wait, THE Aiden Norwood?”
“Alpha, can I get a selfie?”
Now I remembered why I’d avoided interacting with people the past year. As I walked along the riverbank, a group of girls followed me, screeching and squealing like vultures.
That was the term that Josh and I had coined for the women who were obsessed with the idea of being mated to the Alpha. Stalking my every move on social media, trying to sell fake stories to the tabloids.
I just ignored them these days, but unfortunately, ignoring them didn’t make them go away.
“Alpha, I want to have your babies!”
God, the Haze is making them extra horny. I need to get the fuck out of here.
I looked around, trying to form an exit strategy, when I noticed a girl sitting by the river, a sketchbook in her lap.
Her scent wafted across the lazy river and found its way into my nostrils. Something about it was intoxicating. Instantly calming yet exciting at the same time. What was it? Vanilla and rose?
I couldn’t quite place it; I needed to get closer.
Her head was down, lost in her drawing, and the sunlight reflected off her bright-red hair. It created a striking visual against the pale-green riverbank.
This young artist probably had no idea that she looked like a work of art herself.
And she also had no idea that the Alpha was approaching. I stopped a few feet away from her and looked down at the sketch.
She was drawing me. I stared, mesmerized, at the sketch. It was so intricate, yet so simple; the lines were precise, the stubble on my face tastefully done, the crooked slope of my nose just right…
“Not bad,” I said, unable to contain my admiration. “But the eyes could use a little work.”
She looked up, startled by my presence, and our gazes met. Her bright-blue eyes washed over me like a tidal wave.
My entire body locked up, shackled like a prisoner to those bewitching eyes. Her fiery red hair became a sunrise in my mind, blotting out the dark night that had pervaded it just moments ago.
I reveled in every curve of her body, every freckle on her nose, the natural blush of her cheeks, her pillowy lips.
I was in absolute awe of her; nobody could be this breathtakingly beautiful.
For a fleeting moment, I felt completely whole.
And then she looked away, shrinking under the intensity of my stare.
My wolf awoke suddenly and howled inside me, returning after a year-long slumber.
And with him, my Haze returned as well.
I felt an overwhelming carnal desire for this woman, stronger than anything I’d ever felt. I wanted to take her right there, claim her, mark her as mine.
You’re real and more perfect than I could have ever imagined.
I’d finally found her, the one I’d been longing for, my other half—my mate.
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