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Werewolf romance smash-hit, The Millennium Wolves spans over 7 books and has been read over 125 million times on the Galatea app. The app has received recognition from BBC, Forbes and The Guardian as many begin to notice that The Millennium Wolves is selling faster than Fifty Shades.


The novel has been driving women crazy since it’s release and is set to be the story on everybody’s lips this year. Not only is the novel itself proving wildly popular, but it’s only available on Galatea.

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Follow Sienna as a nineteen year-old werewolf with a secret: she’s the only vxxgin in the pack. She’s dead set on making it through this year’s Haze without giving into her primal uxges—but when she meets Aiden, the alpha, she forgets all about her sxlf-cxxtrol. She won’t give in without a fight – even if her bxdy is begging her to.

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Chapter 6 – The Mark

He scented me in the ballroom. He scented my Haze and followed me here.

But could Aiden Norwood scent that, right now, three feet away, only separated by a flimsy metal door, I was sitting with my pxnties around my ankles, my fingers ixxide me, this close to oxxxsming?

“The Haze can hit you in the most unpredictable of places,” he growled. But there was a casual amusement in his tone that infuriated me.

Before I could stop myself, I snapped at him. “Your point?”

Oh boy, no one talked to the Alpha that way. What did I have, a death wish?

I slowly pulled my fxngers oxt. My body moaned in frustration, but my mind—thank God it still worked—was taking over.

As I bent over to pull up my pxnties, Aiden whispered, and it was as if there were no door between us, “Well, woman? Why aren’t you taking care of it?”

But he wasn’t asking. He was commanding.

A pure Alpha male in his prime, ordering one of his lower-ranked members to get in line. Calling me “woman” like I had no name. Condescending. Judging.

I shot up straight, readjusting my dress, unable to control my temper.

“What gives you the right to talk to me that way?” I seethed. “To come into a women’s bathroom, telling me how I should compose myself? Who the hell do you think you are?!”

I didn’t have a chance to second-guess myself, to regret my words, or to beg forgiveness because, next thing I knew, the door burst open.

And there he stood.

Aiden Norwood, in all of his glory, both terrifying and beautiful. He stared, golden-green eyes blazing, his entire demeanor reeking of aggression.

Thank God I’d pulled my pxnties up in time, or who knows what would have happened.

“Who do I think I am?” he asked. “Do you need reminding?”

Now, as I scented him, I realized the Alpha wasn’t just provoked to anger. He was Hazed.

The questions rattled through my brain, but there was no time to answer them. Because his Haze made mine reemerge with sudden unbearable, pulsing intensity.

Soon my anger was melting away from the sheer heat of it.

Overcome. Wanting, begging, needing him to come closer.

As if he could read my Hazed mind, he did so, stepping into the stall.

My heart threatened to split my chest open, and my legs turned wobbly.

“W-w-what are you doing?” I spluttered.

“You know who I am,” he said, taking another step. “Say it.”

“You’re the…the Alpha.”

“My name.”

Did I dare? No one was supposed to utter that name other than his closest advisors and sxxual partners.

No. I shook my head, refusing to give in. Forcing my Haze to resist. No.

I tried to sidestep him out of the stall, and he put up a hand, blocking me.

“What are you afraid of?” he asked.

I tried to push his hand away, and he grabbed my wrist.

I should’ve been afraid. I should’ve been terrified, being cornered by a werewolf—by the Alpha, no less—in a bathroom stall.

But, in truth, I didn’t think Aiden Norwood intended to force me to do anything against my will. I think he could sense my Haze’s absolute need for him.

He wanted to know why I was resisting when no girl had ever resisted him before.

“Please…let me go,” I said, voice trembling.

“You dare give your Alpha orders?”

“I said please, didn’t I?”

I couldn’t believe my own audacity.

For the first time, I could see his face up close. Torment swam within those golden-green eyes. It seemed he was really considering my request. But that was when his nostrils pricked.

He brought my fingers—the same fxngers that had just been ixxide me—up to his nose.

As he took in their scent, I felt his Haze txxob within him.

“You were…” he began.

“Trying to txke care of it. Like you said.”

“Why, when a man can do so much more?” he said in a husky whisper. The implication alone made my eyes roll back. I couldn’t help myself.

I moaned.

That was all it took.

One second later, the Alpha had me pinned against the wall of the bathroom stall. My legs left the floor and wrapped around his torso.

He pressed me closer, and I felt the sxxll of his bxxge.

A hot wave of brutal axxusal washed over me. This was the first time a man had touched me this way. I felt dizzy and insane and not myself.

Then he pressed his lxps to my nxck, and instead of kissing me, he lxcked. Every gxxtening drop of pxxspiration he devoured.

It was too much to take.


But I was powerless to resist the Haze that had entrapped both of us.

I felt his bxxge press against my dxmp uxxerwear, and I gxxaned in pxxasure, in pxin, in everything in between, my mind blurry with nothing but sxx.

His hands. God, his hands. They left my wrists, sxxked under my dxess, and grabbed my bxre xss.

Every inch of his big, warm, calloused hands felt like they belonged there.

Before I knew what I was doing, my lower body started txxusting against his, making him growl.

My arms wrapped around his neck. I needed to touch him, to hold him, to pyess every pxrt of mxself against him.

I wanted him like I’ve never wanted anything in the world before.

And then I saw it on his lips: a smirk. A knowing glance that seemed to say, I knew I could get you. The self-satisfaction, the smugness… it broke the spell, all right.

Blinded with anger and disgust, I snarled and squirmed out of his arms. The Haze was still on, but my mind had finally cleared. I could think again.

“What’s the matter, woman?” he growled, amused.

Woman. Again, making me just another nobody he could fxck and dispose of.

“Let go,” I said between clenched teeth. “I mean it this time.”

You sure about that?

Again, he txxust his txxobbing mxmber beneath me. I had to resist the urge to gasp.

Aiden Norwood, the Alpha of East Coast Pack, was having a hxt dxy-hxmp with me, Sienna Mercer, here in a Pack House bathroom stall.

How could I have lost myself like this? For three years of Hazes, I’d been able to control myself. To hold my own and refuse every temptation. Until now.

How could I have lapsed, and with the Alpha of all people?

Part of me wondered why I couldn’t just enjoy it. But another part, a smarter part, knew the reason. This man was not my mate.

Of that, I was certain.

“I know you’re the Alpha,” I snarled. “I know I am supposed to submit. But—”

“You won’t.” He smiled. “I know. That’s what I like.”

I frowned. This was a surprise. Even more surprising was that, a moment later, he actually complied.

He let me down and swung open the door, gesturing as if to say, off you go.

But his eyes said something entirely different. They seemed to say, this is just beginning.

I didn’t hesitate to interpret the meaning. I had been granted an escape and intended to take it.

Lowering my eyes, and assuming a submissive posture, to show my respect for his willingness to cooperate, I straightened my dress and hurried out of the bathroom.

As the door swung shut, I could still feel Aiden Norwood’s golden-green eyes boring into my back. What the hell had just happened?

When I returned to my seat, I noticed some eyes following me with muted suspicion.

The fact that I had fled the dining hall and the Alpha had followed a few minutes later clearly hadn’t gone unnoticed.

My mom was the first to eye me up and down.

“Did something just…honey, your hair—”

Shit! With my eyes to the ground, I hadn’t had a chance to consider my reflection and make sure I looked…I don’t know. Composed? Not like I’d just been dxy-hxxping the Alpha?

Self-consciously tucking strands of hair behind my ears and staring down at my plate, I tried to force my mother to move on.

But I knew that if I could still scent the Alpha on me, my mother probably could too.

“Can we please just eat in silence?”

After a second, thankfully, Mom did so, leaving me alone.

And soon the room was back to a boisterous ambience, where I could fade into the background and pretend like nothing had just happened.

When Aiden returned to the room, nobody paid me any notice.

Maybe, I thought, I would get away from this Pack House with both my reputation and body unscathed.


When the dinner was done and we had concluded with some of the formalities, including the one where families meet the Alpha and his Beta individually, which I avoided at all costs, our family made its way to the exit.

I was almost out of there scot-free.

Which is when I realized I’d left my shawl in the dining hall. Dxxnit!

“Guys, I forgot something. I’ll be right back,” I said to them. “Go ahead and start the car.”

“Sure thing, sweetie,” my dad said.

He, my mom, Selene, and Jeremy stepped outside as I ran back to grab my shawl.

I was scared out of my mind that Aiden Norwood would still be in the hall, that I would have to meet him one-on-one again.

But to my surprise, the room was deserted.

I grabbed my shawl and made my way back to the front doors of the Pack House.

The hallway leading outside was empty now. I could hear some of the families, on the other side of the door, chatting amongst themselves, about to head home.

My fingers had touched the handle of the door when I felt it. A looming presence directly behind me. A scent I recognized.

No, no, no…

“Before you go,” Aiden Norwood whispered into my ear, “I have something for you.”

Feeling his hot breath on my neck made me shiver with both delight and disgust.

“I told you,” I said, about to turn, “I’m not—”

But before I could say another word, the Alpha brought his mouth to the crook of my neck and shoulder. And, before I could stop him, he did it.

He bit me.

The kind of bite that would take months to fade.

The kind of bite that made it obvious to every werewolf in the world exactly who it was I belonged to. The kind of bite that said I was his.

Aiden Norwood had just marked me.

“You’re mine for the Season,” he whispered. “Another man touches you and I’ll kill him.”

Then he turned and left me there at the entrance to the Pack House.

I didn’t know if I wanted to make lxve tx him or kill him.

One of those was going to happen, that was for sure.

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