Shifter’s Destiny (The Vukas Pack #1) Read Online Sassa Daniels

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Vukas Pack Series by Sassa Daniels

Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)

Looking for a princess, I find myself a queen.

Guided by an ancient prophecy, I’ve come to Ireland seeking an alliance with the Phelans. Taking pack princess Victoria as my mate would seal the deal, but something doesn’t feel right.
The moment I lay eyes on her younger sister, Erin, i know she’s the one fate has chosen for me. Now all I have to do is convince her.

Dragged home at the request of Croatan alpha, Christian Vukas, I’m not exactly thrilled by the prospect of meeting him. But, when i do, I feel something i never expected. Fate has bound us together, but that doesn’t mean I have to go along with it.
Please note, this romance is an extended version of Claiming HIs Mate, which was first published in the Alpha Shifters Furever anthology.




Swirling the dregs of the whisky around in my glass, I consider the words of the prophecy that foretells the future of my pack.

In the twenty-first century, when enemies close in around us, a great alpha will rise. Born under a full moon after the winter solstice, a boy with eyes as blue as the Adriatic, and hair dark as the raven’s wing, will lead the Vukas to glory.

Well, that’s the gist of it. Considering I’ve had the prophecy shoved down my throat since the day I was born, you’d think I would know it word for word, but I don’t. The elders have never come up with a single, definitive translation of the text, so I just go along with the general spirit of it.

The prophecy is written on an ancient scroll, discovered in my grandfather’s day. It was among the contents of a hidden vault at our family estate at Crveni Dvorac. The boy it refers to is widely believed to be me. Everything certainly points to it. My birthday is on December 23rd and my physical appearance is right. Until I was born, all the males of my bloodline have been blond. The part about our enemies fits as well. Potential danger lurks all around us. The Fargas upstarts in Hungary are constantly threatening trouble. Further east, Leonid Sobakhin has gained power beyond the borders of his vast Russian territory and is steadily encroaching on my business interests. Now that he’s allied through marriage to the long-established di Angelo pack in Italy, he’s grown even more influential. If I want to maintain and improve my position, I need to forge new relationships.

As head of the Vukas pack, I’m acutely aware the time has come for me to claim a mate and sire an heir. Not quite thirty, I’m not exactly old, but some pack members are becoming nervous about me remaining unattached. They need assurances about the future and since the last thing I want to deal with is a challenge for leadership, I’m doing what I can to allay their fears. That’s why I’m here in Ireland, looking to fulfil the destiny laid out for me centuries ago.

The scrolls indicate I’ll find my mate among the female descendants of a warrior queen from the Emerald Isle. The daughter of the alpha, she’ll be beautiful, brave, and will possess the wisdom to help me steer the Vukas to greatness. We’re already wealthy, but making the right match will allow me to create the most powerful wolf-shifter dynasty the world has ever seen.

Unfortunately, if pack princess Victoria Phelan is the woman the Fates have decreed I should take as my mate, I think I’m going to have to pass. Never in my life have I met such a vapid female. Too sure of her own beauty, she’s a spoiled brat, raised with the single goal of snaring an eligible mate. Her conversation revolves around two equally dull topics — the parties she’s attended and her ideas for decorating the home she imagines she’ll soon be sharing with me. When I speak, she just nods along with whatever I say, trying too hard to please me.

Talking to Victoria makes my head hurt. While nobody could ever accuse me of being a feminist, I still can’t believe in this day and age that a woman doesn’t want more out of life. She seems content with the idea of being a rich man’s trophy wife. The thing is, I don’t want an ornament to dangle off my arm. I don’t need a beautiful woman to enhance my virility. What I require is a partner to rule at my side, someone I can share the burden of navigating pack politics with. Victoria may belong to an old and noble bloodline, but she’s too self-absorbed to make a decent consort. Yet the prophecy was clear, and that’s what puzzles me. These ancient writings rarely get it so horribly wrong.

I knock back the last of the whisky and get up to refill my glass from the bottle sitting on the table between two enormous bay windows. The Phelans may be grappling with some serious financial problems, but they keep a decent liquor supply. I pour myself a generous measure and stare out over the manicured gardens, to the wild woodland encircling the property. With the April full moon just a few days away, I’ve been itching to let my inner wolf out. Perhaps, later tonight, I’ll sneak out for a run. If Victoria knows I’m planning to go, she’ll want to come with me. I can’t bear the thought of spending time alone with her. She’s unlikely to be any more appealing in wolf form than she is as a human.