Free Howling For Love (Rock Star Alpha, #1) by Jane Perky

Chapter One
    “S ounds like a wild crowd,” Korey Strong remarked, tuning his bass.
    The bass player of their rock group, Dominance, strummed his instrument, nodding at the deep sound it produced with approval. Korey was the rock of the group, the heart and voice of logic when their ship turned to dangerous waters.
    “Good. An amped-up audience is easy enough to please,” said their drummer, Josiah Kirsch.
    He was universally known as ‘Steel’ to the majority of their fans, which comprised of screaming beautiful women and pliant young men eager to please him. The countless men and women who fell right into Steel’s bed appropriately christened Josiah the name because none of them could walk straight the next morning. Not that anyone complained.
    God, Mick loved their job and wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world. When the news caught wind of three lone Alpha werewolves who wanted to form a rock band, they made bets when Dominance would flop. It never happened.
    The critics never accounted for their musical talent and sheer dumb luck. One hit song led to a hit album that turned platinum. From there, Dominance’s only natural course was to go forward and never look back. 
    “Smells like a fucking orgy out there. Fuck, I’m getting hard already,” remarked their appropriately-named Steel, who took a whiff.
    Steel didn’t need werewolf senses to make his point. Even Mick could smell the eager crowd from their room backstage. He could see them in his mind’s eye, the sweat-soaked and scantily-clad bodies, shouting out their name and the smell of their excitement.
    “Save it for the after party,” Korey reminded Steel.
    “No harm sifting through the masses and eyeing the best ones,” Steel said with a grin, shooting Mick a look.
    Steel had always been competitive, ever since they were kids but Mick wasn’t worried. Every member of Dominance picked from the cream of the crop, could have whoever and whatever they wanted. Yet, all that wealth and popularity didn’t quite soothe Mick’s soul or his temperamental beast. Like the others, Mick used music to take the brunt of the more intense emotions his wolf harbored.
    That was why most shifters joined a pack. A pack wasn’t just extended family that had a shifter’s back. They anchored them back to reality. Well, the three of them grew up together in a small backward shit town that didn’t accept the supernatural, so no support from them. Besides, a pack wouldn’t accept three wolves, three powerful Alphas, for fear of disrupting their power structure.
    It hadn’t been an easy journey for each of them.
    Once their family and friends found out they had been bitten by a rabid werewolf during summer break, everyone cut ties to all of them. Unlike the rest of the world that had long embraced the existence of the paranormal, they lived in constant terror.
    In their world, the weak perished and the strong moved on.  Fine with Mick.
    Mick was a firm believer that what couldn’t kill them made them stronger. He adapted, learned to control his beast with Korey and Steel, and to hunt safely. They learned to watch out for each other and fend for themselves.
    Fuck that town and the people who lived in it. He’d always known there was a bigger world out there, a world that would embrace them and their music. Steel had been the dreamer, Korey the doubter, but never for a second did Mick doubt they could carve a place for themselves in the world.
    The moment they all turned eighteen, Mick convinced the others to move away and never return from that miserable hell hole.
    Jesus. Why the hell was Mick thinking of the past now, of all times?
    As lead singer and guitarist, the pressure and spotlight was always on him. He needed to focus, make sure everyone had their game face on. The concert didn’t bother Mick as much as what would happen after. Performing felt like second nature to him, something as easy as trading his human form for his wolf.
    The high of their