Craving the Alpha: Part Five: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers Book 5) Read Online Free PDF Page A

want Kincaid to see me as weak.
“Leave me alone Kincaid!”
    “You are a stupid woman,” Kincaid spat out as he started to leave. “I will leave it to the others to decide what to do with you.”
    “Please, Kincaid. Please tell me if Markus is alive!” I hated to beg, but I had to know.
    Kincaid’s eyes narrowed coldly. “Dorian said he was alive when he left him in the woods, but he has probably been eaten by vultures by now. Even if he is still alive, he has to know you are nothing but trouble. And besides, after the men here have their way with you, he won’t want you anyway!”
    I didn’t even want to think about the implications of what he was saying might happen to me. All I could think about was the man I loved. My precious Markus had not been killed when they dropped him off in the woods. In my heart, I just knew Markus was still alive.
    Kincaid gave me a disgusted look. “Bah, you are really not my type anyway—too mouthy for my liking. I like my werechicks to know who’s boss.” Just to make sure I got the point, he jerked a finger towards his chest. “Me,” he stated. Then, he abruptly turned and strode out of the cell.
    I was trembling as Kincaid left. It was crazy to think that at first I thought he might be decent … he was just as bad as his father and brothers! I had to wonder what his sister was like.
    I barely had time to collect my thoughts before a Vlodik man came down the steps and practically yanked me out of the cell. I grabbed my duffel as he shoved me along.
    “Wha … what are you doing?”
    “We’re moving,” he grunted.
    I could only guess that the main reason for the move was Lisa’s escape. With her keen wolf sense of smell and tracking, if she had made it to the Lycans after escaping she could probably lead them back to the Vlodik camp. And I had to hope and believe she made it.
    “Where are we going?” I asked the gruff Vlodik.
    He didn’t answer, but instead pulled me outside and towards a crowd of people. A man was in the middle of the throng shouting orders. “We will be leaving in twenty minutes everyone, so get your things.” He gazed over at the Vlodik who was pulling me along. “Don’t damage her,” he said.
    “Right, Master Quinn,” the Vlodik grunted.
    So this was Quinn, the alpha of the Vlodiks and Dorian’s stepfather. Surprisingly he was not a big man, but was more wiry and gaunt. Even so, his very presence commanded attention as the Vlodiks rushed to do his bidding.
    The Vlodiks collected their belongings, but by the calm look on their faces I gathered they had done this many times before. The crowd was pretty thick. I would have to guess there were about forty people; some in their human form, and others in their wolf. I tried to take count, but a honking vehicle jarred my concentration. I looked over to see a truck with a long truck bed. The back was open and several weremen were loading a stretcher on it. Craning my neck, I could just make out an older woman with snowy white hair laid out on the stretcher.
    “Be careful with Dalia,” Quinn yelled at the men. “Talika, what did I tell you. She is no longer contagious, but to be safe you should wear a mask around her.”
    A beautiful young woman stepped out from behind the truck. She had soft, creamy pale skin with full breasts and hips, but it was her hair that caught my attention. She had thick, white hair, only tamed by the braid she wore it in. Quinn gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. “I cannot have my beloved Talika get sick.”
    From what Dorian had told me, Quinn had little respect for women, but it was obvious he made an exception for his own daughter.
    “I will be careful with mama of course,” she said. Out of her pocket she pulled a gauze mask. She positioned it over her face and climbed into the truck bed, joining the elderly woman. She started gently stroking her face.
    Quinn started walking back to the other weremen and women. He pointed to the Vlodik who had yanked me out