Tags:
paranormal romance,
alpha hero,
Alpha,
shifter romance,
sheriff,
Forbidden Love,
werewolf romance,
witches and wizards,
bad boy alpha,
witches and spells,
love in the wrong places,
spell gone wrong,
breaking the rules,
werewolves and shifters,
BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance
legs slowly melted into two men that soon stood before them. Their gazes, lit with an odd combination of violet and golden fire that seemed to come from within, landed on her first then shifted to Caden.
She could see how women fell for their mesmerizing allure. Despite the menacing aura, they willed a force around them that demanded the attention of others.
Something that had no hold over Caden. “Get behind me.” Pulled from her rampant thoughts, she held out a palm to Caden to stop him, though his stony gaze was locked on their visitors. With a wide hand to her shoulder, he moved her to stand safely behind him.
Something clicked and had her pausing. Without a doubt the man that had claimed her heart from her first day back in Sweet Briar would do anything to see her safe. Did that mean he cared more for her than he let on? She didn’t dare hope... her heart willed it so anyway.
Men, shifters or otherwise, had a hard time listening. Mix in the power of the moon to mess with their ability to think clearly, she’d have an easier time getting a wall to see reason.
“We’ve come for what is ours, wolf. This has nothing to do with you. Step aside.”
Oh, why did they have to say that? Her head dropped and she buried a cringe behind the heels of her palms.
Her wolf shifter visibly bristled at the dragon shifter’s words. “If it involves the witch it has everything to do with me, so think again, lizard boy.”
Nice. That helped the situation.
She stepped around Caden, placed a hand on his chest, and nailed him with a look that said she wasn’t taking his alpha macho moves. To her left the dragons stood shoulder to shoulder to form a wall of muscled meat that the wolf to her right probably couldn’t wait to sink his fangs into and tear out a chunk.
“Last I checked one lone wolf and a witch didn’t make worthy opponents.”
Oh, they didn’t just call her magick insignificant.
She craned her head and threw them a sideways glance. Arrogant bastards.
The first of the dragons took a step forward.
She held the hand out that wasn’t currently securing her wolf in place and called on her inner bitch. Her body tightened and she let out a slow steady breath. Fire traveled along her arm into a flame that quickly kindled to life in her palm. Witch’s flame was the one thing that held dragons—and any other arrogant otherworldlies—in check when they thought they could throw their weight around.
Her lips titled up in challenge as both men recognized her intent. “One more step and we’ll put that to the test, boys.” It felt good to flex her powers.
Caden unfastened his harness and the weight of his gun thudded against the hardwood floor, which sounded like the proverbial shoe dropping in the silence that suddenly swept through the room. The second dragon dipped his head and let out a belly deep roar that damn near shattered her eardrums. In a blink, everything moved in a blur.
Caden fell to his knees, his clothing and shoes gone in a flash. Bones cracked and popped. Human morphed into beast, revealing a flawless white wolf growling down at her. She froze, completely mesmerized by his size and the glow of his fur in the swaths of moonlight hitting him from above. Mystical and powerful. At her five foot and some change, Caden in his full on fur mode stood at eye level.
A-MAZ-ING.
The future ‘forbidden’ for her to see , flashed before her eyes. Thank the goddesses she was on his side. Or was it that he was on hers? She bit the inside of her lip and tried to focus. Either way, the dragons had a worthy adversary. She flexed her fingers. Make that two.
Although there was nothing she could do to stop the shifters if they really wanted to have a go at it, she sure as Hades could stop them from trashing Enchanted Embers.
She pushed forward with both hands extended and ablaze with indigo flames. “Stoooooop.” The single syllable word rushed out, and she forced all her will into her magick. If they thought