Enslaved by the Alpha: Part One (Shifters of Nunavut Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a stranger. A stranger that just killed my friends.”
    “Those men were not your friends,” he said. She thought that he’d seen through her bluff, but his next words made her blood run cold. “They were planning on murdering you. Perhaps raping you as well. There seemed to be some indecision on that part, though I am not sure why. If they were already going to kill you—”
    Astrid tried to sit up, but Erik’s hand remained firm. “Did you hear them say that? Is that why you killed them? To protect me?”
    Now, it was Erik’s turn to snort. “I killed them because they brought guns into my territory.”
    “Oh…” she said, her face heating. “So, why didn’t you kill me then? Because I’m a woman?”
    “You think I was being chivalrous?”
    It surprised her that he even knew that word. “I was thinking more for, um, sexual purposes. I know that chivalry is a foreign concept to werewolves. Your females are usually larger than your males. Also more prone to aggression. I guess, what I mean to say, is that they’re no damsels in distress.”
    Curiosity glimmered in his gaze. “And how is it that you know so much about my kind?”
    As he spoke, Erik extracted a thick curl from her frizzy mane. He twisted it around his finger, gave it a gentle tug, and then released it and returned for another lock.
    “My sister Ginnifer, she did a documentary on wolves.”
    He gave another one of her curls the same treatment. “Documentary?”
    “It’s an informational movie.”
    “Movie?”
    Astrid bit her lip, eyes fluttering upward in thought. She remembered that most shifters had only limited exposure to humanity. Erik had probably spent his entire life in the wilderness, cut off from most of human culture. Beneath his smooth accent and alluring flesh, he was truly a wolf.
    “Basically, Ginnifer studied werewolves, then brought the knowledge back to her people. Earlier this year, she lived with the Siluit pack for a few months.”
    He arched a brow. “And they let her leave?”
    “They did, but she went back to them. This time, they didn’t let her go.”
    He was still toying with her curls. “Why did she go back?”
    “Why are you evading my question? I asked why you decided to spare—”
    Her words died in her throat as Erik took a fistful of her hair, his grip tight enough to make her cringe. “I am not evading the question. I am… making conversation . This should please you. Unless you’d rather be fucking.”
    The word jarred her, and Astrid could only gape up at him.
    He released her hair and then began to stroke it, his gaze distant. “You did not have a gun.”
    “Huh?” she asked, baffled by the non sequitur.
    Slowly, as though speaking to a child, he said, “That is why the men died and you did not.”
    “They just brought guns to protect themselves,” she said. Only after the words were spoken did it occur to her that she was defending her would-be rapists and murderers. That was, if Erik could be believed.
    The alpha smirked at that. “This logic did not seem to work in their favor.”
    Erik dipped his head down. Astrid thought he might be about to kiss her, but instead he all but buried his face in her hair. She heard him take a long drag of her scent, before proceeding to nuzzle her neck. Her body tightened with incredulity.
    “Your kind is inherently greedy,” he muttered, and she could feel his hot breath against her skin. “If they did not try to kill my wolves tonight, they would have come back to try to kill us later.” He ran his tongue across the juncture where her neck met her shoulder. “Can you honestly tell me that your friends weren’t planning on killing us?”
    “They weren’t,” she said, on reflex. She cared less about the reputation of the dead men, and more about her own standing, as she’d been part of their group.
    She felt his lips curve against her flesh. In a velvety voice, he said, “You lie with such