Lycan Alpha Claim (#1): (BBW Shifter Romance) (Brief-Bites Novelette) Read Online Free PDF

problem.
    And I don't think I can help him with
that.
    I smile politely. The effort feels like a
Ronald McDonald mask. “You're right of course.”
    Placate.
    His grin escalates to condescending.
    “ However, after our interlude
last night at the gym, I thought I was quite clear that my interest
in you doesn't extend beyond friendship.”
    Distance .
    He nods as though thinking it
over. I'm pretty sure he's not. “Oh you were , there's no doubt.”
    I rise to physically cue the conclusion of
the impromptu meeting.
    Patty takes that as a hint, and with her
wide eyes bulging out of her face, she rounds the corner of her
desk a few paces away.
    She'll be pulsing the police about
now .
    I form puzzlement on my features as I turn
to face him.
    Jamie stands, uncomfortably close to me. I
fight not to back away.
    No negotiation.
    “ Don't look confused, doctor .”
    My palms dampen.
    Inform .
    “ I'm just uncertain as to why
you've come here.”
    His hand locks around my wrist like a
snakebite.
    My pulse obligingly pushes against his
fingers as they tighten around the small bones. Fear grips me and I
instantly bury it in a deep grave.
    I inhale slowly and let it out, making no
move to fight his grip.
    Diffuse. I open my
mouth and he interrupts, his eyes flicking to my parted
lips.
    Adrenaline expands like an air bubble in a
vast ocean.
    “ Now let me be clear. I want to be seen —in a professional capacity, Doctor
Phisher.”
    Terror smothers me. My lips part in
readiness for a scream, and my expression of neutrality slips.
    His grip imperceptibly tightens.
    I can't help the whimper of pain when my
already tender joints suffer from his hold.
    “ Patty,” I murmur quietly,
desperately hoping she's followed protocol. No one who enters from
the back is considered friendly admittance.
    She doesn't reply and I say the thing that I
haven't been trained for. I say the human thing, “Please, don't
hurt me.” My voice is low and calm. My heart pounds. I jerk my
wrist and he clamps down.
    I moan at the pressure, sweat popping out on
my forehead, upper lip, my palms are slick with it. I look at my
hand. It's mottled from his vice-like grip.
    A cruel smile fills his face like water
pouring into a cup.
    Suddenly the door he came through slams
open, and the stranger walks through as the knob buries itself in
the wall.
    I look at him, startled, and immediately
drown in the sea of his eyes. They're more blue than a summer
sky.
    That gaze travels to where Jamie's hand
latches my wrist. The edges of those azure eyes tighten like a
wrench. “I've lost my way,” he says.
    I blink stupidly. His voice captures me,
soothing the frayed edges of my nerves.
    How did I know if he spoke it would be a
melody only I could hear?
    Jamie jerks me closer and a small pain sound
escapes before I can stop it.
    I don't catch what happens next, it's too
fast. He's soundless—the stranger's attack.
    Patty screams.
    It's the blood , I think
numbly.
    I'm covered in it. It smells like metallic
rain and I stumble back, the soreness of my wrist lost to what's in
front of me.
    Jamie's nose is broken—not a little.
Shattered like a crimson pancake in the middle of his face.
    He howls and releases me.
    I sit down hard on my ass, giving a sob-like
laugh that all those squats must be working because there's no butt
bone to jab me as I fall.
    I look up and the stranger raises his fist
to strike a bloodied Jamie again.
    “ Don't,” I call out softly, my
injured arm rising.
    His intense gaze looks at my bruised wrist.
Then he captures my eyes. My core clenches with a responsive clench
and I involuntarily moan.
    Not in pain.
    His eyes slim on me as though he knows my
body's reaction to him. “Why?” he grits. His gaze pierces me.
    I wet my lips and he tracks the movement.
“Because violence won't solve anything,” I manage.
    He hesitates, his balled fist is as big as a
dinner plate, his bicep is almost the size of my waist.
    Instead he grabs Jamie's shirt and