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

easily
hauls him to his feet.
    I crab walk backwards.
    He scares me.
    I close my eyes as brilliant, raw shame has
its way with me.
    I want him.
    “ Don't touch her
again—ever.”
    My eyes snap open as he throws Jamie before
he can reply. Of course, he has to breathe through his mouth now so
maybe that's a little complicated.
    He slams into the wall. Drywall dust plumes
as his body slides down and the clear outline of his body is
embedded in the wall.
    I giggle, and vaguely recognize I'm in
shock.
    The stranger's eyes run over me from head to
toe, as though taking a damage assessment.
    He heaves a sigh of disgust, and strides out
the way he came in.
    Probably doesn't like what he
sees . I'm instantly ashamed. I want to lose
my old insecurities, not nurture them.
    In the middle of the chaos, I'm worried
about his opinion. A man I don't even know.
    Patty helps me get up as sirens fill the
distance.
    “ Thank you,” I tell her.
Thanking her for pulsing the police.
    Just then my first appointment, and a new
patient walks in—surveys the carnage, and walks right back out.
    He won't be back.
    I sink back down on the lobby couch and put
my head in my hands as police pour through the doors.
    My last thought before things
go to hell is: did he ever find his way?
    Because he sure as hell didn't seem lost to
me.

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    Merck
     
    Fuck me.
    And fuck me again.
    Talk about blowing it big time. Couldn't I
have just let the cops come and haul that dumb mundane thug away?
Why did I have to white knight the thing and run in there?
    Because I'm letting my emotions rule me like
a bitch. Yeah.
    I revealed myself to the change before her
time!
    I could kick my own ass.
    I pace back and forth inside my condo. If
there were carpet it'd be threadbare where I tread.
    I force myself to stop, leaning a forearm
against the window trim, trying to come down from my mistake.
    The wide and fast-flowing Big Sioux river
flows below. Water muddied from a late spring deluge runs alongside
a path I jog on. Close to where the former underground meetings
took place in Falls Park. Before Marc was eliminated. I miss the
prick. He made shit interesting.
    I give a savage kick to the wall, leaving a
hole where my foot just connected. A rage-filled exhale sounds like
a hoarse shout in my sparsely furnished condo.
    I like it that way.
    Just Me. By myself. Not a lot of shit to
take care of. No pets. No nothing.
    My emotions burn, lodging tightly inside my
chest.
    Her fear .
    I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my
nose.
    Talyn's fear forced me.
    I was right outside the Carpenter Hotel, per
usual. Watching the mundanes scurry around like ants going to and
from their various hills.
    I'm accustomed to her scent. She's a change.
I know it intimately.
    Then it morphed.
    I somehow missed numbnuts as he charged down
the back entrance to the old hotel and Talyn's office.
    My fault—that complacency.
    What had Charles been drilling into our
heads for centuries? Never let a change be unsupervised before
transition.
    They are at their most vulnerable.
    Then the scent of her fear swamps me. If I
can break this apart intellectually I'd realize I never had a
chance.
    I reacted as though we were mated.
    I've had plenty of changes get
into a tight spot, some sensitive human males can sometimes scent
something. They don't know what it is about the female that's so
enticing. But they do know they want to fuck them. Maybe they have
a trace of Lycan. I don't give a rat's
ass . Those mundane males who take leave of
their senses after a brief acquaintance with yours truly end up
canned.
    In the garbage.
    Rivers.
    Coffins.
    Yeah. Their disposal isn't a concern. It's
about the timing—executing them after they've been sniffing around
but the change isn't there.
    I've only had to exterminate one mundane in
fifty years in front of the change. I was disciplined. In
control.
    Not this time.
    I didn't give two shits and a fuck if the
world was sitting down watching with a bowl of popcorn in