Reunion with Her Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

it wasn’t a dream but the weird harsh reality that she didn’t know what to do with. Marty was a fucking werewolf. What the fuck was that about? That was something out of a damn movie, yet he had showed her that is was as real as she was.
     
    In the days since she had found out, she withdrew. Not knowing what to say to anyone. Both Charles and Carly kept trying to get Mila out to talk to her, but what the hell was she supposed to say. The man that I’ve known since I was in diapers is a werewolf, and he’s not the only one. There are lots of them. Yeah right. People would think she was crazy.
     
    Mila, however, did feel bad about how she had treated Charles. He just asked her to marry him, and she was acting like he was just another guy. That stopped tonight.
     
    Turning off all the lights, she grabbed her keys and headed out the door. She was going to make a quick stop at Carly’s and apologize to her for the way she was acting. It wasn’t their fault Mila’s world had been rocked on its axis.
     
    Pulling into Carly’s apartment complex, she got out and walked up the stairs to the apartment. Mila was carrying a box of chocolates that she knew Carly loved and wanted to surprise her. Luckily, Carly had given her a key to her place a month before. Mila quietly inserted the key and turned the knob slowly as not to ruin the surprise.
     
    ***
     
    “Yes baby. Oh yes. Right there.” Carly’s head turned from side to side on the floor in front of her couch. Charles had his face buried between her legs. As Carly cried out again in pleasure, he licked his way up and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips.
     
    His cock slid in, wet and smooth, and set a pace that was fast and hard.
     
    “You like that baby?” He grunted with every thrust.
     
    Her only answer was a moan as she grabbed his ass and pushed him deeper. Her legs coiled around his back and her hips met him stroke for stroke.
     
    “Ooh baby, you feel so good. Don’t stop.”
     
    Charles pumped faster until he felt the familiar tingle at the tip of his cock. They had been at it for a couple of hours and he was ready for more. He was numb to everything but the feeling of wetness sliding on and off his manhood.
     
    And then he heard a voice, a voice that he hadn't heard in days.
     
    “Car-” Mila’s voice stopped. Charles stopped all movement. “Shit!”
     
    Carly tapped his shoulders, trying to get him up but he didn’t want to move. He didn't want to see her face, didn't want to see the hurt there.
     
    “Get the fuck up Charles. Damn it!” Carly screeched. There was nothing else for him to do.
     
    “What in the fuck. Really Charles? You bastard!” Mila’s voice got higher and higher until she was screaming. “You sick cheating bastard!”
     
    “Mila. Wait!” Carly was pulling on her pants and running to the door as Mila turned and left. “Mila! Please, let me explain.”
     
    “Explain what? You were fucking my fiancé, what is there to explain?”
     
    “Mila, I didn’t mean it. It just sort of happened. I’m sorry.”
     
    “It just sort of happened?” Mila was in hysterics. Her heels stamped and clicked on the vinyl floor with every word. “Just sort of happened? I hope you enjoyed him! Keep fucking him for all I care. I’m done. With both of you.”
     
    “Mila, please.”
     
    “Go to hell!”
     
    Charles looked on sheepishly as the sound of Mila's clicking heels faded.
     
    ***
     
    When her car door slammed shut, Mila was so mad she couldn’t cry. She felt like a fool. And to think she was coming to apologize. She knew she didn’t deserve that. And if the bastard can cheat this quickly after he proposed, she wouldn’t wait around for it to happen again.
     
    Driving down the street, she didn’t even realize she drove to Marty’s hotel until she was parked in front of it. She didn’t know exactly what she was doing here, but she needed someone to talk to and since her “best friend” was fucking