Submission to the Wolf (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Alpha Male Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

back. I wanted it to be love. I wanted him to love me, and I wanted to love him.
     
    Maybe I was naïve. Maybe it was dumb. It was probably both of those things.
     
    But I believe, firmly, that love is never a bad choice. And if it’s dumb to choose love, than every other choice must be even dumber.
     
    I got home finally, an hour later than I was supposed to. I noticed the light on in our living room and I realized that my father was probably up waiting for me. He hates my being out late and he’ll stay up hours until I come home from a friend’s house or a late shift at the diner.
     
    As soon as I stepped into the house, I felt his eyes fall on my torn, filthy clothes.
     
    “Kelly!” he gasped. “What the hell happened to you?”
     
    He wasn’t even mad. His old, kind face had tried to be mad, I could tell, but instead, the sight of me just inspired pity. Yeah, I was fine with that right now.
     
    “I, uh, got into a fight with the deep fryer,” I said with a shrug. “And the deep fryer one.”
     
    “Damn it all to hell,” my father said, leaning back in his chair, rubbing his face with one hand under his reading glasses. He set down his copy of the New York Times, his favorite evening reading material, and sighed.
     
    “I’ve been telling Janice for years we’ve got to get that thing replaced.”
     
    “Well, it might still have a few more months in it… It’s nothing urgent…” I said lamely, just glad that my excuse had been believed.
     
    “Just long enough to shop around for a new one, I suppose…” my father mumbled, taking up his paper again. As I started to head to my room, he called out my name once more.
     
    “Kelly.”
     
    “Yeah, dad?” I asked, frozen in terror. Had he noticed something else? Maybe the blood from where Wisdom had nibbled and bit me? Maybe semen, or some stain that couldn’t plausibly have come from erupting fry grease?
     
    “Marianne’s brother Ryan is home on break from college. He called this evening looking for you.”
     
    My eyes widened.
     
    “R-really? That’s nice.”
     
    “You should see if he’ll take you out for a nice dinner,” my dad said with a smile. “I feel like you must get so bored, hanging out here in Greencliff. You should have some fun every now and then.”
     
    “Oh, dad…” I mumbled, as I slid into my room. “I have plenty of fun.”
     
    ~
     
    I awoke the next morning feeling like I had the worst hang over of all time—but I hadn’t even been drinking. No, this was the hangover, I realized, that came from hard, rough loving—the hang over that was caused by rough passion, that was caused by the pain and pleasure of being bent over and taken by a beast of a man…
     
    It was an ache that I still loved, even though I had trouble sitting up and my insides felt like they had swollen themselves shut. It was an ache that I loved, all right.
     
    I finally found the wherewithal to give Ryan a call back. It was easy—I had long since memorized Marianne’s number. Mostly because we were best friends, but also because I had always hoped that Ryan would pick up instead of Marianne or one of her parents.
     
    “Hello?” a deep, thick voice answered. My heart skipped a beat. It was just as I had remembered his voice being. It was a voice that had given my junior high self goose bumps and now, even though I was older, I still couldn’t help but get chills all up and down my spine when I heard him.
     
    “Ryan? It’s Kelly.”
     
    “Oh, Kelly, hi. I was hoping you’d call me back today.”
     
    “Yeah, of course… What’s up? Are you home on break?”
     
    “Well, not exactly break… But yeah, I’m home—hanging out at my parents’ house.”
     
    “Definitely sounds exciting.”
     
    Ryan laughed. His laugh was incredible. I loved his laugh. I wanted to make him laugh more.
     
    “So, what’s the deal? Is it some resort vacation?”
     
    “Not quite… But hey, why don’t you come over sometime this