Alphas Unleashed 1 by Cora Wolf Read Free Book Online

I wouldn't presume to take that away from you."
    I smiled.
    "However," Marcus continued, "unlike the two of you I have lived in a pack before. I know that when your mating heat arrives you will seek out the alpha wolf. Any feelings you have for Connor will become unimportant. Your body will insist. And make no mistake, Connor is not the alpha of this pack, I am. And when you go in to your mating heat I will be equally unable to control myself. I will do whatever it takes to have you."
    I was speechless. Was it true? But why would Marcus lie about it? It had to be true.
    "I am amenable to... sharing, however, if that is something that you and Connor are willing to consider. You are the first female we've come across, so I've never broached the subject with him."
    The thought of my body overriding anything else I wanted... it was unnerving. And a just little arousing too.
    "Think on it," Marcus said, "but not too long. Unless I'm mistaken, your mating heat will arrive soon, no?"
    I nodded, too shocked to speak. Three weeks and I would be unable to control myself for a full forty-eight hours.
    Marcus glanced around behind him. Through the windows the first hints of sunrise were starting to peak through. Marcus turned and drained the rest of his glass and put it down on the counter. "Go wake up Connor. It's time to go."

    ~~~

    I came downstairs and saw that Marcus and Connor were both waiting for me, talking in low voices. They stopped as I started coming down the stairs, my bag slung over my shoulder. Connor was wearing beat up leather boots, jeans, a t-shirt and an old jacket. His long hair was tied back.
    Marcus was the total opposite, dressed in a perfectly tailored gray suit, shiny brown leather shoes and not a hair out of place.
    "Ready?" Connor said as I joined them.
    I nodded.
    Connor slung one big arm over my shoulder and pulled me to him as we all walked over to the elevator, and I put my hand in his. It felt right, but I couldn't help but keep looking over at Marcus. He didn't so much as glance in my direction, but his words still rung my ears. 'Connor isn't the alpha of this pack, I am.' And when the time came, I would throw Connor away and jump on him, and he on me, slaves to our hormones. Unless I was willing to share, though I wasn't sure exactly what he had meant by that.
    And what if I wasn't willing to share? Or if Connor wasn't? Would the two of them fight over me, or would one of them leave? Even after all those years, there was still so much that I didn't know about being a werewolf.
    "Wait until you see the house," Connor said, as we dropped down from the top floor in the speedy elevator, "we'll have a whole wing to ourselves, and after I teach you to turn whenever you want we--"
    Connor's words cut off as the elevator doors opened on more than a dozen people all milling around the lobby, at least half of them wearing police uniforms. The security desk I remembered from the night before was taped off, and as soon as one of the officers saw us he came forward.
    "Folks if you could just follow me," the cop said, holding out his hand to direct us around what was obviously some sort of crime scene.
    "What happened officer?" Marcus said as we walked along the edge of the police tape.
    "You'll have to read about it in the paper buddy," the cop said.
    Marcus stopped, and I couldn't see his face, but I could see the cops. He got one good look at Marcus and the blood suddenly drained from his face. "The security guard on duty was murdered," the cop said quickly.
    "How was he murdered?" Marcus said.
    The cop looked around, then in a low voice, "his head was ripped clean off. They think it was an animal." The cop gestured with his hand for us to keep walking, "please."
    I remembered him, the security guard from the night before, the one that hadn't batted an eye when Marcus and Connor had come in without shirts on. Alan, that was his name. And now he was dead. I got a queasy feeling deep in my stomach.
    The cop