Alpha's Virgin Pup (Puppyville Pack, #2) by Fel Fern Read Free Book Online Page A

glare.
    “I don’t want to hear complaints. We have three days to turn you three marshmallows into something decent. Let’s warm up.”
    Warm up turned out to be torture. Literally. Trig made us do rounds, push-ups and pull-ups and whatever ups I didn’t know the name to, only stopping when lunch time arrives.
    “A werewolf knows when it’s time to feed his beast and feed his belly,” Trig says.
    Sweating and exhausted, all three of us pile into his truck. Trig drove us to a favorite steakhouse most of the Puppyville pack favors.
    “I can eat two servings. Meat and side dishes, because I love them buttery potatoes,” Jolly injects.
    “I can eat a damn buffalo,” Blue growls.
    Trig chuckles and opens the door for us. He reminds me of the big tough big brother I’ve never had.
    A couple of regulars—human, werewolf and whatever flavor of supernatural greet us.
    “Trig, busy morning?”
    “Looks like you toughen up some soft meats there.”
    I blush. Jolly looks uncomfortable, but Blue takes it all in stride. Some fellas from the pack give me positive encouragements. The silent ones do those manly jabs on the shoulder that hurt like hell. I gulp when a giant shadow falls over me. Trig’s instantly by my side, but it’s only Harvey.
    “Bobby Roy, I hear you’re starting fights now,” Harvey says in a rumbling voice.
    “I’m defending my man. Nothing wrong with that, right?” I toss him a challenging stare, except I have to crane my neck because Harvey’s that huge and imposing.
    He surprises me by letting out a laugh that sounds like a train passing through. “Nothing wrong with that all along, but I do envy the prize Brick came home with.”
    Harvey clasps my shoulder. “You go on and win that fight, Bobby Roy. Show that pussy-footed outsider shifter that every single one in Puppyville’s got balls.”
    “I’ll do that,” I say. Feeling underwhelmed, I meekly follow my chums as a waitress sits us.
    “What will it be fellas? And Bobby, order whatever you want, it’s on the house.” Cherry Sails gives me a wink. Cherry and her twin Chester are about my age and are also part of the pack.
    We give her our orders and when she left, I tell everyone, “I’m overwhelmed by the support’s everyone giving. I’m definitely encouraged to win.”
    “Brick’s well liked in the community and the long timers remembered how wrecked he was when Lorenzo stabbed him in the back,” Trig muses. “They see what Brick sees in you Bobby.”
    “What’s that? Because honestly, Trig? There’s nothing special about me. I’m average and a nobody.”
    “Don’t ever say that again,” Trig warns, suddenly turning from a growly but warm bulldog, to a hound from hell.
    Jolly nods. “Brick didn’t pick you for no reason, Bobby.”
    “You’re cute, sweet, honest and determined. Most importantly, you’re head-over-heels in love with our alpha. Everyone in the pack saw it yesterday,” Blue points out.
    Trig looks at me over the table. “By standing up to Lorenzo when no one else dared to for fear of Brick still having feelings for him, you’ve already won some of the hearts of our pack members. We’re not going to let that fucker kill you. Even if you don’t win, give it your all.”
    Logically speaking, it’s easy to argue Lorenzo has numerous advantages over me. He knows how to play dirty, and wins most of his battles that way. But the sneaky bastard’s got to know when to stop.
    Lorenzo ruined Brick’s life once. The difference this time is me. I’m not going to let him get in the way between Brick and I. Even though there isn’t a ‘we’ yet in there...I realize that’s what love really is. It’s never easy. Could turn ugly in a second, but in the end, we do what we can for those we love.
    I’ve always known the moment I laid eyes on Brick that he’s the one. Before that, my life was average. I was content in the little comfort zone I’ve built for myself—working at the local bookshop, heading