Bridenapped: The Alpha Chronicles by Georgette St. Clair Read Free Book Online

Then again, in modern times, most human women were here because this was the lifestyle they wanted.
                  Kristofer introduced her to half a dozen more people, including her personal maid, Twyla Ritter.  Twyla was a slender, pretty young girl with shiny brown hair flowing down her back in gentle waves.  Caitlin couldn’t help but notice that she had an iPod tucked in the pocket of her frilly apron, a bizarre juxtaposition of 21 st century and 19 th .
                  “It’s an honor to be serving you, ma’am,” Twyla said, her eyes huge. “I’ve never been in the Alpha house before.”
                  “Honestly, I’m not hard to clean up after,” she assured Twyla as they walked up the marble steps. “I can do most of it myself. All of it.” The idea of someone else cleaning up after her when she was perfectly capable made her feel a sharp stab of guilt.
                  “The Alpha Queen does not do any cleaning. That’s the maid’s job,” Elzbetka said in a sharp, reproving voice.
                  Taddeus flicked her a disapproving glance.
                  “Actually, it will be up to her to decide how she wants to run things. This is her house,” Kristofer said. His tone of reproof was mild, but Elzbetka’s mouth tightened for a moment before she nodded respectfully.
                  “Of course, sir.”
                  “I am sure that our new Queen-to-be will be mindful of protocol and of the highly public nature of her position.” Taddeus’s expression betrayed a faint veneer of distaste now.
                  Don’t be so sure , Caitlin thought, but replied with a polite smile.
                  Clearly Taddeus and Elzbetka were stamped from the same mold. A mold that had been rigidly crafted in the Victorian era or earlier, when everyone knew their place and kept to it. This should be fun.
                  Kristofer proceeded to introduce her to a group of men he identified as Clan Chieftains. Caitlin was vaguely aware that there were different clans in the pack, but she didn’t know anything about what that meant.
                  As she shook hands with the Chieftains, Caitlin glanced back over at Kristofer, and realized with shock that he was stripping his clothes off and handing them to a waiting servant.
                  She dropped a Chieftain’s hand and took a step back, staring at Kristofer. “What the heck are you doing?” she squeaked, alarmed.  Elzbetka sucked in a sharp breath of disapproval; she ignored it.
                  “It is tradition that I turn into my wolf form before we walk inside. Don’t worry, I’ll turn back as soon as we’re through the door.”
                  “Oh. I see,” she said, desperately looking anywhere but at Kristofer.  He was like a magnificent Adonis, and from what she could see out of the corner of her eye, he was very happy to see her.  His thick cock stood proud and erect, jutting from a thatch of curly hair. Nobody else seemed to be surprised that he was now butt naked.
                  Suddenly, he began changing. The very air around him seemed to ripple, and he fell down to all fours. The bones in his face shifted, and gray and white fur sprouted from his skin.   He seemed to melt before her eyes, smoothly flowing into his wolf form, which was enormous.  She resisted the urge to reach down and run her fingers through that silky fur.
                  He glanced at her and grinned, his black lips stretching in a smile that looked shockingly human. His eyes gleamed with intelligence.
                  He threw back his head and howled, and all of the other wolves there joined him in a long, baying chorus that lasted almost a minute.
                  Then he began walking up the steps, and she followed him, as if