Craving the Alpha: Part Two: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers) by Kate Kent Read Free Book Online Page B

cutting off my oxygen, I couldn't. I couldn't howl, I couldn't even yelp. The man who was restraining me roughly shoved me into the back of the truck. Then, he jumped in behind me. He wrapped rope around my wrists and ankles while Dorian held me down. Finally, when I was still, Dorian let go of my throat. I breathed hungrily.
    “Don't worry, Kristen,” Dorian smirked, a knowing expression on his face. “I will teach you to be the woman you should be. And once you have been with me, you will love me and beg me for more.”

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    The ride in the truck was bumpy. Dorian rode up front with the wereman driver, leaving me lying in the back with the other man who had restrained me earlier. He was leering at me lecherously; bits of drool forming at the corners of his mouth. My body ached from fighting and my throat was so sore I could barely swallow. All I could think was that I should have listened to Markus and stayed in the room. What would he think? That I had deserted him? That I had gone back to the Lycan clan? All he would know was that I was gone. He would never know that Dorian took me.
    “Please let me go,” I whispered as I looked up at the man towering above me.
    “Nope,” he replied with a light smirk. “Our clan leader is happy to have one of Caleb's alphas as his own—so whatever Dorian wants, is what Dorian gets.”
    I closed my eyes. I remembered the knife like pain I had experienced the night the Vlodik’s had attacked Camp Rocky. I wondered if the man hovering over me had been the one to bite me. Or maybe it was the driver. Would they even remember? I doubted any of them cared. All I knew of the clan was that they were violent and cruel. It seemed Dorian fit in just fine with them.
    Eventually the truck came to a stop. From the rear window, I could look up and see the sky. The desire to run was calling out to me. I guess it was calling to the other werewolves too, as the man with me jumped out the back door and started sniffing the air. I could tell he was itching to run as much as I was. I was alone for a few minutes before Dorian joined me.
    “Calmer now?” he asked, as if I had thrown a tantrum. I knew that if I fought as I wanted to, he would never untie me, but if he let me run…
    “Dorian I need to run,” I said urgently. “Please.”
    “Oh, I know you do,” Dorian laughed. “But you're going to run with me and that’s not all…”
    My heart jumped. Was he going to force me to mate with him? He had tried to get me to mate before and he had been pushy but he had never forced me. But then, he had never struck me before either.
    “Fine, just let me run,” I mumbled, trying to hide my fear.
    “Mmhm,” he said under his breath, untying the rope around my ankles, then my hands. I reached up right away to grasp the charm on the end of my necklace. It was how I always comforted myself. But when I went to hold it, I discovered that it wasn't there, and only the sore skin of my neck remained. My eyes widened as I realized that it must have fallen off when I was fighting with Dorian and the weremen.
    “What is it?” Dorian asked.
    “It’s my, my necklace...”
    “What about it?” He demanded, leaning closer to me.
    “It’s gone.” I stroked the hollow of my neck where the necklace had been. “It must have fallen off when we were fighting in town. It means so much to me. Please Dorian. Can we go back and get it. Please?”
    He flicked a strand of hair from his forehead. “Who cares about a stupid necklace? You’ll get over it.”
    I could see there was no reasoning with him. All I could do was try and get away. I would find Markus, retrace my steps and look for my necklace and we would tell Caleb and the rest of the Lycans the truth about Dorian.
    “Dorian, let’s forget about what just happened and go for a run.”
    Dorian eyed me suspiciously. “You won’t try to get away?”
    “No, no I just want to run,” I lied. “I can't wait any more.”
    “My kind of