Curves For The Lone Alpha (A Big Girl Meets Bad Wolf Romance) by Molly Prince Read Free Book Online

couldn’t be it. She wasn’t a shifter. She was something else entirely.
    Not that I was complaining. She was… incredible. Her body
was… incredible. Some wolves prefer a lean, athletic mate, a partner to hunt
with. Not me. Call me old fashioned, but I liked my bitches with enough meat on
their bones to survive the winter. Wait . I made  a mental note never to use the “b” word in
front of her. She wasn’t a wolf and as I’d discovered the hard way regular
women weren’t too fond of it.
    But yeah, I guess I was an old fashioned kind of guy, most
alphas are. I was made to hunt, to provide for my mate, my pups, my pack. It
was what I was born to do and I had no interest in a hunting partner. When I
returned, I wanted to return to something a little more luxurious and womanly.
    Since the fire I’d kind of shut down that side of my brain.
I needed release now and then and I’d never had any trouble picking up willing
partners for some mutually beneficial relief. But it was never like this. In
the shower with her… and my… that had been something new.
    “Jimmy?”
    Joseph? I must have fallen asleep. I could hear the old
packmaster’s voice in my head as clear as he was standing right next to me.
    “Jimmy you don’t have much time. I had to do it this way. Do
you understand?”
    I understood. Joseph couldn’t let me kill Travis while he
led the pack. It would shame him to let a traitor like me do his dirty work for
him. He had to make an example of me, which is why I didn’t fight back. Travis
on the other hand…
    “He’ll kill you Joseph. He’ll kill you and then they’ll kill
him and your pack.”
    The old wolf nodded. He looked tired. As if all the hate had
drained him, “I know Jimmy, but it’s my time. I’m ready to die. I’ll try and
buy you some time, but you need to hurry.”
    “I’m sorry Joseph. I’m sorry about Charlotte. If I could
have…”
    “I know Jimmy. I know you two weren’t fated, but you still
loved her. It was just easier for me to blame you, to hate you.”
    “I’ll find the people who did it. I’ll make them pay.”
    “You know who did it Jimmy.”
    The Daughters of Diana . A myth. Shifter folklore. A
story that Joseph used to tell me and the other pups around the campfire.
    “But why? And why now?”
    “Your new bitch is the key.”
    I bared my teeth. Even if I were packless traitor, I was
still an alpha and I wasn’t about to let anyone call her that again. Ever. Even
in a dream. I had a hundred questions for Joseph, but it was too late. He was
gone. And I knew he was right. I didn’t have much time.
     
    - X -
     
    I hadn’t bothered dressing. I stood in the moonlight in full
view of the cabin. I think part of me wanted her to see me. To see the side of
me I usually kept hidden from human eyes. I willed her to be awake and watching
out the window. It was my alpha’s pride again. I wanted her to see the man
become a beast. Basically I wanted to show off. But there was no time for
theatrics.
    I ran.
    I was on all fours within half a dozen strides. Nothing more
than a momentary discomfort as I let the beast out and hit the tree line at
speed.
    The woman’s scent lingered. I couldn’t get it out of my
head. There was a texture to it, something different, something I had never
felt before. I’d gotten used to feeling incomplete. I ran without a pack. I’d
never had a true mate.
    Even Charlotte, who I had loved in my own way, as she loved
me in hers, had been a political arrangement. Her death had been devastating.
Her death had been the first shot in a war. Her death had been the beginning of
the end. And yet even while I mourned her, I knew she had not been the one.
    I was used to being alone. I liked being alone. And now all
of a sudden that had gone out the window. I was incomplete. I felt it in a way
I had never felt it before.
    There was something about her, something about this woman
and that lingering scent.
    Cute too. Well padded, sure, I had no