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

problem with that, but
those curves. She was like something out of an old movie. A damsel in distress.
I guess she had baggage and those curves seemed to be part of it. Maybe I could
change that. Maybe I could…
    Woah! My padded feet slipped on a patch of gravel and
I almost flew headlong into a tree. I needed to get her out of my head. I
needed to concentrate, to get the job done or we were both dead.
    I put my head down and I ran. The trees became a blur as I
focused on the forest floor in front of me. I suppressed the man and let the
wolf take over.
    The world around me became a kaleidoscope of colors, scents
and sounds. Every tree, every leaf, every blade of grass, every stone… I was
part of it. I didn’t need to think. I let instinct guide me as I increased my
pace and felt the burn in my flanks.
    Even when I heard the howls I didn’t slow down. I was too
late. I knew I would be. My sensitive ears were assaulted by the gut-wrenching
outrage and despair of a pack mourning the death of their leader. It was not
the first time I had heard it.
    Joseph. I’m sorry Joseph. I’m sorry I wasn’t there in
time. Tears stung my eyes as I altered my course and headed towards the
mournful howls. He was too proud. They all were. They clung to the old ways.
They wore tradition like a shield, even as their world came tumbling down.
    Now it was up to me. Travis was a murderer and a rapist, a
child-killer, he wasn’t fit to live, let alone lead a pack. They wouldn’t let
him. They’d send the helicopters. They’d rain down fire on the entire pack and
everyone would die. Everyone from the oldest bitch to the youngest pup would
die screaming and there was nothing I’d be able to do to stop it happening if I
didn’t bring them Travis’ hide.
    I ran. I put my head down and became a streak of gray fur
sliding between trees like a ghost.
    I was banking everything on the element of surprise. It was
why I hadn’t fought back at the bridge. I let them take me down. I let them
kick my ass as I cowed and cringed like a pup. Travis would send the pack, his pack now, to track me down. He’d have to kill me and the woman. He couldn’t
risk either of us getting out. I wasn’t planning on giving him the chance.
    I smelled the camp before I saw it. It reeked of squalor and
fresh blood.
    I couldn’t help feeling a sense of shame when I finally came
upon it. Half a dozen trailers mounted on blocks. Peeling paint, rusting metal,
piles of rotting garbage. This is what they had been reduced to. This is what
they called home. They did this to us. They forced us into
hiding. They caged us knowing that we were beasts. And when we acted
like beasts, they used it as an excuse to burn it all down. I didn’t know
exactly who they were. But I had their scent now. I was getting close.
And once I’d dealt with Travis I was planning on getting right back on their
trail.
    He stood upright and naked in front of a roaring fire, fresh
blood on his chin and chest, Joseph’s corpse at his feet. The rest of the pack
weren’t happy, but by the only laws they knew, he was their leader now and they
would be loyal to him…. while he lived.
    When he saw me he stood back with a big shit-eating grin on
his face. He was waiting for me to shift back. He was waiting for me call him
out. He’d spit in my face and call me a traitor and order the pack to take me
down. Most of them were sorry excuses for wolves, but with numbers on their
side and Travis waiting in the wings to deal the killing blow I wouldn’t stand
a chance… so I didn’t give him one.
    Fuck the old laws.
    I hit the campsite at full speed and headed straight for
Travis. The pack barely had time to register my presence, but Travis saw me
coming. He saw me coming but didn’t have time to react. I like to think he knew
he’d fucked up. He’d expected me to play by the rules. I like to think that he
knew he’d underestimated me. I like to think that in that split second between
when I jumped and