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

when my teeth ripped his throat out he felt a fraction of the
fear that sixteen year old Dorothy Ludd had felt when she had met her untimely
end at the hands of the big, bad wolf.
    Travis was dead where he stood before I landed on the ground
next to him.
    Perhaps he had been expecting something more. Some kind of
ritual or challenge. An epic battle for the hearts and minds of this pathetic
excuse for a pack. But in the end he got what he deserved… an execution.
    I took no joy in his death. I took no joy in the fact that
for a packmaster to die in human form shamed both him and his pack. For a
moment I stood on all fours, my back to the rest of them, panting and sweating.
    I allowed myself to enjoy the taste of his blood. Sweet,
thick and fresh. The animal in me wanted more. One taste was never enough. We
always wanted more.  I fought against
the animal. I embraced the man. I stood on two legs and turned to face the
camp.
    It was worse than I had ever thought possible. In the past
this had been a noble pack. One of the biggest and most prosperous on the
continent. I hadn’t realized quite how fast they’d fallen or how far.
    Snot nose kids with jutting ribs and distended stomachs
played in piles of garbage. Women with filthy, tangled hair in threadbare
dresses wailed as they hid behind their men, if they could even be called that.
There wasn’t an alpha amongst them. They knew it too. It was as if Joseph’s
death had pulled back the curtain to reveal their true nature. This wasn’t a
pack. I didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t a pack.
    “What the fuck do we do now traitor?”
    Someone had the balls to speak up, even though their voice
shook with fear. He stepped forward, just a skinny teenager in a faded football
jersey and filthy jeans. He smelled familiar. Joseph’s son, grandson perhaps.
    “That’s not my problem.” I said. I tried to remain above it
all. It wasn’t my problem. We all chose our own paths. We all had to deal with
our own problems and my path didn’t need any more. But I couldn’t help cast a
sideways glance at the half-naked, malnourished kids playing in the garbage.
Had they been given a choice of paths?
    Enough.
    It wasn’t my problem.
    I growled and pulled myself to my full height, “I just came
for my fucking bike.”
     
     
     
    - X -
     

Chapter 8: Carrie
     
    When I awoke I was alone. James had gone, but his warmth
lingered, suggesting a recent departure. It wasn’t just his warmth that stayed
with me. I could still feel his presence, or at least the memory of his
presence, as if an echo of the man had chosen to stay with me.
    Fortunately my head felt a little clearer. The effects of
both the champagne and the blow I had received had mostly passed, although I
could still feel a mighty big lump on my brow. Gone too was the emotional
intensity I felt around James. Whatever it was about him that drew me like a
horny little moth to a really sexy flame. Don’t get me wrong, every time I
thought of him I still got a little squeeze of pleasure deep inside my tummy.
It just wasn’t the same as the need I felt when we were in the same room.
    Armed with this newfound clarity, I wrapped my naked body in
a blanket and left the bedroom in search of snacks. I always think better when
I have something to nibble. James had gone and as far as I knew he wasn’t
coming back. Things would probably be a lot simpler if he didn’t return. But
for now I just couldn’t accept that as a possibility. I was operating on the
assumption that any minute now he would come back for me.
    Armed with some cheese and crackers, I flopped down on the
couch and allowed the mass of thoughts that were swirling around in my head to
slow a little so I could attempt to digest them.
    First and foremost, I’d seen a wolf change into a man. I’d
seen it happen right in front of me. I’d seen other things too. I’d seen a few
wolves, unnaturally large wolves that acted with human-like intelligence. I’d
seen a