Forgotten Alpha by Joanna Wilson Read Free Book Online Page A

do me some good. I don't remember actually walking home; but, I do remember waking up in someone's arms, my head pulsing with pain. I remembered seeing his eyes, a dark green. His lips moved, but no sound came out, just loud ringing. The pain became too much. I passed out.
     
    ***
     
    My eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep. It took me awhile to realize I was looking at the ceiling. I wasn’t sure what woke me up, but I was suddenly aware of someone sleeping on my chest. His head, full of chocolate brown hair, lay between my naked breasts. He was still asleep. I realized, in horror, I didn't know his name. I was waiting to feel regret, but he felt familiar. I've recalled that face a million times since that night. Somehow, the feel and weight of this man felt comfortable, like home.
     
    You would fuck him, wouldn't you? I thought to myself, simply talking to him would have been too easy.
     
    There was a knock at the door and I jumped. Dear God, how will I explain this?
     
    He woke up, looked at me and recognized me immediately.
     
    "Hey beautiful," he muttered with a smile. His eyes were at half-mast, before they rolled over and he slipped back into sleep.
     
    The knocking at the door became more incessant. With much effort, I crawled out of bed and stumbled over balled up clothes. I was searching for something to put on to answer the door. The knocks grew impatient; so, I picked up the first thing I saw, a faded Pantera shirt. It must have belonged to the guy in my bed. I pulled it on and reveled in the smell of him. Despite not knowing his name, I was still very much attracted to him. The shirt was long on my five-two frame.
     
    At the door was Jeff, a tall figure and one of my four older brothers.
     
    “So, Papa sent his watchdog,” I said by way of greeting.
     
    “Well, good morning to you, too,” he said, following me into my apartment. Jeff was tall and fair. He looked like our mother, with ink black hair. We werewolves, like actual wolves, tend to have multiple births. Jeff is the middle son of triplets that all took after my mother. She later had me and Kenneth; twins who took after our father. We were short and tawny, with dark curly hair. We all had my father’s hazel eyes, too.
     
    “What do you want, Jeff? I have company,” I said, making my way to the kitchen. I planned on making the beautiful man in my bed and myself some breakfast. Then, I’d grill him for information as he ate.
     
    “You have company?” He asked, quickly looking around the tiny apartment before stopping at the closed bedroom door, making a face.
     
    “Iris, you know you can talk to us. I understand, it’s a big deal and we just want to help you,” he said, sliding into his concerned brother tone.
     
    “No,” I said, setting down a pan maybe too hard. “You don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like to be trapped in your body, unable to shift. Two, Jeff! I missed two full moons.”
     
    “I know,” he said softly, “but Papa can help you.”
     
    “Just because he’s the Alpha doesn’t mean he has all the answers. He had two months to help me. Now, shoo-shoo. Go back to Jessica or Stephany or whoever else is the flavor of the week,” I said, gathering eggs and pancake batter.
     
    “I’m not the one with ‘company’ in my bed,” he said.
     
    “Shut up,” I simply said.
     
    “I just wish I was there to see a grown woman sneak out of her parent’s house like teenager,” he laughed.
     
    I rolled my eyes. “I did what I had to do. The doctor said two weeks bed rest, not two months. I had to get the hell out of there.”
     
    “So, what are you going to do?” he asked. He didn’t have to further explain. His tone told me he was talking about my shifting problem.
     
    “The only thing I can do. Get some answers,” I answered.
     
    After about ten minutes of trying to convince him to leave, Jeff finally did. However, it was only after he realized I had just made enough breakfast for