The Lone Alpha Unleashed: A Big Girl Meets Bad Wolf Romance (9 page)

James’ spiralling embrace led to
the kitchen, where he unceremoniously deposited me on the counter.

“I think you should take off
those trousers.”

“On… off… make up your mind
woman.”

I rolled my eyes as I crossed my
arms and lifted my shirt over my head.

“Hmm, would you like me to carry
you upstairs?”

“I don’t care. I just want you
to carry me.”

James looked confused as I began
the difficult and extremely undignified process of shimmying out of the rest of
my clothes while perched on a kitchen counter.

“Oh? Ohhhhhh.”

When the big dope finally got
it, he couldn’t get out of his trousers fast enough. In his rush to disrobe he
got a foot stuck in his trouser leg, which led to a comical interlude of
muttered swearing, hopping and knocking askew furniture. For a moment I got to
enjoy the rare pleasure of not being the clumsiest person in the room.

By the time he was done, I was
ready for him. Naked and exposed in all my curvy, womanly glory. I had
instinctively wrapped my arms around myself and pulled my legs tight together.
I liked to tell myself it was out of modesty, but I knew it was more to do with
a lifetime of shame.

I didn’t want to be like that
anymore. I knew James saw me, all of me, as a beautiful woman and I wanted to
be able to celebrate that. To embrace his love of my body and free myself of
these inhibitions and insecurities.

It wouldn’t happen all at once.
It wouldn’t happen today, but… baby steps. I shot him a coy smile as I lowered
my arms, exposing my breasts. I studied his face as I did so, looking for any
sign of the disgust or rejection I always feared, but none came. I saw nothing
other than adoration and a healthy dose of wolfish lust.

I took a deep breath and
unfolded my arms, mustering all my courage and placing them at my sides. I
shifted nervously on the counter as a parted my legs, just a little, and let
them dangle.

I felt sexy. I felt like an
old-school pin-up. Like someone should be taking photos of me. I’d certainly
never felt like
that
before.

I hammed it up by swinging my
legs a little and adding a tilt of the head and a coy little come-hither
pout.  I’d never felt this playful
before. I felt like an ingénue, as if it was my first time. And in a way it
was.

James’ response suggested that
he liked what he saw. His engorged manhood comically bobbing and weaving in
front of him as if it had a mind of its own. And it was so damn big. He’d
always been big, but this was something else, it looked as if he was about to
explode. I glanced up and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Uhhh… it’s been a while.”

He blushed. My big tough stud of
an alpha actually blushed. Given the state of his nethers I was surprised he
had the blood to spare.

“A while?”

“Yeah, a month or so.”

All those nights I’d lay awake,
my stomach in knots as I imagined him getting down with a harem of shifter
floozies, and he’d been faithful to me, even after how it ended. I felt
touched… and a little guilty about my ill-advised predatory night out that had
brought us both here.

I beckoned him with a crooked
finger.
Come here, come here and get your reward for being such a good boy,
for waiting for me.

The silliness and flirting was
fun and sweet, especially in light of what we had just been through, but when
he picked me up and I felt the heat of his flesh on mine, I was overwhelmed by
a familiar intensity. I felt the animal within me rising up, as I forced myself
against him, grinding my body against his. He held me high and I struggled
against him, desperate to feel his manhood inside me once more. I groaned as I
pulled him tighter, flattening my breasts painfully against his chest, his
coarse hair dragging against my sensitive nipples.

My groans turned to whimpers as
I tried to work myself lower, but he held me tight, swallowing my pathetic
cries of protest with an abrupt kiss that became a frantic collision of lips, tongue
and teeth when I returned it.

Just when I felt I was about to
explode, if he denied me what I needed any longer, he relented. Relaxing his
arms and allowing me to drop. I was ready for him and offered no resistance. I
threw back my head and howled at the delirious burst of pleasure I felt as he
filled me completely.

When he tried to thrust against
me, I scissored my legs even tighter, locking them around his waist. I held him
there as we kissed again and then I squeezed… once… twice… His eyes glazed over
and he exploded inside me, filling me with liquid heat.

I held him, relishing his climax as if it was my own. I held
him and I swore I would never let him go.

- X -

The way James and Carrie kept looking
at each other made me feel a little sick. It wasn’t just the lingering looks
and the way that James seemed to turn into a puppy dog in her presence. There
was jealousy too. Carrie was quite a woman, you didn’t need heightened senses
to see that there was something special about her.

I’d thought she was soft, but
there was a lot more to her than I’d given her credit for. Faced with the sort
of danger that would have most people cowering under their beds seemed to bring
out the best in her. That and she was the other kind of soft too… soft the way
a woman should be. Soft the way a man liked.

I needed to focus instead of
pining after a woman who had clearly found her mate. My matching pair of black
eyes helped. The dull throb a constant reminder of the fact that both of them
had taken a swing at me.

“What the fuck are you grinning
at Teddy?”

Edward had lost a lot of blood.
But I’d patched him up and prepared him for transport. Around his waist he wore
a thick hoop of stainless steel, like a cross between a chastity belt and a
bicycle lock. It was an effective, if not brutal, method of keeping shifters in
check. If he tried to get all big and hairy on me, he’d cut himself in half.

“You think you’ve won? You
haven’t won. You’re losing this war and you know it.”

I was sick of it. Sick of the
war. Sick of the secrets. Sick of shifters.

I held up a syringe, “do you
know what this is?”

Edward didn’t respond.

“You see,” I placed a hand on
his chest, “I know that the beast is always there, lurking beneath the surface,
looking for an excuse to come out. You walk like a man and talk like a man, but
you’re really just an animal. An animal trapped in the body of a man.”

He grunted, unimpressed.

“This is adrenaline. Do you
think you’ll be able to keep that bear in check when this is coursing through
your veins? When every cell in your body is screaming at you, begging you to
let loose and release your inner Yogi? Tell me where he is. Tell me where to
find him.”

I saw the briefest hint of fear.
Edward may have been crazy, but he knew there was no way he could fight it with
adrenaline coursing through his veins. He’d shift and he’d die.

“Why are you protecting him? He
killed your entire tribe, just like he burned Jimmy’s pack.”

“He did it for our own good. He
wanted to make us better. He wants us to take back what we have lost.”

“Tell me,” I sunk the needle
into his flesh, my thumb hovering over the plunger, ”Where is The German? Where
were you taking her to?”

“He’s not even German you know,”
Alistair laughed, the needle bobbing against his arm, but I could tell he was
considering it. Cut in half by a glorified hula-hoop can’t be a pleasant way to
die.

“What's in it for me?”

- X -

I frowned and tilted my head in
Carrie’s direction.

“She stays,” said James

The two of them looked
disgustingly loved-up, burrowing into each other on the couch as if they were
intent on becoming a single organism.

I shrugged. If that was the way
James wanted to play it.

“Edward doesn’t know where he
is.”

“He? He who?” Asked Carrie.

That’s why I didn’t want her
there. James was the strong, silent type and not prone to interrupting. It made
briefings a lot less annoying, as long as he didn’t use my face for a punching
bag.

“He. People call him The German.
No one knows much about him. James here used to work for him. As did Edward.
However, at this point, I think it’s safe to say that he was the one
responsible for the fire that burned James’ pack.”

“Oh him. What does he have to do
with all this?”

Oh him?
I glanced back
and forth between James and Carrie. Had they already discussed this? No. James
looked as surprised as I did at Carrie’s reaction.

I shrugged, “he’s big on
genetics and eugenics and breeding programs and all that. Fancies himself as a
scientist. Edward doesn’t know exactly where he is, but he had been instructed
to take Carrie to a facility out on the coast. A private hospital. It’s been
abandoned for decades as far as we can tell. Edward claims that’s where it all
started. Perhaps I can find something there, something to lead us to the
German… and perhaps we can come up with a better name for him, because ‘The
German’, seriously?”

As relayed what Edward had told
me, Carrie began to go pale. She clung to James’ arm as if she were about to be
swept away.

“I’m going too,” said James.

I shrugged, “It’s a free
country.”

“And me, I have to go as well.”

“No!” James and I answered her
in unison.

“I have to,” Carrie was shaking, her skin so pale it was
almost glowing, “I think I was born there.”

- X -

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading my
novella. I’m sorry it took so long, but after the reception the first story I
got and how invested people had become in the characters I really wanted to get
it right. If you haven’t read Curves for the Lone Alpha then you’re doing it in
the wrong order! But you can check it out here, or at your local Amazon if
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There is a little more action in this one. A little more
violence and a little more conspiracy. I tried to keep the same tone as the
rest of the story. I loved writing the chapter where Carrie is sharing Miss
Derry’s body. That would be just like me if you dropped me in the middle of an
action movie... Freaking the hell out!

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