The Look: Alpha Male, Feisty Female Romance (4 page)

Finally, Holly takes notice of him. She grips both armrests and leans over so that her face is just inches away from Jason. In a quiet, deadly voice she says “There was never going to be any deal.”

Jason's face fell, the shock leaving him utterly paralyzed. “What?” he asks dumbly.

“I was never going to make any deal with you, Jason Yates.”

“I don’t understand. How. What. Why-why did you come here, satisfied?” he shouts at her.

“Oh, you know. I just needed some good dick in my life, and I didn’t want to pay for it.” She laughs at her own joke. “Okay, that’s not the real reason I came. Though it was an added bonus, if I do say so myself.” She laughs again. “I actually came here to get a better look at your office building.”

“That’s it? That’s why you came here and wasted my time? To look at my building?” Jason fumes.

Holly nods, a large grin on her face. “Didn’t expect the beautiful view. Excellent location.”

“Why the fuck did you want to look at my office building?”

“For when I run your company out of business, silly!” she tells him with a smirk. “While you are right, and I have been losing a little money. I still have much more than you, not to mention more clients. I’ll get my money back. You, my handsome conquest, are the only one here who is out of business.”

“But…but…but,” Jason stammers, trying to find a way out of this, any way out.

“And when I buy out Yates Air for just a fraction of what it’s currently worth. I’m going to convert all of your offices into auxiliary offices for the lower-tier employees of my company. There’s just so many of them!”

“You can’t do this!” Jason shouts at her.

“It’s already done. There’s nothing you can do but…” Holly spins Jason back around to the view of the ocean. “Enjoy the view…because you’re not going to have it for long!”

With that, Miss Holly Patton struts out of the office, while Mr. Jason Yates watches the view.

The End

Take a look at the next in the series!

and

CHECK OUT THE REST OF OUR CATALOG!

(Using the sidebar or Table of Contents, please navigate to the back of the book.)

!

JOIN OUR
MAILING LIST
AND GET A FREE BOOK!

Coupon Code: AWC1152

CHECK OUT HANNAH HEAT’S SHIFTER NOVEL

ALPHA WOLF’S CALLING

ALPHA WOLF’S CALLING

Hannah Heat

Copyright 2015 Hannah Heat

All rights reserved.

Hannah Heat

Alpha Wolf’s Calling:

(BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance)

First Edition

Book design by Hannah Heat

Cover Image Copyright 2015, used under a Creative Commons Attribution License: https://www.flickr.com/photos/wunluv/4491802711/

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite ebook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

________________

Sign Up for the Scarlet Flower Publishers Newsletter!

Do you wonder what happened to Ava when Julian could not save her from his enchanted brother? Check out the rest of the Hannah Heat’s catalog, available now on the Kindle Store. You can also get them FREE with a subscription to Kindle Unlimited.

More by Hannah Heat

________________

CHAPTER LIST

PROLOGUE

PART ONE: PROTECTING INNOCENCE

PART TWO: INTO THE FOREST

PART THREE: THE BLACK WOLF

PART FOUR:THE PROPHECY REVEALED

PART FIVE: A NEW LIFE

BONUS STORY: WATCHED BY WARLOCKS

ABOUT HANNAH

MORE FROM HANNAH

PART ONE - PROTECTING INNOCENCE

PROLOGUE

As a child growing up in a Bavarian village, Elsa Gutz learned about the area surrounding her home town through various paranormal myths her parents told her at night before bed. Her father, a stern man who showed his love the best he could, informed Elsa and her sister that their village was surrounded by a forest she must never enter, because the place was full of witches, warlocks, and werewolves. These magical creatures used to actually be normal people, with lives and families, he told her.

“Like with mommies and daddies?”

“Yes,” her father told her. “And brothers and sisters, too.” He plopped Elsa down onto her bed, covering her and her sister with a blanket.

“What happened to them?”

“They entered the Forbidden Forest, which their parents told them not to go into. Just like I'm telling you. The Forest lies far on the edge of town, where you must never go.”

The 6-year old Elsa grimaced, her toddler imagination painting tragic pictures of kids her age waddling into the forest, their parents chasing after them, crying and screaming.

“Did they ever come back?” Elsa asked, groping for some happy ending.

“No, never. The forest ate them, swallowed them up whole, like a hungry demon. But one local blacksmith, furious at his wife for allowing his children to even get close to the forest, vowed to get them back. He got a pick ax and ventured deep into the forest, and he didn't return for days.”

“Did he ever find his kids?”

“Oh, yes, he returned. The villagers asked him if he ever found his children, expecting to say they were gone forever. But to their surprise, he had found them, hidden in clearing between some trees, dancing and sinking naked around a fire pit, the moonlight shining through the trees. He tried bringing them back, but they told him they didn't want to go. His children's fate hurt the blacksmith worse than if they had died. They were lost, evil, gimps of the forest. The blacksmith could not make them normal children again. And he came back with a large bite out of his thigh--from a werewolf, who had driven him out of the forest, away from his children, who were now lost forever.”

Elsa squeezed her big sister's hand, as they listened to their father every night tell stories like this. Before falling asleep, in the space between her dreams and wake, Elsa thought she could see some werewolves outside her window in the forest near her family's humble cabin home. She chalked up the faint images of green eyes, staring at her from the recesses of the woods, as her mind playing tricks on her.

But in the back of her thoughts, even though she grew older and knew the time for children's games had passed, she still wondered if it all had been more than just a dream.

Maybe, just maybe, the stories were true.

CHAPTER 1

A throng of bearded men, wearing sad and somber robes, stood circling some unknown misfortune on the edge of town, near the border between a small, secluded Bavarian village and the wild, chaotic forest which surrounded it from all sides. Further back, the rest of townspeople, every last one of them, stood staring at the unforeseen developments of the night. Earlier, during religious service, young Priscilla entered the town hall, interrupting Father O'Grady's sermon.

“She's back!” Priscilla squealed, and the entire congregation looked up from their Bibles. Father O'Grady looked up from his spectacles, a rosy-faced, white-haired man no taller than five feet.

“Who is back, my child?”

“Lili and Ennis!” Priscilla said, breathless, as she turned and rushed back into the airy night, the autumnal cold creeping through the open doors. Father O'Grady slapped his Bible closed and pushed his little body down from the altar, approaching the open door. The rest of the townspeople followed--old women with their ailing husbands who walked on canes, young mothers with babes suckling at their bosom, mischievous teenage boys picking at their female crushes.

On this overcast and wintry evening, the entire congregation followed Priscilla out of the church hall, into the dusky evening, as she led them to the scene discovered at the edge of the forest. The minister ran to the front of the line which formed quickly, so that the rest of the town was pushed back into a confused crowd near the center of the town.

Father O'Grady came close to the three people who lay in the grass in the darkness near the forest, his hands shaking but controlled by the courage of his warm heart. He reached down and touched the shoulder of the woman wrapped in a red shawl, trembling from fight.

“Miss, are you okay?” Her black head raised up to reveal Lili's face, and the entire crowd sighed with shock and relief. She had returned home. “My dearest Lili, you've returned to us. We're so glad you're safe. You gave us quite the scare,” he said, trying to keep his cool. Father O'Grady's eyes were perpetually twinkling with the inner goodness of the man whom many might come to associate with alms giving and a white, curly beard. He picked Lili up by her shoulders. “My, my. You are still in one piece.” He looked down, along with the rest of the crowd, to see young Ennis smiling up at them. “Happy Goodness!” Father O'Grady squealed, picking up Ennis by his armpits and planting a forceful kiss on his tiny cheek. “He's back, too.” Father O'Grady's tears streamed down his face as he studied the young toddler, who stared back at him with a curious blankness, as Ennis then ran his tiny index finger along the damp trail on Father O'Grady's cheek.

“Why do you cry, sir?” his little voice said, elf-like and magical.

Father O'Grady smiled from ear to ear. “Because you're home, little one! We missed you so,” he said, burying the boy in his bear-like chest, taking in his heartbeat with his own. The boy pushed back, squirming to get out of Father O'Grady's hands. Ennis jumped down onto the ground, his feet curiously bare, and ran into the crowd of people. “My sir, where are you going?” Father O'Grady called back, before returning his attention to the young woman at his face. He helped her up by the small of her hand, and she smiled back at him. “Miss Lili, did you go off and become a hero for your son?”

“I tried,” she said, looking around the crowd in the waning evening light. She seemed so grateful all her townspeople looked after he so intently.

“We are lucky you have returned,” Father O'Grady said. “This has never happened even once in my lifetime. Please tell us how you made it back?” But she didn't answer him, a tiredness growing in her eyes, as if she had just returned from a long marathon or war. She glanced down at the third figure, whom none of the people in the crowd had ever met. Father O'Grady gasped when he realized he had almost stepped on the unconscious blond man at his feet. He kneeled down to the man, whose upper cheek featured a dark and purple bruise, his ragged clothes hanging in disconcerted shreds from his body. He was hairless and beautiful, blond hair and black eyebrows, perfectly symmetrical about his face. Lili stooped down as well, taking the man's paw in her hand, placing a single soft thankful kiss on his knuckles.