Craving the Alpha: Part Two: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers)

BOOK: Craving the Alpha: Part Two: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers)
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Copyright © 2014 by Kate Kent

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CHAPTER ONE

 

“Markus, I need you!” I wanted to shout out to him at the top of my lungs, as I gazed at him in the distance. But what was the point? It wouldn’t change anything. The council’s decision was final and it was ripping me apart.

Even though we had only been together a short time, I felt this powerful connection to Markus. His physical presence and energy excited me, yet his warmth and strength calmed me. My desire to be with him was overwhelming. Not being able to touch him, to hold him, was painful. I fought back tears as I imagined just how uncomfortable he was.

It was so cruel to restrain him from the essence of his being; roaming the land freely. His left leg was chained to a stump post near the stream at Camp Vickers C-cabin. Called the C-cabin for correction, it was a simple cabin with only a cot and bathroom. The chain was long enough so you could move around the cabin, but too short to do much of anything else.

A soft, feminine hand touched me lightly on the shoulder. “Hey, Kristen,” Lisa said gently. “I’m so sorry.”

We both looked over at Markus. He was in his wolf, pacing back and forth as usual. I knew it was his only way to work off the fierce energy that must be searing through his body. Markus had a tremendous amount of energy to work off—mental, physical and
sexual
. I couldn’t help but think back to the night of my first full moon at Vickers Retreat. It had been frightening, yet so exhilarating to transition into my wolf and run freely in the night. Then, when we changed back, Markus and I made love for the first time and everything exploded.

Sex with Markus was incredible—like fireworks on the 4
th
of July. A flash of excitement quivered through me as I remembered the feel of Markus’s hands caressing my full breasts, his moist tongue licking every inch of my skin, and his cock, driving deeper and deeper into my wet pussy. My body ached with desire for him. And we didn’t just click sexually, we clicked mentally. I
knew
we were meant for each other. But, then we’d had to pay the price. A harsh price, simply because I had made the wrong choice in a forced moment of haste by choosing Dorian over Markus to mate with at the council meeting.

“Hey,” Lisa said gently, ”I know it’s tough, but maybe when he gets out you can plead your case again, and,” she threw her arms in the air helplessly, “maybe it could do something. I mean, you never know.”

“Oh God, Lisa, it’s so hard seeing him like that.” I struggled to keep from sobbing as I thought about what happened after Dorian discovered us together and demanded a council meeting. Because Camp Vickers was self-regulated, offenses were dealt with swiftly and harshly. By disregarding the choice I had originally made, the wrath of the pack was directed towards the two of us. It was hard to believe a decision I had been forced to make in seconds was so binding. Yet, the pack had no empathy. Because I was not schooled in the rules of the Lycan clan, I was given a second chance. I was to stay my distance from Markus and give Dorian my full attention and bond with him. I almost snorted when I’d heard the words “bond with him,” but the council members were dead serious. They said Markus should have known better, so he shouldered the burden of our punishment. I shuddered as I remembered the fury that had washed over Caleb’s face when he shared the council’s decision.

“There is absolutely no excuse for your behavior, my son,” he said sternly, directing his gaze at Markus. “You and Dorian will eventually replace me as the alphas of our pack and rule at council. But your actions say that you do not respect the decisions made at our meetings. You knew Kristen’s choice was final.” He shook his head, “You must be punished for trying to take what is rightfully Dorian’s. You are hereby sentenced to C-cabin for a period of six months. You will be chained so there is no chance of you enjoying freedom as either a man or a wolf. I can only hope that you will have the time needed to reflect on and realize the error of your ways.”

As he shared the punishment, everyone gasped. It was shockingly harsh. It was obvious that Caleb felt he needed to give his son a strong reprimand, and deep down I knew Caleb felt the less interference from Markus, the more time Dorian and I would have to bond. It was not that Caleb didn’t love Markus, but he felt the choices made at town council were for the greater good and must be respected at all costs.

When I gazed around at the crowd that had gathered, there seemed to be little empathy for Markus. It was obvious from the clan members’ stony faces that there would be no leniency. If you did not follow decisions make at the town meetings, you were damned. This was how they had to live in order to survive peacefully. I understood that, yet, it seemed so wrong in this case. I couldn’t believe my idiotic one minute decision would keep us apart like this, but Caleb’s face was stoic and supported by the clan. There was no second chance here. I was forced to be with Dorian.

“You never know,” she repeated, “they may change their minds.”

I stifled the urge to snap at Lisa. I knew she was just trying to be kind, but she was so focused on Michael she failed to see the reality of my situation. It was all so hopeless.

“They are not going to let me be with him. It’s just ridiculous,” I said.

I could barely stand to look at him knowing the anguish he must be feeling. Though he could shift from his man to his wolf, the shackles that bound him kept him from going anywhere. I could not imagine how someone like him, so used to the freedom of running, could handle being fettered by restraints mentally or physically.

“Maybe not, but at least it looks like the searches have died down, so that’s a relief,” she added, trying to console me.

I forced a smile at Lisa and fingered the charm on my necklace to try and calm myself. It was crazy how just weeks ago she had tried to run from the town council meeting to escape, and now she seemed to love it here. She and her wereman, baby-faced Michael, were almost inseparable. They were constantly together and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Even at the social Camp Vickers held every Friday night, Lisa and Michael rarely joined in on the drinking or dancing. They were too busy cuddling and smooching in a corner of the pavilion somewhere, their dark heads entwined as they touched.

“Yeah,” I said, “I think there were a few cops and reporters here last week, but for the most part it seems they are focusing their efforts around the Camp Rocky area and we are miles from there.”

“I thought we were gonna have to stay in those caves for months,” Lisa pouted.

“It wasn’t the best situation, but at least we weren’t there long,” I said. When news of the missing camp counselors had spread to the surrounding communities, Camp Vickers had visits from law officers and reporters. Caleb had ordered us to the cramped, hilly rock dwellings near the cliffs. The caves were almost impossible to find if you didn’t know they were there. “Yeah, it’s good to be out of those caves,” I said. “I wonder if they have caught McGreevy yet.”

“I don’t think they did or we would have heard,” Lisa responded. “But at least that got the cops and reporters out of our hair and looking somewhere else.”

“And thank God for that,” I replied. Law enforcement had found ropes, masking tape and other questionable items at Mr. McGreevy’s office near Camp Rocky. As Caleb suspected, there were drugs found too, including powerful tranquilizers. So, now the investigation was directed towards him and that area which was miles away from Camp Vickers. Eventually, Caleb had allowed us back in the cabins.

“Where is Michael?” I asked. It was unusual not to see him hanging around Lisa. They seemed attached at the hip. Just as I asked, Michael appeared.

“Hey, Kristen,” Michael grinned at me as he circled a beefy arm around Lisa’s petite waist. He leaned in and started planting wet kisses on her neck. Lisa laughingly pushed him away. Then, flipping her dark hair back, she pulled him back in again.

“Yum,” she said, sliding her hands over his brawny back and returning his kisses. “Were you feeding Markus?” She slapped her head with the palm of her hand and looked at me. “God, I’m sorry Kristen,” she groaned. “I didn’t mean to make it sound like he was a dog. He, ah, well he just needs to be given his food daily and that’s one of Michael’s jobs, you know that.”

“Yeah, I know, Lisa, no problem. It’s great to see you two getting along so well,” I added, trying to be diplomatic. It hurt seeing them so loving towards one another and knowing I couldn’t have that. I could see Shelby and Sam walking hand in hand in the distance and it made me feel even worse.

After the initial shock of realizing we had become wolves and understanding this was our fate, almost everyone had adjusted well. Surprisingly, it did not take long. The first night’s freedom as a wolf was an incredible rush. There is nothing that can compare to the exhilaration of running freely in wolf form; experiencing the land with eyes and ears so keen even the smallest details were highlighted. It was a buzz no normal human could ever experience.

Though we had to stay in the caves during the day until the manhunt for us eased, Michael, Sam, Dave, and Trent visited their chosen mates frequently, and the women seemed pretty happy as their bonding continued. Even though some of the relationships could be volatile at times, the wolves’ keen sense of smell and taste had led them to make the best matches possible.

Lisa and Michael were like two peas in a pod who could barely keep their hands off each other. Shelby and Sam initially seemed more like brother and sister than partners, but their relationship was growing. Though Beverly and Dave had a very antagonistic
relationship, if you believed the rumors, they were rutting like crazed dogs in heat. And
Kaitlyn and Trent had a fiery relationship that matched the color of their tresses. They were either making out or fighting. But, their relationship had a major complication. For some reason, though Kaitlyn had been bitten, she was unable to shift. I knew it was very hard on them both. Of course, Todd was alone, but he seemed to love every second in the wilderness.

I had been the only one that was able to choose her mate, and of course I’d gotten it wrong.

“You want to run with us tonight Kristen?” Michael asked, interrupting my thoughts. But as he said the words, I could see he was entirely focused on Lisa. He was just being nice. Lisa and Michael seemed to be inhaling one another and I decided to leave them to it. Giving them a little wave, I didn’t bother to answer Michael. I knew they wouldn’t notice. I ambled down the small hill and back to the log cabin I shared with Dorian.

Since I had been forced to move in with Dorian to be under his so called “protection,” we hadn’t spoken much. At night I laid in bed next to him, listening to his drunken snores and pushing his roving hands away. To my surprise, he had actually apologized for leaving me alone to shift into my wolf on the night of the full moon. His pale, yellow eyes implored me to forgive him. He could sure turn on the charm when he wanted to. But, more than likely, he didn’t care about my forgiveness. He just didn’t want his father to find out he had been drunk at the Timber Tavern instead of helping me to turn for the first time. Not to mention, he wanted to sweet-talk his way into getting a piece of my curvaceous ass!

BOOK: Craving the Alpha: Part Two: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers)
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