Lost Alpha: Collection (bbw werewolf/shifter romance) (2 page)

She looked at herself again in the rearview mirror and smiled. “Fuck him, he’s not going to ruin this weekend.”

Around noon she pulled into Randy’s driveway, parking beside his beat up Ford F250. She shook her head looking at the giant tires he had the truck up on.

He’s such a redneck,
she thought. She tried to reject her country upbringing, not wanting to be seen as a small town Oklahoma girl. She tried to follow all the latest trends online, but it was tough when all of your clothes had to be shipped. There was no Sachs Fifth Avenue in Wounded Bow.

She checked herself in the side mirror; her tits were perky and standing at attention while her heels showed off the muscle and thickness of her legs. She wasn’t the smallest girl on the planet, but she was one of the sexiest.

Work it girl,
she thought as she strutted up the sidewalk.

She rang Randy’s doorbell and poked her chest out, ready to wow him as soon as he turned the knob.

“Who is it?” he called from the other side.

She frowned. “It’s Paige.”

“Oh Paige, I wasn’t expecting you!” he called back. “Hold on let me get something on.”

He’s naked?
she thought.
That’s weird, he never sits around naked.

The door cracked a bit, before she could move forward and push the door open Randy filled the crack, leaning casually against the door frame. His hair was messed up and he was wearing a towel, but other than that he seemed normal.

“What’s up babe?” he asked as he gave her his million dollar smile.

“What were you doing?” she asked, filling something gathering in the pit of her stomach.

“I was sleeping,” he said.

He didn’t look dreamy eyed at all, plus he didn’t sleep naked. She stared at him for a second; he continued to give her his shit-eating grin. Finally she pushed him out of the way, shoving into the house.

“Oh my god,” she said, turning away in disgust. There was a naked woman sitting on his couch, looking up at Paige with a look of contempt. She was a skinny, little bitch with short, dark hair and small tits.

“Can I help you?” the girl asked with a snotty tone to her voice.

“Can you help me bitch? That’s my boyfriend you’re fucking!” she screamed. If she wasn’t a lady she’d fly over there and rip the bitch’s head off.

“Oh sorry,” she said with a giggle. “He’s busy.”

“You fucking bitch!” Paige screamed, rushing forward to claw the whore’s eyes out. Randy grabbed her from behind, wrapping a powerful arm around her waist and hoisting her back towards the door.

“Calm down, Paige!” he said. “Please calm down, I can explain!”

“Explain what?” she screamed as he set her down back in the doorway. “Explain that you’re a fucking pig.”

“I didn’t know you were coming today,” he said bluntly.

“Oh. that just makes it all better doesn’t it? It’s my fucking fault for visiting unannounced!”

“I didn’t say that,” he started to say.

“You’re an asshole and a pig.”

“Let’s not say things we can’t take back,” he said, putting up a hand to calm her.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” she screamed, slapping his hand down. “How many times?”

“How many times what?”

“How many times have you fucked this bitch?”

“You mean today?” he asked.

Paige could see nothing but red now. She tried to stop herself, but her movements were involuntary. She doubled up her fist and let it fly, punching Randy right in the nose. He hollered in pain and fell backwards into the doorway, his towel sliding off to give the neighborhood a view of his package.

“Fuck!” he screamed, grabbing at his bleeding nose. “You bitch!”

“Fuck you, Randy,” she said as she turned to walk away. “You’re a piece of shit. Way to throw five of my best years away.”

She stomped away, leaving him clutching at his nose in the doorway. As she made it to her car she saw him regrouping and heading for her out the door. She ignored him and jumped into the front seat, locking the door behind her. It didn’t take him long to get to the car and begin pounding on the windows.

“Talk to me Paige!” he yelled. “I can forgive you for hitting me. Just talk to me.”

She was trying to be tough, but that didn’t come naturally for her. Instead she felt the tears beginning to stream down her face, running her mascara in the process.

“Please, baby,” he begged just outside her window “Please talk to me baby.”

“Fuck you!” she screamed, throwing the car into gear. She couldn’t see a thing through the tears that blurred her vision, but she sped backwards out of the driveway anyway. She heard Randy scream as she reversed the car, and she could vaguely make out the fact he was laying on the ground as she sped away.

She was almost home when she noticed her side mirror was missing, probably taken off by Randy’s body.

Chapter 3

Travis woke up as the first rays of morning light broke through the trees and reflected off the windows of Bowshots’ cottages. He yawned and stretched out all four legs as he sniffed the morning air.

The air hung heavy with the scent of morning dew, and blood. He looked down at the fallen body of Jacob and whined, remembering the night before. He had hoped it was all just a horrid dream, but he was still lost.

The shift back into human form was confining, uncomfortable, but he did it anyway to better root around in his mate’s cottages. There had to be some clue to what happened, he knew it.

After hours of exhaustive searching he found nothing.

“Why did you all have to die?” he whispered as he walked out of the last cottage and back into the road. His entire pack was wiped off the face of the Earth and he didn’t know why. “I’m not going to get anything done just standing around mourning.”

He needed to bury the bodies of his pack, but he had already lost precious time by falling asleep next to Jacob’s body. He had to exact revenge on his pack’s killer before they got too far away.

With a heavy heart he dragged every member of his pack into the northernmost cottage, one that was far enough away from the others to not spread the fire. After every body was locked inside he grabbed the gasoline they kept behind a storage shed and poured it all over the cottage.

“Goodbye everyone,” he said as he lit a match and tossed it onto the cottage. The wood structure immediately went up in flames, baking everyone inside. The forest floor was wet enough to prevent the spread of fire to the other cottages.

Travis silently watched it burn, smelling the charring flesh of his pack as the fire spread. It was a horrid smell that stung his nostrils, but he imprinted it in his memory.

“Anytime I feel like giving up, I’ll remember your pain and I’ll remember this smell,” he said aloud. “I vow I will not rest until I have revenge for your death.”

Something pulled at Travis, beckoning him to enter Jacob’s cabin one last time. Since he had discovered he was a wolf, at six years old, he always followed his instinct; it was the only thing he could trust. He slowly walked into the cabin, the biggest one in Bowshot, and looked around for something, anything. His keen eyes searched the room, trying to find the slightest disturbance.

“Where?” he asked, still scanning the room. Then it hit him, right in front of his eyes. Above the fireplace Jacob had hung a large staff with a red crystal on one end and feathers hanging from it. “His Comanche staff, where is it?”

Travis looked around the area where it had hung, finding nothing. He felt his blood boil as he realized the attack must have been for the pack’s most treasured possession.

“So this is what it was all about?” he asked, staring at the blank spot where it used to hang. He thought back to a day fifteen years ago, when he was just thirteen years old, when he first asked about the staff.

“What is that?” Travis asked, rushing into the cabin with wide-eyed wonderment. It was rare Jacob allowed anyone into his cabin, but he seemed to have taken a shine to the young pup.

Jacob walked over and placed one hand on the wooden staff, rubbing all the way to the tip where a red crystal sat imbedded in the end. Two long eagle feathers hung beside the crystal.

“This is a very special object,” Jacob said. “It’s the reason we even have a pack.”

“How so?” Travis asked, looking up at his surrogate father’s kindly face. Jacob was old by human standards, but still in the prime of his life by wolf standards. He had a large black beard with silver streaks in it that hid most of his face. Still, his smile was able to light the room from behind the wild frock of facial hair.

“I obtained this a long time ago, when I was a lone wolf,” Jacob said.

“You were a loner?” Travis asked. “You didn’t even have a pack?”

“I was an alpha without a pack,” Jacob said, laughing. “I have always believed that being an alpha is something you are born with, not something you learn. I’ve always had the drive to be an alpha male, and so do you. Wolves like Liam aren’t alpha wolves, they aren’t born with the right stuff.”

Young Travis laughed at his alpha’s banter. Liam was an older wolf, close to Jacob’s age, but he had never amounted to much of anything in the pack. It was obvious he would die having never sired his own child or taken on any kind of leadership role. “So you were a lost alpha trying to find your pack?”

“That’s a good way to put it young one,” Jacob said. “To have a pack you have to have land. I had no land. When I found this land, it was owned by an old sect of the Comanche tribe. They were under threat from a vampire attack.”

“Vampire?” Travis asked, his eyes growing wide. “Why?”

“The vampire wanted this land too,” Jacob said. “Vampires are greedy creatures, looking to enslave and dominate others. There’s oil on this land son, but the tribes owned it and wouldn’t let anyone move in and take it. Vampires live for a long time and amass great wealth. This one saw an opportunity to try and grab this valuable land from the Comanche tribe. They begged me for my help to stop the greedy bloodsucker.”

“What did you do?”

“I waited until the full moon and shifted into my lunar form. A vampire is no match for an alpha wolf in lunar form. I was able to rip him limb from limb and turn him to ash. They say vampires are immortal, but they don’t do too well without their heads.”

“So then what happened?”

“The Comanche tribe was old and tired, my boy. They did not want to hold this land anymore, but they wouldn’t give it over to anyone that was going to drill on it for oil. They turned the land over to me because they knew I would respect it and hold it. They even gave me some of their younger, stronger members to join my new pack.”

“Where did they go?” Travis asked. He had known some of the pack members were Native American but he had figured they found their way to the pack like every other wolf.

“They all moved away to different parts of the state and country to live out their days,” Jacob said. “The old chief, Strong Bull, moved into Wounded Bow and he still lives there to this day.”

“So what does the staff do?”

“Strong Bull put a curse on the land before leaving. Anyone that does not have possession of this staff is not allowed to use the land. This signifies that we are the rightful owners of this land. Without it the spirits would remove us from the land with force.”

In the present Travis stood like a statue in front of the blank spot on the wall, a single tear rolling down his cheek. “Now I have no pack, just like you. I need the staff, but who took it?”

Travis got low, sniffing around the mantle for some scent. Then the lack of scent hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Vampires,” he growled. He loathed vampires; they were all prissy, blood sucking pansies. They thought they were kings of the supernatural community, trying to lord it over werewolves, but vanishing into the shadows when wolves assumed their lunar forms. The sissies also left no scent behind, making it hard for a wolf to track them. “There was a fucking vampire here.”

Travis felt his body begin to twist and shrink, changing into his most favorite form. The unmistakable sound of bone twisting and breaking filled the morning air. He sprouted black hair over his entire body as he twisted into the unmistakable form of a dire wolf.

He growled and snapped at the air before bounding out the door and into the woods, heading straight for Wounded Bow. He had murder and revenge on his mind and he thought of slaughtering the whole town when he arrived. It was the only town within 40 miles of Bowshot; the rats had to be hiding there.

Chapter 4

Paige eventually calmed down halfway home, finally able to see through the tears. She had given her entire adult life, to this point, to that man and he just threw it all away.

“He’s a fucking pig,” she repeated for the umpteenth time. “I’m young and I’m hot, I’ll be ok. There will be other men lining up for me.”

She hoped that was true, but she knew it’d be hard in her tiny town where she had known everyone since childhood. Her mind traveled to other eligible bachelors in town. There was Robert May Jenkins. He owned the local feed store, but she didn’t think she’d ever seen him in anything except overalls. There was also Jeremiah Clampton, but he may declare her a witch and burn her at the cross. Maybe Skinny Richards? No, he didn’t have all his teeth. There was always Trevor Lockhart. He was a decent looking young man. No, the Lockharts all lived together in their dilapidated mansion outside town. She did not want to end up in that family. How about Dario Udoh? He was the most eligible bachelor in town, but because he was black a lot of the girls stayed away. Still he had a perfectly chiseled lean body and there was something exotic about his long dreadlocks. Still, he was a hermit that lived just outside of town and she hardly ever saw him except for the odd night he made his way into the store just before close. He was a dead end too.