Lost Alpha: Collection (bbw werewolf/shifter romance) (3 page)

The tears started coming back harder now as she pictured herself alone for the rest of her life. Without even thinking she closed her eyes and let out a blood curdling scream, trying to send all her frustration and anger out through her mouth.

BAM!

Her eyes flew open and she slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop in the middle of the road. She was on a country highway and there weren’t any other cars in sight.

“What the fuck did I hit?” she said out loud. She turned and looked back into the road; there was a man, flat on his back, behind her car. “Oh my god!”

She jumped out of the car; rushing over to the man she had just flattened with her car.

“Please don’t be dead,” she said as she jogged to him. “Please don’t be hurt. I don’t need this shit!”

The heel on one shoe broke as she skidded to a stop in front of the man. She yelled out and collapsed forward, landing right in front of the man.

“Son of a bitch,” she said, rubbing her ankle and yanking her shoes off. “This is not my day.”

She looked back at the man to confirm what had made her stop in the first place. He was buck naked.

Why is there a naked man running across the road?
she thought.
Not bad though.

She was still scared shitless because she hit someone with her car, otherwise she might have been turned on. The man she hit looked to be a bit older than her, but still young. His skin was stretched tight over a muscular body, better than any man she had ever seen. His sandy blonde hair was wild and unkempt, matching the dirt on his body perfectly. Between his legs hung the biggest penis she’d ever seen, nearly causing her eyes to bug out of her head.

“Wow,” she whispered, looking down at it. She shook her head and snapped back to reality. “He’s hurt.”

The man appeared to be unconscious, but she didn’t see any blood or wounds on him. She knew she had to call 911 and let an ambulance take him, but her brain began to rack with fear. What if they arrest her for reckless driving? What if he dies? Could she be charged with manslaughter?

Paige instead pulled the man up off the ground, barely able to hoist him. His skin was red hot to the touch and he had to weigh over 200 pounds. Luckily she was stronger than she looked from years of carrying heavy bags at the store. She dragged him across the road, back to her tiny car. Nothing appeared to be broken on the man so she shoved him into the small backseat, letting him lay across the bench seat.

“Please be alive and ok,” she said, settling into the front seat. “Now what?”

She turned her options over in her head several times, trying to figure out what to do with this man. There was no way she could quickly drop him at the hospital, he was too big. The doctors and nurses would see what she was doing as they rushed out and that’d be the end of her. Plus the hospital was too far away. The only thing she could do was bring him home and hope he wasn’t pissed when he woke up. That seemed logical right now: bring the hulking stranger back to her trailer.

He didn’t move the entire drive, not even making a peep. She was shocked he didn’t stir, making her even more fearful that she’d injured him seriously.

Finally, close to evening, she pulled into the gravel driveway that led to her trailer. It was set up on the hill, behind the store. Her parents had left her the land and trailer when they had moved. She wished they’d left all of it to Billy so he couldn’t constantly keep an eye on her, but the store was closed. Billy must have decided to close up shop early due to having no help. His house was further into town, so he wouldn’t see what she was doing now.

It was difficult to drag the slab of man through the trees in front of her trailer and up the steps, but somehow she managed. Once inside she dumped him on the couch and collapsed into her arm chair that rested beside it.

“Oh boy,” she muttered as she panted. “You’re a big boy.”

After regaining her composure she went to her hall linen closet and found an old beat up blanket. She didn’t have much in her trailer; she only kept what she needed to survive. She wasn’t used to entertaining guests so extra pillows and blankets were a foreign concept. The blanket barely covered the naked man, leaving his upper chest exposed.

“Good enough,” she said, walking into the kitchen. All that dragging had worked up her appetite. She thought about cooking something, but instead settled on a bowl of cereal. She came back to her chair and sat down with a bowl of Cheerios. She turned the TV on, lowering the volume so she wouldn’t disturb her guest.

Maybe a little rest is all he needs,
she thought.
I wish he would wake up so I can talk to him.

There was nothing on TV, boring Paige completely. She usually didn’t spend much time at home; she was always on the go. Now she was trapped in the house all weekend, unless she wanted to go to work. The thought of dealing with Billy’s bullshit right now made her stomach turn; she was already in deep enough with the naked man.

My car,
she thought as she watched Twilight on one of the movie channels.
Fuck.

With all the commotion she had forgot to check her car for damage. She flipped on her porch light and ran outside. There was a huge dent on her left fender and hood from where the man had hit it. There was something else stuck in between the fender and hood though.

What the hell is that?
she thought, squatting down and looking at it.
Black fur?
Why was there black fur stuck in her car?

“My poor car,” she whined, looking at the dents. “Now I have to find a body shop.”

She didn’t want to repair the car or file an insurance claim; maybe she could just lie and say she hit a deer. They wouldn’t check on that, right?

She went back into the house and slammed the door, looking down at the passed out man on her couch.

“Why couldn’t you pay attention to what you were doing?” she asked. “This is all your fault!”

She stormed out of the room, slamming her bedroom door behind her. Twice today she had stormed away from a man, she was on a roll.

With nothing left to do she stripped down to nothing but her boy cut panties and climbed into bed, hoping that she could forget the whole day by the time she awoke. It didn’t take long for sleep to completely grip her body and take her to another place.

Sometime during the night it became really hot and humid in her bedroom. She opened her eyes and sat up quickly, realizing she was no longer in her bedroom. Her bed was sitting in the middle of an open forest, a heavy mist hung low over the forest floor obscuring her vision.

“You have awoken,” a voice said beside her. She jumped and turned, finding the stranger she hit with her car standing beside her bed.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Does it matter?” he said. “I am here now.”

“Where are we?” she asked.

“A magical place,” he said. “Can you feel the magic?”

It was magical, more magical than she could imagine. Faeries appeared in the trees, beautiful blue light radiating off their tiny bodies as they buzzed around. The mist began to glow, giving everything an eerie yet beautiful feel.

The naked man slid into her bed, settling down beside her under the covers. The only garment worn between the two of them were her panties which were becoming increasingly wetter as she studied his chiseled male form.

The confidence this naked Adonis carried himself with took her breath away; she had never met a man that was so comfortable in his own skin. The boys in Wounded Bow were just that: boys pretending to be men. This was a man in every sense of the word.

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

“Everything,” he said, reaching between her legs and ripping her panties completely off. “I will take you places you never thought possible.”

“Will you take me out of Wounded Bow?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said.

She dove forward before the words could get out of his mouth and planted her moist lips against his. He wrapped his powerful arms around her and yanked her up onto his lap. She knew she didn’t weigh 130 pounds or whatever the tiny girls weighed, but he had no problem hoisting her onto his lap. He hungrily returned her kisses, his tongue probing the outside of her lips before finding its way into her mouth.

She began to rock back and forth on his lap as he continued to kiss her. He put both hands under her round ass and lifted her before setting her back down on his fully erect manhood.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned as he fully penetrated her sweet opening. She began to slowly rock back and forth as he raised his hips, driving himself completely to the hilt in her.

He was growling now as his pace intensified. His large hands were planted on her waist, moving her up and down on his long, rigid cock. He was so big; every inch of his engorged flesh stretched the inside of her moist pussy.

“Take me harder,” she said as the haze of pain began to dissipate, replaced by extreme pleasure.

He responded with another growl, his hips gyrating back and forth as he bounced her entire form up and down on his lap. Paige’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she threw her head back while arching her back. She had never been manhandled like this and it was amazing.

The floating nymphs all began to chatter in wonder as they watched the carnal display before them. Her ample breasts were in his face now, slapping him as she bounced up and down. The naked male couldn’t resist, he took one plumb, pale mound in his hand and began to squeeze it hard before burying it in his mouth.

Pleasure shot through her entire body as his cock slammed into her vagina while his mouth pleasured her sensitive nipples.

“Fuck me hard!” she screamed. “I’m about to come!”

Just as she almost exploded with full release his hand shot up from her breast and wrapped tight around her throat. He let out a low inhuman growl as he pulled her close to his face.

Paige’s eyes shot open, seeing only the darkness of her room. She was alone in her bedroom, no nymphs, no mist, no forest, just her dark bed. She wasn’t alone though, a powerful hand was wrapped around her throat, holding her at bay.

She felt his face, radiating heat, close to hers as he let out a deep growl.

“Where am I?” he demanded.

She could only sob in fear as his grip tightened while he began sniffing her intently. The naked man was awake now, and he was going to make her pay for nearly killing him.

Chapter 5

Travis did not like the so-called woman he held in his hands. She did not resemble a proper woman at all to him. The women he was used to were sleek, strong and unafraid. This thing was plump, weak and the smell of fear was nearly choking him.

However, he also detected another strong scent on her: arousal. This creature had been aroused before he had come into the room. Her arousal smelled wonderful to him and made his loins ache. It had been a long time since he had mated with anyone or felt the mating thrall take hold of him. Luckily she was not menstruating so he didn’t have to defile his wonderful wolf body by humping this human woman. If she had been in the clutches of her womanly body then he would have had no choice, the primitive part of his brain would have become uncontrollable.

None of that was important right now though, he was locked in this woman’s den and he didn’t know why. Confusion and unanswered questions made Travis angry. Jacob had always warned him about his temper, told him it was unfitting for pack royalty, but it remained with the hot headed youth constantly.

“Where am I?” he demanded half in words and half in growl. He was trying to control his wolf side, but he’d had enough mysteries for this day. He had to get out and find the wererats that killed his pack, and then he would find their vampire master and reclaim his birthright.

“M….my….house,” the human woman squealed. He could smell the salty tears streaming down her face.

“Why have you brought me here?” he asked.

“Y….yo…..you ran in front of my car!” she stammered. “I…co…couldn’t l…l….leave you out there.”

Travis growled, reaching down and feeling the bruise on his hip. If he was human it would have shattered, but wolves were made of sterner stuff.

“Did you hit me with your vehicle?” he asked.

“I didn’t mean to!” she wailed.

“Why would you do that?” he demanded.

“I didn’t mean to!” she screamed. She was turning hysterical now. “You ran out in front of me too quickly for me to stop!”

Travis turned her words over in his head, she was telling the truth. He did not smell a lie on her, she was an honest person.

This one intended you no harm,
Travis thought.
Remember Jacob’s teachings.

Jacob had always taught that humans were not enemies; they were just weak, dumb animals. Some of them could be dangerous and cruel, but for the most part they were just scared cattle that didn’t understand the world around them. With this in mind he released her and sat back on the bed.

“I am sorry for scaring you,” he said, the words hanging hard in his throat. He shouldn’t have to apologize to a human, but it is what Jacob would have demanded of him. “Please forgive me.”

It was pitch black in this tiny bedroom, the human woman couldn’t see him at all but he could see her perfectly. She had light hair that reached past her shoulders framing her full face. She was not ugly, but she wasn’t what he normally found attractive. Her breasts were very large, but they did not hang low like the breasts of the older females in his pack. This one had never had to nurse a litter; she was untouched by child birth.

“Who are you?” she asked, still staying away from him. She did not try to run or scream for help, perhaps she knew she had no chance to escape if she did.

“My name is Travis, Travis Bowshot.”

“Bowshot is your last name?” she asked, one of her eyebrows rising.

“Bowshot is my surname, my pack name and the name of my home,” he said.

The female’s eyes grew wide and her lips formed an O. “You’re from Bowshot? I didn’t know that was a town.”