Mated to the Pack

Mated to the Pack

A
BBW Shifter Ménage Paranormal Romance

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For Allison, the night started off with a
breakup that left her wondering if life could get any worse. Her
boyfriend had cheated on her… again… and with a thinner woman…
again. She should have been used to it by now, but every time a man
broke her heart this way, the curvy beauty felt worse.

But the night could get worse, and it did.
Attacked by a vicious pack of wolves, Allison’s world fades into
darkness.

But she awakened into a world of mystery and
intrigue, where three gorgeous men claim to be werewolves, and say
they are protecting her from a rival wolf pack that wants to harm
her.

It’s ridiculous. Werewolves don’t exist. And
men like this aren’t interested in plus sized girls like her. Are
they?

Soon she is embroiled in the midst of a
bitter rivalry between two packs – a feud that has lasted for
decades and has finally reached a boiling point. And worst of all,
her presence is threatening to destroy the pack that is trying to
protect her.

But a meeting with the Primrose Peak
Shifters leads Allison and the pack down a new path – and one that
could lead to happiness and pleasure for her and the three gorgeous
men she’s come to care for so deeply!

Note: This book was previously published in
a much shorter version as Rescued by the Pack by Leah Knight. It
has been revised and expanding, including tons of new and exciting
content!

© Copyright 2014, Alanis Knight, All Rights
Reserved

“I’ve had it with you!” shouted Allison
Randall, throwing her boyfriend’s jacket at him. “I’m going for a
walk, and if you’re still here when I get back, I’m calling the
police!”

Allison stormed out of her house seething
with rage. She’d just found evidence that Kyle was cheating on her
– again. He was a habitual cheater, and she’d finally had
enough.

To make matters worse, the girl he’d been
sleeping with was a co-worker – a thin young blonde who probably
could have fit into one of Allison’s pant legs. She supposed she
should have been used to it by now. After all, every guy she’d ever
been with had either cheated on her with, or left her for, a
thinner woman. But somehow the pain never got any easier.

The night air was chilly, and she’d left in
such a huff that she’d forgotten her coat. She shivered and picked
up her pace, hoping the activity would warm her. She jogged into
the woods behind her house. Though it was nearly midnight, the moon
was full and bright, and the silvery beams of moonlight lit her
path.

“Damn him,” she muttered. “Damn him to hell!
The nerve of that bastard. I’ve been supporting him for months, and
he’s got no appreciation!”

She continued walking deeper and deeper into
the forest, mumbling and grumbling as she went. In her anger, she
scarcely noticed the thick fog beginning to roll in, nor the clouds
that had begun to blot out the moonlight.

It wasn’t until she heard the low, somber
howl of a wolf in the distance that she froze and became aware of
the change in her surroundings. A chill swept over her body,
causing tiny goose bumps to erupt on her skin. An owl hooted in a
nearby tree, and she gasped, nearly jumping out of her skin.

“I’d better get back,” she mumbled
nervously, turning to head back toward her house.

As she turned, she froze in sheer terror.
Standing before her was a massive, hulking wolf with his terrible
fangs bared. He snarled ferociously, and she shrieked. She turned
to flee, but two more wolves were closing in on her from opposing
angles. She was surrounded.

She paused for a moment as the color drained
from her face, leaving her with a ghostly pallor, and then tried to
make a dash past the lone wolf that stood between her and her home.
The lead wolf lunged at her, knocking her to the ground. She tried
to scramble to her feet, but the wolf mounted her, his massive paws
pinning her to the frigid ground. He was snarling furiously.

Panic set in. Her body began to tremble, and
a wave of nausea caused her stomach to lurch wretchedly. Her heart
was pounding wildly in her chest, and she could scarcely breathe.
In a moment, her vision began to blur. Just before she lapsed into
darkness, she thought she heard a hollow thud and then the pitiful
whine of a wolf in pain, and she seemed lighter, somehow.

Allison awoke to the sound of conversation
nearby. Her vision faded in and out as her eyes attempted to adjust
to the low light in the room, and as she attempted to sit up, she
swayed and collapsed backward.

“Hey, she’s awake!” she heard a voice
say.

“Where am I?” she asked, touching her
swimming forehead weakly.

“You’re at our den,” a voice said.

She turned toward the sound of the voice,
and a young man no older than eighteen took a step toward her. He
wore nothing but a pair of black shorts, and beads of sweat
trickled down his chest. His face appeared kind and gentle.

“Who are you?” she asked cautiously.

He smiled. “I’m Logan,” he said cheerfully.
“What’s your name?”

“A-Allison,” she muttered.

“Pretty,” he commented. “I like it.”

“Where am I?” she asked again.

“Like I said, you’re in our den,” Logan said
brightly.

“Den? You mean, like a living room?”

“No. Well, it’s kind of like where we…”
Logan started to explain.

“Enough!” boomed a deeper voice behind
them.

Allison’s body jerked with surprise, and she
turned to face the source of the new voice. Two more men, both a
bit older than Logan, stepped out of the shadows. Both were wearing
nothing but black shorts. Their muscles rippled and twitched as
they sauntered over. One appeared to be around thirty, and the
other perhaps a few years older than Logan, around twenty-five,
perhaps.

“I’m Michael, and this is Luke,” the older
male explained. “Luke and Logan are brothers. They’re my…
lieutenants, I guess you could say.”

“Lieutenants,” Allison repeated. “Are you in
some kind of army?”

“Something like that,” Michael chuckled.

“Why am I here?” she asked.

“You don’t remember?” Michael asked
incredulously. “You fainted in the woods. We brought you here to
keep you safe.”

Her mind was fuzzy, but she remembered bits
and pieces of what had happened in the woods.

“Keep me safe? Oh, you mean from the
wolves?” she asked.

The three men burst into laughter, and her
face flushed pink. Perhaps she’d dreamed the whole thing. Maybe
she’d fainted, and she’d imagined all of it.

“Are you hungry?” Michael asked.

“N-no,” she answered, shaking her head. “I’d
like to go home, now.”

She attempted to stand, but something caught
her ankle. She looked down, and noticed an iron shackle around it.
She shackle was attached to the foot of the bed on which she was
lying.

“What the hell?” she shouted. “Why am I
chained? Let me go!”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Michael
said firmly.

“What? Why the fuck not?
Let me
go
!”

Allison jerked her ankle, trying to yank the
chain free of the bed. It held firm, and she snarled viciously.

“Please, calm down,” Michael said gently.
“We only mean to protect you.”

“By chaining me to a bed?” she shouted. “Let
me go, or I swear I’ll scream!”

“You can scream if you like, but there’s no
one out here to hear you,” Michael said.

“Oh, really?” she remarked in a very snotty
voice. “Fine, but I warned you. Help!
Help
!”

She continued to scream, but the men just
laughed at her. They clearly weren’t worried about her being heard.
She decided they must be telling the truth about no one being
around to hear, so she stopped screaming and kicked the foot of the
bed and growled in frustration.

“I’m afraid we can’t let you go, but we
don’t want to harm you,” Michael said smoothly. “Are you
comfortable? Is there anything we can bring you?”

“Why can’t you let me go?” she asked. “I
won’t tell anyone about this. I swear!”

“It’s not about that,” Michael said. “You
wouldn’t be safe out there now.”

“Why not?”

Michael sighed, and his head and shoulders
slouched forward.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Allison
demanded.

“Alright, you’ll have to hear this at some
point,” Michael said. “We’re a werewolf pack, and a rival pack
tried to take you. They attacked you in the forest, and we saved
you.”

Laughing, Allison said, “Werewolves don’t
exist.”