Undercover Alpha: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Romance (9 page)

It happened all at once, like Jason had said. It was almost like watching him drop to his knees, only as he dropped, he changed. One second there was the man, and half a second later, the wolf and a pile of clothes. “Wow,” she said, as Jason snuffled at the box. She picked up the clothes. Jeans—she had to make sure that his wallet didn’t fall out—t-shirt, boxers. Cotton, but not cheap cotton. They were still warm from his body. She unlocked the door, and Jason scampered inside.

“Should I—?” Could he understand her now?

He shook his head and changed again, fur shifting into hair, his broad shoulders forming under the fur, and there was a man on his knees before her. “I don’t smell anything,” he said, “you can bring it in.”

She shoved the box in. It was heavy. She shut the door behind her.

“Lock it,” he said, standing up slowly and giving her a full look at him. Broad chest, thick muscles, hard dick. Wow, was it hard, and big, and—

She shoved the lock in place. “I’ve got condoms,” she said. “In my bedroom.”

“Bought some last night,” he said. He grinned. “Hope I wasn’t getting too far ahead of myself.”

“No,” she said, pulling her t-shirt over her head. “I guess not. You want—”

“I want you just the way you are,” he said, pulling her close. His skin felt warm against hers, electric. They kissed again, and he put his hand behind her head, pulling her closer. She could feel his erection against her jeans. He started unbuttoning them, and for as big as his hands were, he was damn good at fiddling with buttons and zippers. He slid his hands over her butt, and pulled her even closer.

He moved, and suddenly her jeans were off. He was quick for as big as he was, too. He pushed her back, her ass against the table. “Hold on,” he said, and there she was, shirt off, legs spread, jeans on the floor.

He came back with a condom. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s do this.”

“Let me,” she said. “I wanna put it on.”

“Yeah,” he said, his teeth bright and white and predatory. “I’d like that.”

She unwrapped the condom, trying to keep her hands steady, and reached out to his cock. “Come on,” she said. “Closer.”

He stepped closer, and she rolled the condom over his cock, slowly, carefully. “You drive me crazy,” he said.

She licked her lips. “Show me,” she said, feeling brave and wild.

He lifted her like she was nothing—like no one had even come close since she was a kid—and put her up on the kitchen table, pushing himself between her legs. She almost held her breath as he started slipping in.

He felt thick and hard and perfect. Just her size. So much of him, but it didn’t hurt; she was already so wet. So ready for him. Her clit was throbbing. She gripped the edge of the table and held on.

She didn’t have to wait long. He started thrusting, fast and hard, and she grabbed the table harder, trying to keep her balance, trying to keep her legs open enough, let all of him in.

“You’re so,” he said. “So—”

He never finished the sentence. He just thrust, pushing her against the table so hard she had to hang on so she wouldn’t slide across the surface. She was half afraid if she didn’t, she’d fall right off the other side of the table. But he put his hands on her hips and drew her closer, held her steady as he thrust into her. It rocked her, body and soul. She could feel how hard her nipples were in her bra, and she wanted to shove it off, but she was too busy holding on, too busy feeling Jason’s dick slide into her, again and again and again.

“Close,” he panted, “so—”

One of his hands came off her hip and moved closer, further in—

His thumb was rubbing circles on her clit, soft, light—

She came then, orgasm rushing through her like a bullet train, starting at her toes and working up through the rest of her body. She cried out, and she could hear James roaring. She’d never felt anything like it, anything this good, this perfect. She took the time she took catching her breath to take him in, his muscular chest covered in dark hair, his strong jaw, his warm, raw mouth. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, finally, when he had caught his own breath. “I…I can’t even believe I’m here with you.”

“You’re something,” she said.

He laughed. “I guess we ought to do something about this box,” he said, and she missed him as he slid out of her. “Maybe I should put my pants on.”

She grinned. “You don’t have to.”

“Yeah, well, I probably should or we’ll never get to it.” The smile he flashed her was almost shy. “I’m flattered.”

“You’re gorgeous,” she confessed.

“Takes gorgeous to know gorgeous,” he said, grabbing his jeans from where Lucy had left them. “The box smells fine. Like little old lady. Not toxic, last I looked.”

“I didn’t recognize the address. Loudonville, New York. I think that’s upstate.”

“You got me, I’m from that other coast.” He started pulling his jeans on. “Just open it carefully, and I’m here if anything goes wrong.”

“Okay,” she said. She pulled her own jeans on and found the box cutter in the junk drawer. The box opened easily enough. It had a note on top of a layer of tissue paper.

Lucy,

Oliver Rome asked me many years ago to pass these items on to you after his death. I apologize for not calling you first, but I’m not very good on the phone these days, and I thought a letter would be sufficient. While he trusted his lawyers, there were some things he preferred to be handled personally. I confess, I was a bit worried that I might not outlive him, by the end—he had a long and full life.

You may have questions after reading all this. I might, if I were in your place. I am happy to answer any of them you have to the best of your ability.

With regards,

Emily Lee

“You ever heard that name?” Lucy asked. “Emily Lee?”

“Nope,” he said. “I met a couple people from the clan, but no Emily Lee.”

“Was Richard a werewolf?”

Jason shook his head. “Just a normal human.” He’d put his shirt back on too.
Too bad.

Lucy put the letter on the dining room table.

“I’ll bring the box over on the couch,” he said. “We can go through it together.”

“Okay,” she said. “Is it heavy?”

“Not really,” he said, lifting it up. “I can smell paper, now it’s open. Lilac scent.”

“Well, as long as I don’t get a paper cut,” she said, and lifted the first page of tissue paper.

There was another letter immediately below, also addressed to her. The handwriting was different. She sat down and opened it up.

***

Lucy,

I must apologize, deeply, for my lack of contact over these many years. Your father’s family would not have approved of me, and for too long I assumed your father would be no different. By the time I learned differently, I had no idea how to make up for all the lost time. I hope you will be able to forgive me.

I feel silly writing, ‘by the time you read this, I will be gone,’ but it’s true. Richard has been given my orders as to the distribution of my estate, but I already know that you will be the Queen to our little clan. I know it must come as something of a shock, but from what I have learned about you, I know you will rise to the occasion and help us We have a long history, much of which I’ve been writing up in my retirement. I hope the knowledge will help make up for what my absence entailed.

If I am fortunate, I will have accomplished the clan alliance between our clan and the Kwoli clan. If not, their alpha, Jason Hewett, has proven himself trustworthy and honest. I feel confident saying you can finish negotiating with him successfully, and I must say, if love were to blossom between him and you or your younger sister…but I am gone, as I said, and it’s not really any business of mine any more.

Keep the clan strong. In return, you will want for nothing. My love and best wishes are with you. Please share them with your sisters as well. I hope they will understand.

Yours with affection,

Oliver.

Lucy read the letter silently, and Jason watched her face as she reached the last line. He’d sat next to her, and he felt lucky he let her read over her shoulder.

So Oliver
had
known. He hadn’t told Jason—maybe he thought it would be better if Jason found out who the clan Queen was on his own. Maybe he hadn’t wanted Jason to marry for power.

He’d liked the guy. He wished they’d had the chance to meet face to face, to have him tell Lucy the truth about werewolves, about the clans.

There were more letters under the first envelope. Lots more.

“What did he mean about Dad’s family not approving of him?” he asked.

“Not sure,” Lucy said. “I mean, you guys can hide the werewolf thing pretty well, right?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“They’re pretty conservative. Maybe he was gay. Or an actor. Or a Buddhist.”

“I don’t think he was a Buddhist,” he said. “Let’s read through the letters, maybe that’ll help.”

There were two piles of letters, tied with string. One had a post-it with
Personal
written on it, in Oliver’s handwriting. The second post-it said
Clan Business.

Lucy looked at them both for a second. “I’d better read these,” she said, picking up the
Clan Business
pile. “Why don’t you start on the second pile, tell me what stands out. I can read through it all later, but right now…I want to know why he sent these to me.”

Jason had to admit he did too. And sitting next to the woman he loved certainly didn’t sound like a bad way to spend an hour or two.

There was a stack of about twenty letters. It looked like the oldest one was on the top, so he started there.

Ollie,

Been far too long since my last letter. I miss you, miss you like I’d miss water or breathing, but I’m damned if I can spare a minute to actually write. We’re working 18-hour shifts, and then I fall into bed, fall back out, eat half my weight and do it all over again. Almost lost one last night and I ended up staying on for 21 hours. Personal record. The kid’s okay, though. Might even make it.

Takes a lot out of you. But it’s sure nice when they go home.

Think maybe it’s okay I’m not going to be a parent. Not sure I could survive it.

Be careful. I’ll be home soon.

E

Who was E? Sounded like a medical resident from the letter. Then there was Emily Lee, but the handwriting didn’t match. The letters continued. As time passed the letters from E were less guarded, more passionate.

Packs are ridiculous. Take up too much of your time. Guess I can’t complain, since that’s how you found me. Come home soon, I miss you.

Had several offers from beautiful women. Wish I could tell them the truth. No one here holds a candle to you.

“They’re mostly love letters,” Jason said. “From someone named ‘E.’”

“Interesting,” she said, but her attention was held by the letter she was reading. “Tribute,” she said. “It’s more than dead animals.”

It wasn’t a question but he answered it. “Historically, the other clan members kept the Alpha maintained, and the Alpha, in turn, took care of the clan members. Usually now we have jobs too, but…there’s money.”

“You’re an alpha,” she said. “People—send you money?”

“Not like that,” he said. “Not any more. I’ve inherited money, and property, and I’ll admit those investments would keep me afloat even if I didn’t work. But I also manage the clan investments. We have an emergency fund, and that’s vital. We’ve had mudslides and earthquakes, all that stuff. We’re a lot quicker than FEMA. And of course, we were a lot more important before FEMA existed.”

“Do you feel like…do you feel responsible?”

“Responsible is exactly it,” he said, putting a hand on her thigh and hoping it was reassuring. “That’s what an Alpha is. You guide, advise, and look after the clan. And…sometimes you have to intervene, when things get out of hand. But that’s rare.”

“Intervene how?”

“It depends,” he said. “Usually you just get the other clan members and talk it out. Once in a while you have to take action, but when you’re in charge, your word goes. They can all feel it. You’ll feel it too, when you’re in the pack.”

“It’s not how wolves do it, though,” she said. “They…fight and stuff, right?”

“We’re not—” He hesitated for a minute, trying to figure out how to explain it to her. “We’re not completely like wolves. I mean, we’re not wolves, we’re werewolves. I know we look like dogs or wolves, but there are a lot of differences. But we’re human-looking too, and we’re not completely like humans. We’re our own special thing. And you’re part of that, too. You have power. And I can help show you how to use it.” He squeezed her leg. “And I’m not the only Alpha. There are…there are lots of clans. Mostly we trust each other. I could certainly get a couple of Queens together for you to talk to.”

“I…I don’t know,” she said, putting the letter in her hand aside and opening another. “Let me read through all this. It’s a lot.” She smiled a little and leaned into him. “Tell me if those love letters get steamy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The next letter looked like it had been steamy, but Oliver—or someone—had drawn through one paragraph with black Sharpie. He had to laugh. The next letter wasn’t a letter—it was a card, a birth announcement. Frieda Elaine Johnson. There was a hand-written note.
A new member of the clan,
it said. It must have been sent by Lucy’s mother. He tapped Lucy’s leg and handed it to her.

“Oh,” she said. She bit her lip. “That’s Mom’s handwriting.”

“I kind of wondered,” he said gently.

“I wish…I wish I remembered her more. She could have explained all of this. She would have—”

“I know,” he said. “I’m sure she would have.”

Another letter from E, this one with a name.
Ethan.
“He was gay,” he said. “The love letters. A man named Ethan.”

“Dad’s family…yeah. That would’ve been a problem.” She looked over at him. “Werewolves…how are you guys? Would he—”