Alpha Breed: Werewolf Bikers (Sex & Violence Book 1) Read Free

crashing.
     
    Thinking back on it, she knew he had sniffed her out, and now his odd yet alluring behaviors, including those of the other bikers, began to make sense. They weren’t people at all, and with that thought she looked down at her mead wondering if it contained something more sinister than alcohol. Her wolf suspicions were confirmed when a bestial roar erupted from Arn’s throat and she could see rows of enlarged and sharp teeth in his open mouth. Arn’s already muscular body seemed to have increased in size in the blink of an eye, and suddenly he crouched low to the ground and spread his hands wide to reveal that his fingers had sprouted what looked like short claws. Brienne could only see Roland’s back, but as she watched his body seemed to swell, with both power and with sheer muscle. The two men had shifted from human beings into something else, somewhere halfway between wolf and man.
     
    Brienne’s hand dropped the mead and she ignored the amber liquid as it splashed onto her foot once it hit the ground. The two shifters howled in voices beyond human and launched themselves at each other. They ripped into each other with claw and fang as they fought, their combat style looking like a strange blend of wrestling and slashing. It was then that she realized they were fighting like animals trapped in mostly human bodies, and suddenly their battle’s significance swept into Brienne’s consciousness. This was her dream, from the otherworldly journey through the moonlit roads to the gathering of wolves, and now the bloody contest between the pack alphas. For what else could they be but alphas? Roland had said they were the alpha breed had he not? As she looked around many of the other bikers from both groups had either shifted into similar half-forms or had transformed themselves into wolves entirely.
     
    Brienne’s knees threatened to give out beneath her as the realization of her dream’s living and breathing reality mixed with the passionate desire surging through her womanhood.
     
    Fucking werewolves were fucking real!
     
    The young woman could feel the moonlight caress her skin with a kind of energy, and as she breathed in she found that the scent of the scene was sharp in her nose. There was power everywhere, flowing as invisible rivers through the land, the trees, and the shifters who stood around the burning fires. The taste of alpha blood was on her lips as the raw energy of the two combatants spilled into the clearing. Brienne fell to her knees and pushed her hands into the dirt as she arched her back and moaned with a mixture of desire and raw exaltation. She felt more alive in that moment that at any other time in her life, as if the sight of the wolves and the knowledge of their existence had unlocked something inside her. It was like a door had opened and from it poured a kind of magic, for what else could it be? She was watching two alpha werewolves battling each other, and if her dreams continued to hold true they fought for the right to breed her.
     
    Soon the winner would take her, and in that moment she wanted nothing more than to be taken. Brienne heard a whelp of pain and opened her eyes in time to see Roland holding Arn above his head and slamming the smaller shifter hard into the dirt. Brienne felt Arn’s body hit the ground as if she was the ground herself. Arn was in a daze, his body slashed and bashed bloody, though he whimpered again and exposed his neck to Roland before the powerful alpha struck him again. The dominant alpha gathered a lungful of air and roared mightily at Arn’s pack as he stood over the defeated alpha’s prone form. Roland then stood up straight and turned away from the scene to return to the fire. When he did the shifter locked eyes with Brienne as she still crouched on all fours in front of the fire.
     
    Roland was sweaty and bloody and filled with the power of his victory, and to Brienne’s eyes it looked as if hundreds of tiny Celtic knots swirled