Bewitching Her Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) Read Free Page A

of light to read Brandon’s note. It read:
     
    N-
     
    I have to see you as soon as possible! Can you meet me tomorrow night? Let me know where and when.
     
    I miss you.
     
    -B
     
    I held the note against me as though I would feel him through the thin paper. I needed to see him, to touch him, to feel his arms around me again. I imagine that this is what an addict feels like when they can think of nothing else but the unshakable need for their drug.
     
    Well, Brandon was my drug. I thought of him constantly and felt a physical need to be with him. Not just because of the way he had made me feel when we were in bed together, but something even deeper than that.
     
    I moved a large rock from beside the wall revealing a shallow hole and a box. I put the note inside and took my parents’ necklaces out and tucked them into my pocket.
     
    I hurried back to Amma’s cabin hoping to have enough time to change before our guests came. I entered through back door and slipped by the kitchen where I could hear Amma humming to herself. I changed my shirt and ran a comb through my hair before trotting down the stairs and asking if there was anything I could to do help finish getting lunch ready.
     
    “Just in time. You can take these drinks out to our guests.” She handed me a tray of iced tea and added a glass for me. “Be nice.” She said in a warning tone that sent a tiny chill up my spine.
     
    When I entered the living room, I immediately saw the reason for the warning. Drew and his father were our guests. Would they ever stop trying to get us together? I swear, for the past year I felt my grandmother’s hand on my back nudging me toward the great hulk of a man. He wasn’t a bad guy, I just wasn’t into him. Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure he was into me.
     
    I screwed on a smile as I stepped over the threshold to the living room to set the tray down on the coffee table. I poured and handed a glass to Drew’s father, Ben, before turning to Drew to do the same. He gave me a broad smile and brushed my fingers as I gave him the glass as though he was confirming my thought of a moment ago.
     
    I sat in the easy chair across from them and noticed again how much alike they were. Both were over six feet tall, barrel-chested with the typical Nordic looks of blond hair and blue eyes. I knew Ben had designs on pairing his son with the future high priestess and leader of this community. The thought made me squeamish.
     
    Thankfully, I only had to make small talk for a short time before Amma called us to the dining room. Lunch was uneventful and it was even somewhat pleasant to watch Amma and Ben shyly flirt with each other. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one that Amma was trying to fix up. Afterwards, they took their mugs of coffee into the living room while Drew and I wandered out onto the deck overlooking the boat dock.
     
    “I brought your canoe back.” Drew said, startling me. “I found it washed up on the shore the morning after the storm.”
     
    “Oh, thank you.” I said, thinking fast. “I must not have tied it up securely.”
     
    “I thought you stayed on the island the night of the storm.” He looked at me quizzically.
     
    “Oh, I did.” I paused again swallowing around my now dry throat. “I must not have tied it up well when I got back in the morning.”
     
    “Oh. I guess that makes sense.” He looked at me as though he were trying to figure something out so I changed the subject.
     
    “What do you think of your Dad and Amma?”
     
    “I don’t know.” He looked through the large glass doors that separated us from them. “I guess it would be ok. Mom’s been gone a long time.” He looked up at me suddenly and asked. “Do you want to go for a walk?”
     
    “Uh...oh...um, not really. I just came back from a walk before lunch. Let’s just sit out here and enjoy the sun.” The last thing I wanted was to be alone with him. We made stilted conversation, but honestly, we had nothing in