In Love with a White Wolf (Paranormal BWWM Interracial Alpha Male Erotic Romance) Read Free

landing on the prey below him.
     
    “What the fuck?!” Tom screamed, struggling under Rogue’s weight. “Get this fucking beast off me!”
     
    The boy with the gun took aim and fired twice into Rogue’s side, knocking him off Tom. I screamed—this really was the worst night of my life!
     
    “Rogue, no!” He had just been trying to save me!
     
    “Is that a fucking wolf?” Tom demanded of me but I was hysterical, sobbing, unable to look at the bloody, grey pile of fur that had once been Rogue.
     
    “Why the fuck is there a wolf?” the boy with the gun wondered.
     
    And then, something amazing happened. Rogue stood back up. Slowly, but surely, he stood. In the pale moonlight, I could see the wounds in his side start to disappear, the blood dry and fade.
     
    Rogue growled, blood still dripping from his mouth. The boy with the gun took aim again and fired, the round crashing into Rogue. This time, the wolf didn’t even flinch. Instead, he began to—I guess the only way I could describe it is transform.
     
    He began to grow tall and broad, like a human, a human man. He was naked and his fur fell away, revealing a handsome young man, a white man, his chest splattered with blood. He was totally naked, revealing a physically perfect male physique—he had the type of body that made underwear models and soap opera stars insecure, perfectly proportioned, his muscles flexed and tight under the stress of the situation. His hair was a little long, almost down to his shoulders. He was gorgeous.
     
    “Rogue!” I screamed.
     
    The boy with the gun screamed too and fired another two shots but Rogue was too fast. He ducked and dashed forward, tackling the boy and knocking him to the ground. He straddled the boy and laid into him: one, two, three punches and the boy was out.
     
    Then, he turned on the other boy, the one still holding me, whose dick I had punched.
     
    “Run, you fucker,” he growled. That’s all the boy needed: he took off through the cornrows, never to be seen again.
     
    That left only Tom. Rogue rounded on his last enemy, his fingers outstretched and flexing as if he were already fantasizing about wrapping his fingers around Tom’s neck and squeezing till he popped.
     
    “What are you?!” Tom screamed. He backed away from Rogue and tripped over something, falling to his ass and scrambling along the ground frantically.
     
    “I’m the thing your mother warned you about,” Rogue growled. “I’m what goes bump in the night. I am a motherfucking werewolf.”
     
    A stiff, bracing late spring wind blew across the fields in the wake of his revelation. I saw Rogue, outlined by the moon, standing over Tom’s trembling form.
     
    “A what?” Tom breathed after a second, almost panting.
     
    “Did I stutter?”
     
    “What?”
     
    “Did I stutter?”
     
    “N-no!”
     
    “Then,” Rogue asked, calmly but firmly, fire blazing in his eyes and his words. “What am I?”
                 
    “A… A werewolf?”
     
    “Almost.”
     
    “A motherfucking werewolf?”
     
    “Bingo.”
     
    And then, Rogue grabbed Tom around the throat and lifted him up into the air, squeezing hard. Tom grabbed at Rogue’s hand, tearing and scratching at his flesh but it was useless. Rogue squeezed until Tom passed out and then dropped him like a useless pile of bricks.
     
    Now, finally, he turned to me. I knew, logically, that I should be scared, but honestly, I wasn’t. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I can’t explain how I knew it but I was positive he wouldn’t hurt me in the slightest. I felt totally safe.
     
    “Are you all right?” he asked me softly, coming towards me. He picked me up, his strong arms incredible gentle around me, and set me on my feet.
     
    “I’m… I’m fine. Now,” I said. I leaned into his arms, inhaling his musky, masculine sweat—he smelled vaguely of wheat and corn and pine needles.
     
    “Good,” he said, stroking my hair.
     
    “Rogue… How? What?” I