In Need Of An Alpha (Interracial Paranormal Shifter Romance) Read Free

took hold.
    “That’s right. The head alpha owns the I.G.T. Company.”
    “What happens to Lyndon?”
    “This will be a fight to the death,” he said. He saw my eyes cast downward. He tilted my chin back up, which forced me to smile once I saw his wide grin pointing my way.
    “You can’t lose.”
    “I’m not going to,” he said, and stopped. Some creases formed on that beautiful face. He looked like he was in pain.
    I sank into that beautiful blue ocean and waited for him, but he pulled away.
    His hands left my side. A deep longing rushed through me. That touch had seemed so right. Now he was gone, and I didn’t want to worry, but he might never come back again. He was confident, but I wondered just how much of that was for my sake.
    He stood behind his desk again. Hands at his side, he seemed in a grim mood. Did I do that to him?
    “I wanted to tell you before it happened. I thought you should know.”
    There were words missing at the end of that: in case something should happen to me.
    I didn’t want to give up Evan.
    “Thank you,” I said. I realized that wasn’t quite enough. “You’ll be here tomorrow?”
    “If all goes well, I’ll be your new boss.”
    My billionaire fantasies come true. I would report directly to Evan. My naughty sex craved the idea as the heat hit me and my clit throbbed. Talking to Evan, even if it was a serious conversation, got me nice and slick. It wasn’t appropriate timing, but my naughty parts didn’t care about timing.
    Evan sat back down at his desk. He heaved a great sigh and looked away from me.
    So that was it?
    “What about us?” I wanted to ask, but it seemed to pale in comparison to a fight to the death.
    I figured he’d given me his answer. He was no longer interested.
    I couldn’t blame him. No matter what mood I was in, I should’ve at least told him “Yes.” I’d been a fool for saying no. I couldn’t hang around forever and wait for him to ask me.
    Retreating, I didn’t make it to my desk before I heard the buzzing of my phone. Lyndon calling already. The buzzer kept going in jarring staccato like Lyndon was busy pounding it with his fist. There was no way for me to stop it, either. If he called me, that would be a different story, but he preferred to just buzz me and expect me to be at his beck and call, which technically, I was.
    How glorious would it be if I could just rip that phone off my desk? I thought about it constantly.
    There were still bills to pay, debts to settle, and a future to be bought. I couldn't afford to rip out that phone. At least, not yet. One day, that phone would be mine, and I would hang it from my apartment window from its cord, its insides spilling out onto the street.
    Mr. Lyndon sternly waited behind his desk, still stuck to the seat like it had absorbed him. This was the big bad alpha that had ruled the company and the pack for over a hundred years? His eyes lingered down to my longer skirt. Those dull brown eyes flashed crimson again, and I understood how dangerous he was. This man hid power like Evan said.
    The energy that emanated from him not only made my skin crawl, but applied a flu-like pressure over my temples. The crimson pulled away as he leaned back in the seat and breathed a long, raspy sigh.
    “Come in.”
    He wasn’t happy with my change of dress. It was another act of defiance.
    I took a step inside. The door began to shut behind me, but when I didn’t hear it shut, I turned back around, and there was Evan, my protector, standing behind me. His presence seemed to fill the room. It all looked a lot brighter and happier with him around.
    Heat rushing to my cheeks, I peered up at Evan, wondering what he was doing there and hoping that he wouldn’t do anything foolish. Don’t get me wrong, I was very happy to see him, but I feared that he might schedule the duel for an earlier time. Like now. With me standing between them.
    “I need to take Amber,” he said. Not a question. A demand.
    Lyndon craned his