Rebecca (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Alpha Marked Book 4) Read Free

Bathroom stalls. Right. She looked to her left and spied a bank of sinks. She was in a bathroom, a high-end, hoity-toity bathroom to be sure, but still a bathroom.
    Great. She’d gone from forest to Toilet Land.
    The jiggling of metal was followed by a scraping squeak and then one of the stall doors swung open. A woman strode out, high heels clicking and clacking on the marble floor.
    If Rebecca weren’t going crazy, she’d call the woman pretty. Okay, gorgeous.
    But she was going crazy, which meant only three words flew from her mouth. “What the fucking fuck of all fucks?”
    Okay, seven, but she should count it as three since all the fucking should be considered one word and then “what” was an important part of a sentence so she’d take “all” as her third word and…
    What the fuck was she thinking ?
    “Oh.” The woman’s voice was tinkling yet seductive and oozed sex. One syllable and even Rebecca was thinking twice about her love of penises. “You’re one of them .”
    “One of—”
    The bathroom door swung open and a wolf trotted in. That was crazy enough, but then said wolf transformed. That was the only word for it. One second wolf, the next second very gorgeous, very human woman.
    Rebecca squeaked, the dressed woman frowned, and the naked woman smirked.
    Now would be a good time to pass out. Maybe when she woke up she would be back in the forest. On dirt. She fucking loved dirt.

Chapter Three
     
    Aidan crossed his legs and leaned against the wall outside one of the hotel’s ballroom doors as he waited for the “festivities” to begin. Noise surrounded him, conference goers filing past, through the double doors. Their words formed a cacophony of noise that bounced off the marble flooring and walls. The hard surfaces amplified the sounds until the roar rang in his ears. The hotel was a picture of elegance that was wasted on a bunch of wolves who would be more at home in a forest than surrounded by opulence.
    He didn’t know why the Ruling Alphas held a Gathering every year. The concept of finding his mate was tempting, but unrealistic. Sure, the aforementioned Ruling Pair found their mate last year, and the Ruling Wardens had as well. Then there was the third Wickham sister Gabriella with those two Alphas…
    He shook his head. Nah, it was a fluke. Maybe ten percent of the males who attended the Gathering found their mates. Alpha Pairs from across the country were required to attend, and now Warden Pairs were lumped in after that mess with Whitney Wickham and the Ruling Wardens.
    Then there were the single wolves. They couldn’t mate with humans, not like the Alphas and Wardens, but individual males and females couldn’t resist the chance to party. What better way to mingle and meet others than on the Ruling Alphas’ dime?
    His phone vibrated in his pocket, drawing his attention, and he fished it out. He expected a text from his other—not necessarily better—Alpha half. There was no doubt Carson had been waylaid by yet another female looking for a good time. With Carson being the prettier of them, he constantly got hit on. Unfortunately, they had a place to be which meant Carson would have to take a pass on the female. He doubted that’d put her off though. When his partner shot down a female, she still walked away floating on air and half in love with the wolf.
    Sighing, he swiped his thumb over the screen, smiling when the familiar background came into view. His family—him, his younger half-brother, and their dad—all shifted, while his brother attempted to swallow Aidan’s head whole. Literally. Aidan had been a runt until puberty and his brother never let him forget it.
    Another vibration and he tapped the text message icon. He scrolled through them, finding the newest first from Scarlet, the Ruling Alpha Mate:
     
    The world is in chaos. Woman down! Save yourselves! Kidding. There are more crazed women than anticipated. Gathering disclaimer now includes any infectious diseases