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

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Author: Celia Kyle
Tags: Romance
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known to man. The women are from all corners of the Earth including remote villages in South America where bathing is optional.
     
    What the hell? Aidan admitted he hadn’t glanced at his phone when he woke, but what was she rambling about? The woman was a little unhinged, but…
    He scrolled back to the previous one… No sniffing butts? Penises?
    Aidan shook his head. Yeah, she’d lost it. A new message popped up, and this one came from Carson. Thank God, he about gave up on his partner.
     
    Grab a beer. You won’t believe this shit.
     
    Aidan glanced at his watch. At noon? Fuck it. He pushed away from the wall and eased into the mass of bodies. The rumble of voices echoed around him, filling his ears with the rambling words. His wolf whined at the overwhelming sounds, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Until they got into the grand ballroom, and the Ruling Alphas called for quiet, the wolves were like high school kids, talking as loud as they possibly could and not caring about anyone else.
    His fucking animal hated loud noise, these crowds, and especially hated strangers touching him. Ever since…
    It’d taken hours, but the docs and nurses had eventually gotten him stitched back together. He rubbed his chest, wiping away the rising ache and pushing back the memory.
    He moved closer to the bar he’d seen on his way downstairs. Positioned near the lobby, it was the perfect spot to snare a drink on the go. He was almost to the place of salvation when a sweet scent slammed into him, and a blur of brown caught his eye. It shouldn’t have grabbed his attention. Plenty of wolves were brown, and quite a few of the attendees liked wandering around in their fur. The Ruling Alphas didn’t give a damn about a person’s shape as long as they followed orders.
    So, yeah, brown and sweet and it raced along the wall and against the flow of traffic. His wolf whined and pawed him, urging him to follow that scent, but he rolled his eyes at the beast and kept moving toward his destination.
    A low whimper reached his ears, one that was filled with fear. It rolled through the crowd, traveling on the vibrating air, and Aidan wondered why his animal singled out that one sound above the others. But it did. It found it and clutched it and snarled to turn his stubborn ass around and follow the aromas of crisp winter and ripe berries.
    Groaning, Aidan turned and retraced his path. He pushed through the moving mass of bodies, ignoring the bestial grumbles that sounded in his wake. Each one started threatening as hell and then ended as abruptly as it’d begun.
    Sometimes being bigger than everyone had its advantages.
    Before long, conference attendees stepped out of the way, creating a widening path toward the wall. As soon as he got close enough, he drew the fresh scent into his lungs. It rose above the woodsy smell of the werewolves in attendance. It seemed to reach into him and sink into his bones.
    Shit, he was getting all poetic.
    He turned right, internally smiling when some of the weaker wolves practically ran in the opposite direction. Though, if he were telling the truth, even the weaker wolves were Alphas. Just not Alphas like him .
    He dropped his attention to the ground, to the brown scrapings decorating the floor and the clumps of dirt that lay on the cream marble. Housekeeping was gonna be pissed. Those women were fierce, and even Aidan was a little afraid of them.
    Following the person’s scent and trail, he strode down the hall. He pushed people aside when they weren’t paying close enough attention to get out of his way. The faster his quarry moved, the more insistent his beast became. It wanted to be with the source. Now. It wanted to be beside the person, wrap it in his arms, hold her close and…
    Her.
    Yes. Her.
    The wolf knew what it wanted, and it craved the woman. The hint of tempting musk intermingling with the berries and sunshine should have immediately clued him in, but he had been distracted by the

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