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

a moan that he covered with a cough.
     
    She was beautiful. Even more so than he remembered. Her hair was a glossy brown cut in layers will red, blond, and black streaks. Her eyes were as green as ever. She had on a pink dress that hugged every generous curve. His mouth watered just thinking of what she looked like beneath it.
     
    He just wanted her to turn, to turn and see him one more time so he can take her in his arms. Please, Mila, turn around. Turn around.
     
    She turned and she saw. But when Marty looked into her eyes... he saw that they loathed him.
     
    ***
     
    Mila was on her way into the kitchen when the strong scent of coffee and sandalwood, tinged with a familiar yet strange scent hit her nose. Turning her head she followed the direction the trace scent had come from. The sight that greeted her eyes stopped her heart for five seconds. Then the anger came.
     
    “What the hell.”
     
    “What’s wrong baby? Are you ok?” Charles caressed her shoulder and asked.
     
    ***
     
    “What are you doing here?” Mila hissed a whisper low enough that she knew only Marty could hear her.
     
    “Mila...” He tried to stand but she backed away.
     
    “What the hell are you doing here?” This time she made sure everyone else in the room could hear her as well.
     
    Charles walked over to Mila and placed a hand on the small of her back. “Is there a problem Mila?” Even though the words were spoken to her, Charles' eyes were on Marty.
     
    She wrenched free from Charles. No! No! This can't be happening! Not now! Tears welled in her eyes and before she could stop herself, she screamed. “Get the hell out of my house. Now! And don’t you even think about coming back. Do you hear me?” She felt Charles grab her by the shoulders but she still tried to lunge at Marty, tears streaming her face. “Get out!”
     
    Getting up from his place on the couch, Marty walked toward Mila.
     
    “Mila, please. Let me explain.”
     
    “I don’t want to hear a word that comes out of you fucking mouth!” She struggled even as Charles held her still. Her voice stabbed at Marty like icy daggers. “Get out of my fucking house!”
     
    Wrenching free at last, she turned and walked out of the living room. She didn’t care that people were looking at her like she had just grew another head. She didn’t even acknowledge the look on her mother's face. She knew what it meant. Give him another chance, Mila .
     
    No! She wouldn’t hear it. He had left three years ago and didn’t tell her anything then, she wouldn’t listen to his shit now. Not now. Not ever.
     
    Turning down the hall, Mila went straight to her old room. This was just perfect. Old ghost appearing at her birthday party. Just fucking perfect. Shutting the door behind her, she collapsed and sobbed.
     
    ***
     
    The man who had held Mila back looked at Marty with a venomous gaze. His voice shook slightly. “Who the fuck are you?”
     
    “I was going to ask you the same question.” Marty had seen the way he touched Mila. Called her baby. A low growl started in his throat before he checked it.
     
    “Marty?” Juliana’s voice came from the entry to the kitchen. “Give her some time. She’ll calm down. But I think it'd be best for you to go.”
     
    “Yeah, get the fuck out of here.” The man said.
     
    Juliana looked at him in warning, but didn’t say much. He had to be as confused as everyone else here.
     
    Marty straightened his shirt and took a deep breath. “Tell her I said happy birthday. I’ll be back in a couple days.”
     
    “Like hell you will.” The man said.
     
    Walking up to the man who had touched Mila in such a familiar way, he spoke for his ears only. “I will be back. In the meantime, keep your fucking hands off her or you will have none. I will break every fucking finger off and stuff them down your throat. That's a promise.”
     
    Walking to the door, Marty struggled to contain his anger. Seeing that man put his filthy hands on