Seduced By The Rogue Alpha (BBW Shifter Romance) Read Free

their boasts.
      And, so, the monotonous routine continued with only occasional variation. Every few months, Beatrice would march Annabel in front of the long mirror to try on a series of dresses, which were supposed to hide her so-called ‘horribly excessive curves’. The stories of men reporting their valiant patrols of the wild Wood around the village became far more fantastic and thus, farcical.
      But as the summer began to wane on a not too unusual afternoon in a field of high grass, Annabel heard heavy rasping exhales. She froze, still looking around, afraid to even think of what it might be. A musky scent clung around her. The taste of blood in the air and matted fur assaulted her nose and the beating sounds of a hounds’ breathe echoed in her ears. Only, it was far bigger than a mere hound.
      Gulping deeply and walked cautiously forward, Annabel moved through the waist-high grass until she came to a clearing where she found herself face-to-face with the beast. A wolf, one far larger than she had ever seen, stood before her all black-furred with only a few accents of white and grey. The animal snarled, causing Annabel to leap back in alarm. But then, she collected herself in a strangely rapid manner.
    “Look to the actions and search their eyes, they’ll speak truth that’s where their intent lies,” she whispered.
      Rather than observing with dread at the wolf’s trim, but muscled body, or its exposed fangs and claws, she looked instead into its eyes. Those deep amber orbs didn’t threaten attack but betrayed vulnerability, fear, bizarrely even tenderness. Feeling emboldened, Annabel slowly inched to her left to find the wolf bore a large gash on his thigh. She held her hand out, at first tentatively, then, confidently, she moved towards the animal. In response, the wolf withdrew his bare fangs, then, carefully sniffed Annabel’s inviting palm, then licking it. Annabel stayed there, gradually  moving closer for the wolf to inspect its wound.
    “This needs to be mended,” she began in a slow voice. To her surprise, the wolf paused then nodded in response to her suggestion. And so, Annabel pulled leaves from her basket and applied a makeshift poultice to the majestic creature’s limb. As minutes went by, her fear dissipated and she began to casually converse with the beast. For some reason, she felt she could open up to it…to him.
    “Can you return to your mannish form? Don‘t worry, your secret is safe with me. I won‘t tell anyone what you look like.”
    After a pause, the wolf shook his head in a defeated manner.
    “I imagine you must be pretty old, being so lanky and graying.”
    A loud snort exited the wolf’s nose in an annoyed manner.
    “So you’re younger then?”
    The wolf nodded then shifted his gaze to look out at the open sky in a stoic manner.
                  “Well, I’m Annabel. I suppose since you can’t change back, there’s no point in me asking your name, is there? But that‘s okay.”
      Annabel continued to dress the wound while feeling the wolf’s course textured hair, enjoying the sound of its deep, even breathe. She could feel the ripples of sinew and muscle along its taut frame. It was not a sensual experience but a spiritual one, for lack of a better term.
    “Here you go,” said Annabel, while finishing up and pressing the last of the herbal mixture into the wolf’s injury, still trying to make conversation with the beast. When it was finished, the two sat there again, staring, waiting, and uneasy, neither comrade nor opponent.
      As the bells chimed, Annabel found herself again in a field of grass, trying desperately to remember the ecstasy of feeling no care or worry with a hint of libidinous. She rubbed her eyes looking for the lupine stranger, but the wolf was gone. She rushed home, trying to keep pace with the falling sun, knowing Beatrice would be at home, ready to scold and condescend her. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Only