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

the connection she felt with the wolf. She had looked past the flesh, past the appearance of what most would’ve thought to be a mindless beast ready to tear her to crimson tatters. Instead of perceiving her as a threat, the beast decided to remain copacetic and cooperative, allowing for something to pass between them that were  more than just healing but understanding.
                  “Again? Where have you been? There are so many…” Beatrice began nagging Annabel as soon as she approached the farmyard. Beatrice began to go through her typical tirade off insults and threats, adding to the list of chores to be finished before sundown. Annabel finished them all without complaint or even the slightest response. The only thing she thought of, was the Lycan visitor in the field, free to come and go, free to choose, to cooperate or leave of its own accord. A being, no, an ideal she craved to pursue.
     
      When the sun finally set, Annabel went through the barn once more to check everything had been put away but stopped when she noticed a strange protuberance in one of the hay stalls. Closer observation revealed it was flesh colored and ended in tiny projections. Toes. Feet. Bare legs. Annabel rushed to see the body, which was attached to it and found a boy, or a man? A man! It was a young man about her age, asleep and naked, laying covered haphazardly in straw. Exposed was most of his torso, extremities, neck and head revealing he had jet black hair on the top of his head with only a little strip of the same on his abdomen. It was somewhat curly and wild, reminding Annabel of the unpredictable waves of the Great Sea. His face was handsome, yet intense, reminding Annabel of the wild dogs she occasionally saw in the village, only far more feral. Even his ears retained a slight lupine appearance. His skin wasn’t fair like hers but slightly ruddy and a bit tawny.
      Annabel began to look closer upon the striking, unconscious youth finding that he had a curious scar with flecks of green leaf on his right thigh. Could it be? Annabel slowly turned the lad more on his side to find at the top of his buttocks was a small furry tail. … he is the Lycan! Annabel widely grinned both in happiness that her new companion was safe and flushed by the thrill of finding such a gorgeous body in her barn. Her eyes drifted down to lads crouch, still covered in far too concealing hay. With baited breath she reached her hand down to see, to discover what had been hidden from her imagination. What secrets about the male body she had heard of but never seen for herself. What anatomical treasures lay hid under just a handful of straw? And just as her arm had crept low enough a sharp exhale broke the stillness. The lads’ eyes had opened.
     
    II “Elevation”
     
    Where came the Mist, the source of man and skin changers races many may debate. From the High-lords in their heavens or from the furnaces of the deep most scholars exclaim. Perhaps from the Great Sea or eastern mountains range, others say. But what is known is the resting place of the founding Mist is now the lost South. Both being kind, avoid venturing towards such a place save the bold and deranged. For once one enters the vast fields of the Mist one sees what most fear; reflections of their true self as if they were looking into a mystic mirror.
     
                                                            -excerpt from the Darenkh Chronicles, by Vedakh Carn
     
      Bright, amber eyes peered back into Annabel’s with a sense of wonder and bewilderment. The wolf-man was now erect, sitting up in the pile of hay and straw, his body and hair covered haphazardly in the thresh. His eyes scanned Annabel as if trying to decipher whether she was full of goodwill or woe. Annabel thought to open her mouth and start talking, but she then decided not to those the light resin-colored eyes from staring at her. She breathed deeply as