The Alpha's to Share: A BBW Paranormal Shifter Romance Read Free Page A

said Madge. “You want an equal in nearly every way. You don’t want a spoiled brat or a crabby bitch. You want someone who is kind and has a good heart, but who isn’t afraid to stand up to you or anyone else. But at the same time, you want her to have a certain vulnerability so you can feel like you’re protecting her. And you don’t like skinny girls. You want a woman with curves and softness and subtle beauty, not some supermodel that looks as though she’s made of plastic.”
     
    Seth blinked at her. Sure, she’d pretty much nailed him. But were his wants so different from other shifters? He didn’t think so.
     
    “There’s only one little thing that might bother you about the one I found,” Madge said. “Poor little dear can’t cook to save her life.”
     
    Seth shrugged and said, “As long as she’s not full of herself or spoiled, I’m good.”
     
    “Yes, but I know you’ve always hoped for that perfect wife who could take over all the duties you hate to do yourself,” Madge said. “But you’ll get used to her, and she’ll learn to cook better than you in time.”
     
    “Is that so?” Seth chuckled.
     
    “Indeed it is,” said Madge. “Would you like to meet her?”
     
    “Well, I wouldn’t have come all this way if I didn’t,” Seth answered.
     
    “Good, because here she is now,” Madge said.
     
    The cabin door opened, and Callie entered, taking a moment to wipe her muddy shoes on the mat just inside. She closed the door behind her, and Seth politely jumped to his feet to greet her.
     
    “Callie, I’d like you to meet someone,” Madge said.
     
    Callie had been observing the blackberries she’d gathered in a basket, having been sent into the woods hours earlier at Madge’s request. She glanced up, and quickly warmed with color at the sight of Seth standing nude before her, and her trembling fingers fumbled the hand of the basket, which dropped to the floor and tilted on its side, spilling berries everywhere. She turned her head.
     
    “I… I…”
     
    “Callie Reynolds, this is Seth, Alpha of the Primrose pack,” said Madge. “Well, do look at him, would you? He won’t bite!” Then she quickly muttered, “Yet.”
     
    Callie slowly turned to peek at him through a curtain of her red hair. Seth extended his hand politely, and Callie took it. The instant their skin touched, a surge of adrenaline coursed through Seth’s body, causing his heart to hammer in response.
     
    “It’s nice to meet you, Callie Reynolds,” Seth said, his eyes drinking in every inch of her. “I am Seth.”
     
    “N-nice to meet you, Seth,” Callie stammered.
     
    Her fragrance drifted up his nostrils in intoxicating tendrils that seemed to wrap themselves around his brain and sink into its depths. Her eyes, olive green and moody, were cast downward, and she peered up at him through a thick curtain of lashes. The white dress she wore was splattered at the hem with mud, and it hinted at the luscious, womanly curves underneath.
     
    It was several long moments before he realized, with some embarrassment, that he was still clinging to her hand. Reluctantly, he released its softness, but her scent now lingered on his skin and mingled with his own, linking them inextricably in his mind.
     
    Neither of them said anything, and Madge plucked the basket from the floor and began to gather the berries that had spilled. She said, “Both of you, sit, sit!”
     
    Madge moved the chair in which she’d been sitting back to the table and held its back, waiting for Callie to sit. Finally, Callie obliged, and Seth took the chair across from her.
     
    “You two get to know each other while I throw a little something together for you both to eat,” Madge demanded.
     
    She began to scurry about the little cabin as though she were half her age, and Callie folded her hands and rested them on the table, staring at them.
     
    “I apologize for my state of nakedness,” Seth said. “I know it must be