Untamed: An Alpha's Kiss (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) Read Free

He'd been with her for all the good and bad times of her life, and she couldn't lose that, not to scratch some temporary itch. In the back of her mind she had a vague sense that she might wind up with Scottie someday by default----after she'd worked and gotten where she wanted to be and he reaped some of the wild oats that he sowed. -- But she could never really picture their life together as Mates, not even after those frustrating dreams.
     
    As for the idea that some magical Mate was out there waiting for her, ready to strike her down with a bolt of Love at First Sight, that was utterly ridiculous. All the people she knew who had found their Mates had found them right under their own noses, which supported her theory about pack peer pressure and arranged marriages. Pleasure she could find on her own. The only two guys she'd ever slept with hadn't satisfied her nearly as well as she could satisfy herself, and she was a hell of a lot more efficient at making herself come.
     
    In the back of her mind, though, she couldn't erase the feeling of hot flesh pressed against hers, of strong hands making every pore of her body scream for release. Of being taken. Of being filled. And of letting her inner wolf run free. She stretched luxuriously between the cool sheets, willing sleep to carry her into the arms of the faceless man who could give her what she couldn't give herself.

 
    CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    Parker Kreuger could sense the pack was getting restless. Since his old man had gotten ill, he'd been trying to hide it from everyone. The result of this rash and emotional move resulted in others sensing an instability in their pack structure and in turn they grew anxious.
     
    Parker knew it was just a matter of time before Jamison made his move. Jamison clearly wanted to be Alpha but Parker knew the man would never openly make an attempt. No, turning the pack against Parker and his father through manipulation was more Jamison's style.
     
    Parker wondered--not for the first time--why his father had ever trusted this man to be his Beta. He was a hell of a fighter, true, but he had little to recommend him in any other way, and these days fighting was far less useful than diplomacy. It wasn't the old days. With full-blooded humans living too close for comfort, Lycans needed to keep peace to avoid suspicion. These days, packs survived with the help of carefully negotiated treaties and alliances.
     
    He frowned as he watched his father's shaky gait. Stubborn old bastard, he thought affectionately. Dominic Kreuger had lived only fifty years, but they'd been filled with struggle and it was all catching up with him. That was another reason to change the way they lived:--longevity. He'd never known a male pack member over sixty or a female much older. Theirs was a dangerous lifestyle, though he knew it didn't have to be.
     
    Personally, Parker wanted to live long enough to see his kids grow up, maybe even spend some time with his grandchildren before he passed on. His baby sister was only thirteen, and he wanted to be sure she was taken care of and settled into whatever life she chose for herself, too. True, there were benefits to missing out on the stiff joints and deteriorating body, but he couldn't imagine his life being already halfway over at twenty-five.
     
    Across the circle, Jamison exchanged knowing glances with his wife, and Parker's green eyes narrowed. They were clearly up to something, and he wasn't going to stand by and let them threaten the delicate pack dynamics. It would all be his charge soon enough, and as soon as it was, there were going to be some drastic changes, starting with Jamison's removal. The older man caught Parker looking at him and his face instantly went neutral, but Parker wasn't fooled. He straightened himself to his towering height and watched a shadow of fear flicker across Jamison's face.
     
    Christine, Jamison's wife, looked saucily back at him, daring him with her eyes. Her frequent and unsubtle