Chapter Two

My alpha was furious with me.

That night, after we got back to camp, he finished what Red had started with my blouse, ripping the tattered remnants of it from my trembling body.

I knew I was in for a world of hurt for disobeying him. Again.

"WHAT were you doing out beyond my hunting grounds again, woman?!" He roared at me, brown eyes snapping like twin flames. "After what happened last time?! After I EXPLICITLY told you not to?!"

He threw me down onto the floor next to the bed and yanked my pants from my body with his hands. He had since transformed back into a man upon entering our lodge.

I had no answer for him and his hand came smarting down on my ass.

He grasped my buttocks and pulled my cheeks apart. In the next second he was mounting me brutally from behind, shoving all 10 inches of his thick, steely rod into me.

I imagine he expected me to be bone dry with fear and repentance, but instead I was gushingly wet.

Wet for another Alpha...

Braiden snarled in fury as he found this out. He spanked me viciously as he rode me. He yanked on my dark hair, he raked his nails down my back, he bit me so hard I was sure it would leave lasting marks.

I had never received such vigorous punishings, and I can't say that I minded it compared to our usually fairly vanilla sex life.

But all the while, my mind wandered through darker forests...

With a flash of red.

***

I ran up the path through the forest, glancing over my shoulder often to check I wasn't being followed by that unsettling, handsome stranger.

I ran past a few little cottages, then darted to the right at the fork in the road. I ran past the sign for the Hooded Bridge and over the bridge itself. I ran past a field of wildflowers and past the wild sage that only grew up this way.

A noise behind me told me I was being followed, and instincts took me plunging off the path into the shadowy safety of the trees.

Hide or run, hide or run?!

I knew stand-and-fight wasn't an option.

I ducked behind a tree to wait and listen. I tried to control my rapid breathing.

Time passed and there were no footfalls on the path behind me, not one crack of a twig. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Silly me!

Not every man, right?! Gosh.

I stepped around the tree to head back to the path and I let out a scream to find myself standing face to face with a pair of smiling gold eyes.

* * *

A storm broke overhead that night as my poor Alpha had his way with me, trying his best to reclaim what had been taken from him.

I wailed and moaned and sobbed for him to stop.

He clamped his hand over my mouth and I came, hard, remembering the way Red had grabbed me that first time...

* * *

A big hand had clamped over my mouth.

"Quiet, you'll scare the normies." He said with a sardonic wink.

I bit him, hard.

He grunted and let go.

I kicked his shin and turned to run again, but he caught me easily.

One arm around my waist, locking my arms down into place, the other banded across my chest like a vice to hold me firm. I was crushed back against him now, I could feel his raging heat. He was burning up with something I recognized.

Werewolf lust.

His pheromones hit me then and I sucked in a breath sharply.

Red filled my vision.

I heard his howl in my soul, I tasted his balsam scent in my blood.

Red was an Alpha.

I struggled against his hold, weaker now. I knew it was futile.

"I-I have an Alpha!" I panted out. "He'll kill you for this!"

Red's breath stirred my hair against my neck, tickling me fiendishly. "He can try."

"No, please, no!" I squirmed and whimpered, tears slipping out. I was too young to die, only 28.

"If you're not wet when I touch you, I'll release you, Little Mouse." He breathed into my ear.

I squeaked when he slipped his hand down my pants. Rough, hot fingers stroked me there.

I was wet as sin.