** Her mate is not an alpha.
** This book has good grammar.
** No betas, gammas, omegas, or lunas in here.
** These werewolves are unique and more like Teen Wolf werewolves.
Many of my readers have said they love these facts, so I thought I'd put t...
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The alpha before me was massive, at least 6'6" and probably 300 pounds of pure muscle, which bulged everywhere, even his cheeks, making his face round. His fangs were proportionate to his body. I had discovered a fetish for fangs in myself the night before, but these fangs inspired terror, not lust.
Shadow lines of muscle definition showed through the tattered remains of a once white t-shirt now speckled with blood. His hair was just stubble, pure black, and his eyes were almost as dark. Every detail sent a jolt of fear through me like a detainee being shown torture devices.
Quick flashes of thought burst in my mind like rapid gun fire:
He could grab and squish me with one hand.
Don't piss him off.
One on one, he could beat Fisher.
But don't make him angry at you!
"Oh!" The alpha jumped back, crouched, and fell back on his ass. He audibly cracked his neck right and left as his features shifted back to human and rested his arms casually on his raised knees. "Sorry." He gave me a smile without fangs.
Fear turned to shock. There was an alpha, the alpha of a huge pack, a pack consisting entirely of fighters, sitting on the brown, crushed grass in a casual pose as if he was a normal were at a picnic with friends. Many weres, including a stranger, stood around, looking down at him. And he was completely relaxed.
I didn't expect him to be afraid of me, but the field was filled with trained killers. Where were his bodyguards? The alpha before me morphed into Fisher, Traveler into Fury, and the pack immediately attacked the submissively posed alpha, tearing him to bits within seconds.
A single blink restored reality and brought the stunning knowledge that this alpha trusted his pack and was safe doing so. I also knew the alpha had forgotten he was shifted when he ran over to me, had smiled at me with his fangs out, alarmed himself because he had scared me, was sitting like that to set me at ease, and it had been less than a minute since his arrival. My body was stone, but my mind was a runaway train.
Cade lifted our joined hands and pressed a kiss to the back of mine. Electric sparks crackled along the iron links of my muscle fibers, trying unsuccessfully to break them. He wrapped his free right hand around my lower arm and gently pulled, encouraging me to let go. His lips brushed my cheek, and he whispered, "Trust me."
My eyes remained on the alpha. His smile looked friendly, genuine, and laugh lines crinkled the skin around his eyes.
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