ALPHA SHIFTER: Protected By The Alphas (Alpha Werewolf Shifter Menage Romance) (Paranormal Werewolves & Shifters Romance Short Stories Book 1) by Sofia Senna
Authors: Sofia Senna
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Chapter One – Wolves Below the Window
Molly was alone again. She stared out the window and into the grey sheet of rain as she thought about her life as a housewife.
She was twenty-two and married to a man that was supposed to be her dream-come-true. Jared was her high school crush, a millionaire, and was so hot the ladies called him a walking sex machine. The only problem was that he never around. He only slept with her once and that was during their honeymoon. After that, it was like she was never married at all.
She knew it couldn’t be her looks. Molly was five-feet-four with long legs, long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. She could have been a model or an actress but all she did these days was mope in Jared’s mansion.
Well, she used to mope around until she noticed the two workers that would come in every evening. There was Gavin, Jared’s secretary and all-around butler, and there was the gardener, Tom. She only saw them once or twice a day but there was something a little off about each one of them.
One thing was for sure: they were hot. Gavin was the taller of the two, standing nearly six-feet-five while Tom was an inch or two shorter. Both had jet black hair and dark brown eyes but where Gavin was fair and built like a well-oiled muscle machine Tom was more laid-back, like a surfer. Tom’s hair was long and loose while Gavin kept his brushed up.
Both men were handsome, steaming hot, and desirable. There were times when Molly pondered if Jared placed them there for a reason. After all, the mansion was thirty miles away from the nearest city and was isolated near a forest. There were times when Molly could hear the distant roars of a river and waterfall accompanied by the lonesome howls of wolves.
If it weren’t for Tom and Gavin she’d be frightened out of her wits staying in this big house mostly by herself.
With that thought in mind she felt a little less lonely, a little less forlorn. She smiled to herself and crept up to the bed and snuggled herself underneath the satin sheets. Before long she fell asleep to the rhythmic drops of the evening rain.
She woke in the middle of the night to the sound of growling and thrashing. Molly jumped out of the bed and flung the windows open. Down below, in the open yard underneath her wing of the mansion, she saw two large grey wolves battling a bear.
The rain slammed down heavy and the wind howled in tandem with the cries of the wolves. One wolf was slightly larger but they both seemed formidable and strong.
But then the bear rushed in and swung its claws with murderous intent. It hit one of the wolves on the shoulder, sending the animal crashing to the bushes. The larger wolf howled and within seconds a small pack of four wolves burst from the tree line.
The alpha wolf led the charge. He remained in front of the bear, keeping its attention as the smaller wolves leaped in and nipped at the bear’s legs, back, and neck. They never attacked for long, simply dodging in for small bites.
All of a sudden the other lead wolf reappeared from the bushes, the blood from his wound dripping and mixing in with the puddle of rain underneath his paws.
The pack split in two, two wolves per alpha. They worked together, dancing around the bear until it grew exhausted and dizzy. Small bites might not hurt it instantly but as time drew on Molly noticed it was losing a lot of blood. Strength and will sapped out of the bear until it finally crashed down.
Both alphas howled in triumph. The pack dragged the carcass away from the house and back into the darkness of the
Molly was alone again. She stared out the window and into the grey sheet of rain as she thought about her life as a housewife.
She was twenty-two and married to a man that was supposed to be her dream-come-true. Jared was her high school crush, a millionaire, and was so hot the ladies called him a walking sex machine. The only problem was that he never around. He only slept with her once and that was during their honeymoon. After that, it was like she was never married at all.
She knew it couldn’t be her looks. Molly was five-feet-four with long legs, long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. She could have been a model or an actress but all she did these days was mope in Jared’s mansion.
Well, she used to mope around until she noticed the two workers that would come in every evening. There was Gavin, Jared’s secretary and all-around butler, and there was the gardener, Tom. She only saw them once or twice a day but there was something a little off about each one of them.
One thing was for sure: they were hot. Gavin was the taller of the two, standing nearly six-feet-five while Tom was an inch or two shorter. Both had jet black hair and dark brown eyes but where Gavin was fair and built like a well-oiled muscle machine Tom was more laid-back, like a surfer. Tom’s hair was long and loose while Gavin kept his brushed up.
Both men were handsome, steaming hot, and desirable. There were times when Molly pondered if Jared placed them there for a reason. After all, the mansion was thirty miles away from the nearest city and was isolated near a forest. There were times when Molly could hear the distant roars of a river and waterfall accompanied by the lonesome howls of wolves.
If it weren’t for Tom and Gavin she’d be frightened out of her wits staying in this big house mostly by herself.
With that thought in mind she felt a little less lonely, a little less forlorn. She smiled to herself and crept up to the bed and snuggled herself underneath the satin sheets. Before long she fell asleep to the rhythmic drops of the evening rain.
She woke in the middle of the night to the sound of growling and thrashing. Molly jumped out of the bed and flung the windows open. Down below, in the open yard underneath her wing of the mansion, she saw two large grey wolves battling a bear.
The rain slammed down heavy and the wind howled in tandem with the cries of the wolves. One wolf was slightly larger but they both seemed formidable and strong.
But then the bear rushed in and swung its claws with murderous intent. It hit one of the wolves on the shoulder, sending the animal crashing to the bushes. The larger wolf howled and within seconds a small pack of four wolves burst from the tree line.
The alpha wolf led the charge. He remained in front of the bear, keeping its attention as the smaller wolves leaped in and nipped at the bear’s legs, back, and neck. They never attacked for long, simply dodging in for small bites.
All of a sudden the other lead wolf reappeared from the bushes, the blood from his wound dripping and mixing in with the puddle of rain underneath his paws.
The pack split in two, two wolves per alpha. They worked together, dancing around the bear until it grew exhausted and dizzy. Small bites might not hurt it instantly but as time drew on Molly noticed it was losing a lot of blood. Strength and will sapped out of the bear until it finally crashed down.
Both alphas howled in triumph. The pack dragged the carcass away from the house and back into the darkness of the
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