Alpha's Embrace - 1 (Paranormal BBW Alpha Werewolf Shape Shifter Romance) (My Billionaire Wolf) by Callie Hartwood Page B
Authors: Callie Hartwood
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struck a large tree root protruding out of the snowy ground, sending it tumbling down a gradual slope. Lyanne had been thrown clear but Nathan was still on the snowmobile as it somersaulted through the snow. She was dazed. She tried to stand but her ankle and leg hurt too much and gave out. She looked down at her leg and couldn’t see any blood so that was a good start.
“Shit, shit and fucking shit,” she shouted into the wilderness. Seconds later, her voice came floating back to her on an echo.
She reached into her jacket pocket and managed to find her phone, she took one glove off and tried to use it but there was absolutely no signal at all. Lyanne started to panic as she quickly put her glove back on. She couldn’t see the snowmobile or Nathan anywhere. Lyanne scooted back toward a tree and rested her back against it with her legs out in front of her. Amazingly, her hat had stayed on her head so at least she had some warmth from that. The light was disappearing quickly now and Lyanne didn’t even know if she could survive out here alone, she had no survival skills; she couldn’t make fire or anything.
She heard a sound that made her gasp aloud. A blood-curdling howl; it was a low-pitched lonely howl coming from in front of her, a truly soulful howl.
“What the fuck?” Lyanne whispered. She shuddered, firstly at the cold and secondly at the howl. The temperature had dropped considerably now and it was almost dark. If she’d heard the sound at any other time Lyanne would have been impressed, she’d always loved wolves, but right at this moment the sound petrified her. Did wolves attack humans? Was she safe?
As she was contemplating her thoughts a second howl filled the night air, she could tell it was a different wolf as the pitch was remarkably higher than the first howl. This one lasted longer than the first howl. Lyanne buried her head in her scarf, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
As she sat there with her back still against the tree, darkness cloaked the forest and she heard more and more howls followed by barking, yelping and whimpering. God how many wolves were there? Then the cold, still air fell silent, with just one last howl to be heard this one was a pleasant sounding howl, almost peaceful and calm.
Lyanne had no concept of time, sitting alone in the dark her thoughts turned to Nathan’s fate. She hadn’t seen him since the snowmobile crashed; in fact, she hadn’t even heard him so she assumed he was hurt or worse. She started to cry. Tears rolled down her smooth skin. She had no idea how to survive this, no idea how to get help. Lyanne felt abandoned.
Chapter 2
“Lyanne,” a soft whisper said, it was Nathan’s voice.
“Nathan, Nathan I’m over here,” Lyanne shouted, feeling a shred of hope finally.
The darkness stole all her senses and she had no idea which direction his voice came from, she tried to peer into the darkness but it was hopeless.
“Lyanne, keep talking to me then, I can’t find you in the dark unless I can hear you,” he shouted, and this time his voice sounded louder.
Lyanne tried to sit up as tall as she could and raised her head up toward the dark, star scattered sky, “Over here Nathan, over here.”
She saw the silhouette of a figure clambering toward her through the deep snow, “Nathan, I’m here.”
“Lyanne, god it’s so cold and so dark. Did you hear the fucking howling?”
As he approached, his footsteps crunched through the icy snow. He made it to Lyanne and collapsed beside her, she took his arm, he didn’t object. Remarkably, he wasn’t hurt.
“Will they attack us? You know about animals and shit,” he said in a quiet voice as though he were trying to keep the conversation from the wolves.
“I know they’ll work together as a pack, and because I’m injured I’m a sitting target,” Lyanne said as her tears started to fall again.
A howl broke
“Shit, shit and fucking shit,” she shouted into the wilderness. Seconds later, her voice came floating back to her on an echo.
She reached into her jacket pocket and managed to find her phone, she took one glove off and tried to use it but there was absolutely no signal at all. Lyanne started to panic as she quickly put her glove back on. She couldn’t see the snowmobile or Nathan anywhere. Lyanne scooted back toward a tree and rested her back against it with her legs out in front of her. Amazingly, her hat had stayed on her head so at least she had some warmth from that. The light was disappearing quickly now and Lyanne didn’t even know if she could survive out here alone, she had no survival skills; she couldn’t make fire or anything.
She heard a sound that made her gasp aloud. A blood-curdling howl; it was a low-pitched lonely howl coming from in front of her, a truly soulful howl.
“What the fuck?” Lyanne whispered. She shuddered, firstly at the cold and secondly at the howl. The temperature had dropped considerably now and it was almost dark. If she’d heard the sound at any other time Lyanne would have been impressed, she’d always loved wolves, but right at this moment the sound petrified her. Did wolves attack humans? Was she safe?
As she was contemplating her thoughts a second howl filled the night air, she could tell it was a different wolf as the pitch was remarkably higher than the first howl. This one lasted longer than the first howl. Lyanne buried her head in her scarf, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
As she sat there with her back still against the tree, darkness cloaked the forest and she heard more and more howls followed by barking, yelping and whimpering. God how many wolves were there? Then the cold, still air fell silent, with just one last howl to be heard this one was a pleasant sounding howl, almost peaceful and calm.
Lyanne had no concept of time, sitting alone in the dark her thoughts turned to Nathan’s fate. She hadn’t seen him since the snowmobile crashed; in fact, she hadn’t even heard him so she assumed he was hurt or worse. She started to cry. Tears rolled down her smooth skin. She had no idea how to survive this, no idea how to get help. Lyanne felt abandoned.
Chapter 2
“Lyanne,” a soft whisper said, it was Nathan’s voice.
“Nathan, Nathan I’m over here,” Lyanne shouted, feeling a shred of hope finally.
The darkness stole all her senses and she had no idea which direction his voice came from, she tried to peer into the darkness but it was hopeless.
“Lyanne, keep talking to me then, I can’t find you in the dark unless I can hear you,” he shouted, and this time his voice sounded louder.
Lyanne tried to sit up as tall as she could and raised her head up toward the dark, star scattered sky, “Over here Nathan, over here.”
She saw the silhouette of a figure clambering toward her through the deep snow, “Nathan, I’m here.”
“Lyanne, god it’s so cold and so dark. Did you hear the fucking howling?”
As he approached, his footsteps crunched through the icy snow. He made it to Lyanne and collapsed beside her, she took his arm, he didn’t object. Remarkably, he wasn’t hurt.
“Will they attack us? You know about animals and shit,” he said in a quiet voice as though he were trying to keep the conversation from the wolves.
“I know they’ll work together as a pack, and because I’m injured I’m a sitting target,” Lyanne said as her tears started to fall again.
A howl broke
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