Claimed by the Wolf Billionaire (BBW Paranormal Alpha Romance) by Clarissa Black Page B
Authors: Clarissa Black
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scarred and the deep outline of his ribs hinted at malnourishment. A dark thick mound of thickened skin draped in blood encircled his neck. Was he collared? Cynthia inspected every detail of him, trying to find an answer to what was happening.
“He’s coming over!” squealed Mila as her blue eyes sparkled with gleam. “Oh.. and he’s so hot!” she said with a wide grin.
Thane walked in a determined strut towards them, and stopped dangerously close to their space. In his werewolf form he seemed larger than any werewolf both had seen before. His large angular face marked a jutted chin, and his thrust-out chest of black fur radiated of superiority.
“Nice to meet you Thane! I’m Mila!” Mila said as she stopped herself from reaching out to grasp Thane’s massive chest. “I’m looking forward to us getting to know each other,” she said flushed in appearance.
“You’re Caim’s fated mate,” he said in a loud voice. “Bled him out last night. You belong to me now.”
Mila smiled and gave an appreciative sigh.
“And you,” tilting his head staring intently at Cynthia. “You’re Asch’s fated mate. You WILL belong to me soon.”
NOT YET.
Thane’s thick hands found the curvy hips of Mila. Picking up and rotating what is rightfully his, he pulled back Mila’s hair and grasped her chin while glaring at Cynthia.
Mila shuddered in Thane’s tight clasp. But relaxed when she realize that maybe that this type of rutting was what turned Thane on. She wanted to make a good first expression. And besides, she told herself she would be open to anything.
Leaning in imposingly, Thane tightly looked at Cynthia.
“You WILL belong to me. You’re the last piece. Special.”
Chapter 2
The next sun had set behind the mountain tips which towered the valley of her new home. The evening was still warm when Cynthia awoke in a small hut just outside the mouth of a cave. She had been practicing being a nocturnal, a creature of the night, but found it was still a relatively major transition. Groggily, she fastened her hair with a single booby pin that Mila had given her ‘to control the volume.’
Rila, her wereguard had been assigned to be with her. It was a touch of jealously that Rila had over the humans. Born as a female werewolf, her womb was naturally infertile. Rila watched with bitterness at how her clan mates responded to the human females, ogling at them, checking them out, and treating them with reverence. Rila hated all that. But she had accepted the fact that human females were a necessary evil for the continuation of her specie. For the pack to expand, human females needed to be procured for the alpha.
When Rila’s pack had been crushed by the berserking Thane, she would have also been locked in the cage, tormented beyond her wits, if it weren’t for her role as a breed-mother – that is – to find human mates for the alphas. The breed mother was a special inter-pack role held solely by Rila for the benefit of all the clans. As a breed mother she acted as a correspondence between the human world and the werewolf world, ferrying human females and delivering them to their alpha’s territory.
When she picked up Cynthia and Mila they had already been chosen. This meant that they had gone through the lengthy selection ‘process.’ This process included being imprinted by the alpha, and more importantly, introduced to his territory. Cynthia and Mila had both lived and bonded with their respective alpha male and his respective pack.
“I want to see Asch,” said Cynthia.
Rila made a slight growl.
“No.”
“What do you mean ‘no?’ First, you tricked us into coming here, then you’re going to deny my right to see my alpha?” exclaimed Cynthia.
“I bought you to your alpha,” said Rila. “Thane is your new alpha.”
“Thane isn’t my alpha!” shrieked Cynthia.
At least, as long Asch
“He’s coming over!” squealed Mila as her blue eyes sparkled with gleam. “Oh.. and he’s so hot!” she said with a wide grin.
Thane walked in a determined strut towards them, and stopped dangerously close to their space. In his werewolf form he seemed larger than any werewolf both had seen before. His large angular face marked a jutted chin, and his thrust-out chest of black fur radiated of superiority.
“Nice to meet you Thane! I’m Mila!” Mila said as she stopped herself from reaching out to grasp Thane’s massive chest. “I’m looking forward to us getting to know each other,” she said flushed in appearance.
“You’re Caim’s fated mate,” he said in a loud voice. “Bled him out last night. You belong to me now.”
Mila smiled and gave an appreciative sigh.
“And you,” tilting his head staring intently at Cynthia. “You’re Asch’s fated mate. You WILL belong to me soon.”
NOT YET.
Thane’s thick hands found the curvy hips of Mila. Picking up and rotating what is rightfully his, he pulled back Mila’s hair and grasped her chin while glaring at Cynthia.
Mila shuddered in Thane’s tight clasp. But relaxed when she realize that maybe that this type of rutting was what turned Thane on. She wanted to make a good first expression. And besides, she told herself she would be open to anything.
Leaning in imposingly, Thane tightly looked at Cynthia.
“You WILL belong to me. You’re the last piece. Special.”
Chapter 2
The next sun had set behind the mountain tips which towered the valley of her new home. The evening was still warm when Cynthia awoke in a small hut just outside the mouth of a cave. She had been practicing being a nocturnal, a creature of the night, but found it was still a relatively major transition. Groggily, she fastened her hair with a single booby pin that Mila had given her ‘to control the volume.’
Rila, her wereguard had been assigned to be with her. It was a touch of jealously that Rila had over the humans. Born as a female werewolf, her womb was naturally infertile. Rila watched with bitterness at how her clan mates responded to the human females, ogling at them, checking them out, and treating them with reverence. Rila hated all that. But she had accepted the fact that human females were a necessary evil for the continuation of her specie. For the pack to expand, human females needed to be procured for the alpha.
When Rila’s pack had been crushed by the berserking Thane, she would have also been locked in the cage, tormented beyond her wits, if it weren’t for her role as a breed-mother – that is – to find human mates for the alphas. The breed mother was a special inter-pack role held solely by Rila for the benefit of all the clans. As a breed mother she acted as a correspondence between the human world and the werewolf world, ferrying human females and delivering them to their alpha’s territory.
When she picked up Cynthia and Mila they had already been chosen. This meant that they had gone through the lengthy selection ‘process.’ This process included being imprinted by the alpha, and more importantly, introduced to his territory. Cynthia and Mila had both lived and bonded with their respective alpha male and his respective pack.
“I want to see Asch,” said Cynthia.
Rila made a slight growl.
“No.”
“What do you mean ‘no?’ First, you tricked us into coming here, then you’re going to deny my right to see my alpha?” exclaimed Cynthia.
“I bought you to your alpha,” said Rila. “Thane is your new alpha.”
“Thane isn’t my alpha!” shrieked Cynthia.
At least, as long Asch
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