Curves For The Lone Alpha (A Big Girl Meets Bad Wolf Romance) by Molly Prince

man who looked like he was on the brink-of-death return to full health
in a matter of hours. Then there was those crazy wolf dreams. Those I guess I
could write off, but I couldn’t just dismiss everything else I’d seen and felt.
The old guy, Joseph, was just the cherry on top of this big crazy werewolf
shaped cake.
    There. Werewolf. I’d said it. Werewolf wasn’t the right word
though. Werewolves were, or so I had been led to believe by fairy tales, men
who transformed into monsters at the whim of the moon. These wolves appeared to
be in full control of their own actions and able to change at will. If not
werewolves then what?
    By habit I went for my phone, to do some research on the
matter, but of course there was no signal out here. Instead it was just me and
my thoughts. I really thought that the rational, logical me would put up more
of a fight. That I’d go back and forth a bit or even opt for full-blown denial.
But no, I accepted it all. Not just because I’d seen it with my own eyes. But
because I’d felt it. I felt it whenever I was near James. Whatever he was,
wasn’t quite human, but he was still very real.
    I wrapped up the whole werewolf issue and filed it away in
my head for future research. I wasn’t done yet, but I was surprised at how easy
it was to get that one out the way.
    Next on the list of things that were bothering me was my own
behavior. Less than twenty four hours ago I’d been engaged. And while I had
been the one to get dumped, it didn’t seem right to be jumping into bed, or in
this case the shower, with a hunky stranger so soon after I’d been happily
promised to another.
    That was it though, had I been happy? It was difficult to
acknowledge, but in all honesty Mitch and I had been drifting for a while.
There was an extent to which this had been what had prompted me to plan this
trip in the first place. Something adventurous. Something romantic. Something
to prove we were actually meant for each other.
    Now, though, in the cold light of day, I was beginning to
realize I had been in denial. There was something about our relationship that
had been bothering me for a while, but I hadn’t been willing to admit it to
myself because it hurt so much.
    Mitch was ashamed of me.
    He loved me. For all his flaws I knew he loved me. And
despite the fact that he was not what anyone would call sexually adventurous,
he loved my body too. But once we were out in public and especially when we
were with his small circle of friends and colleagues he was ashamed of being
seen with me.
    He’d always put too much stock in what others thought of him
and the fact that he was dating, and eventually engaged to, a big, curvy girl
somehow made him feel like less of a man in the eyes of others. Of course he
never said anything along those lines, but it had been there the whole time.
Missed dates, invitations turned down because he thought we should stay in
instead, even his body language when we walked side-by-side.
    Now I was admitting it to myself it didn’t really hurt the
way I thought it would. Instead I actually found myself feeling sorry for my
former fiance and whoever he ended up with. I didn’t hate Mitch for being
ashamed of me. I pitied him for not having the strength of character to follow
through on his desires.
    It was unfair to compare the two, but I couldn’t see James
giving a damn about what other’s thought of his choice of partner... or mate.
    James. With issue number two resolved to my satisfaction,
that left the big bad wolf himself. From what I had heard of James’
confrontation with Joseph he was here on a mission to kill someone. Given his
words to me earlier, that may have been exactly what he was doing right now.
    The man he had come to kill may have been a bad person.
Maybe he was mixed up in the fire which was obviously a big part of the
animosity between James and Joseph, but James had given me no indication that
he was acting in any kind of official capacity. Even if he was,