Fated To The Alpha: A Paranormal Shifter Romance by Simply Shifters, Jasmine White Page B
Authors: Simply Shifters, Jasmine White
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ass!”
“Charlene!” I shouted. “Please! For me! You can disapprove all you want, but I need to know you can keep this quiet! If Leon finds out, or my dad… I don’t even want to think about what they’ll do!”
Charlene’s face seethed with rage as she looked back and forth between Jeremy and me but at least she didn’t try to attack him again. She clenched her teeth and her nostrils flared, but she finally said, “Fine. For you, Evie. I will keep quiet. I’ll let you have your forbidden flight of fancy. But as soon as this cretin steps over the line, and he will, his ass is mine!”
With that, she turned around, shifted into her four-legged form, and dashed off into the darkness.
I turned to Jeremy, who looked every bit as unsettled as I felt. “You trust her?” he asked me.
“There’s no one I trust more,” I said. “It’s not the first time I’ve told her something I’d rather die than let my father find out about. But this… I’ve never seen her react to something I did like that.”
Jeremy looked past me, into the forest. “Maybe… maybe you’d better go after her.”
I frowned, but I nodded. I stepped up to him, placing my hands on his chest and leaning up to kiss him. “I’ll see you again,” I said. “I promise. Whatever she does, I’ll see you again.” Then I reluctantly pulled away, continuing to touch his hand for as long as I could before I shifted to my four-legged form and ran off to return to the village.
As I dashed through the foliage, I couldn’t shake a terrible feeling that something was going to make me break my promise to him.
*
I hurried home as quickly as my paws could carry me. When I returned to the village, I caught Charlene’s scent trail, and found it led back to her own house. I took that to be a good sign; she had not immediately run to Leon, or my dad. With that worry assuaged, I returned home and showered, washing off Jeremy’s scent like I did before. I went to bed, trying to sleep a bit less fitfully this time. I’d gotten away with not smelling like my forbidden lover so far, so I was less worried about that. Now that somebody knew, I was in a lot more danger of being found out.
It wasn’t that I did not trust Charlene. To an extent, at least. I knew she would never do anything to hurt me.
However, if she thought Jeremy was a threat, which she very well might, she’d rat him out in a heartbeat.
I woke up the next morning and went through my day as normally as any other; at least as far as anyone who saw me was concerned. I greeted my parents, ate my breakfast, mingled with the pack, and generally did everything anyone expected me to do.
Whenever I saw Charlene somewhere, I kept a watchful, wary eye on her, the hairs on my neck standing on end as I waited to see if she was about to do or say anything that might get me in trouble.
But she acted as normally as any other day, just like I did. Occasionally, she would notice me looking, and I kept expecting her to scowl at me, or something like that. She would just smile and wave, and at one point she even spoke to me. Barely. She walked by me while saying, “Morning, Evie,” without stopping.
At least it didn’t appear that I was in immediate danger of being ratted on. By around midday, I began to make myself believe that I was in the clear, and that nothing was going to go wrong.
And if I said it aloud I would have jinxed the ever-living hell out of it.
Some time in the early afternoon, we all heard a howl come from the forest, which I recognized as coming from Marla. At once, everyone started buzzing around; that particular howl was one any wolf would recognize as a call for help. Several members of the pack, including Leon, stripped off their clothes and shifted into their four-legged forms, dashing off into the woods to respond.
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“Charlene!” I shouted. “Please! For me! You can disapprove all you want, but I need to know you can keep this quiet! If Leon finds out, or my dad… I don’t even want to think about what they’ll do!”
Charlene’s face seethed with rage as she looked back and forth between Jeremy and me but at least she didn’t try to attack him again. She clenched her teeth and her nostrils flared, but she finally said, “Fine. For you, Evie. I will keep quiet. I’ll let you have your forbidden flight of fancy. But as soon as this cretin steps over the line, and he will, his ass is mine!”
With that, she turned around, shifted into her four-legged form, and dashed off into the darkness.
I turned to Jeremy, who looked every bit as unsettled as I felt. “You trust her?” he asked me.
“There’s no one I trust more,” I said. “It’s not the first time I’ve told her something I’d rather die than let my father find out about. But this… I’ve never seen her react to something I did like that.”
Jeremy looked past me, into the forest. “Maybe… maybe you’d better go after her.”
I frowned, but I nodded. I stepped up to him, placing my hands on his chest and leaning up to kiss him. “I’ll see you again,” I said. “I promise. Whatever she does, I’ll see you again.” Then I reluctantly pulled away, continuing to touch his hand for as long as I could before I shifted to my four-legged form and ran off to return to the village.
As I dashed through the foliage, I couldn’t shake a terrible feeling that something was going to make me break my promise to him.
*
I hurried home as quickly as my paws could carry me. When I returned to the village, I caught Charlene’s scent trail, and found it led back to her own house. I took that to be a good sign; she had not immediately run to Leon, or my dad. With that worry assuaged, I returned home and showered, washing off Jeremy’s scent like I did before. I went to bed, trying to sleep a bit less fitfully this time. I’d gotten away with not smelling like my forbidden lover so far, so I was less worried about that. Now that somebody knew, I was in a lot more danger of being found out.
It wasn’t that I did not trust Charlene. To an extent, at least. I knew she would never do anything to hurt me.
However, if she thought Jeremy was a threat, which she very well might, she’d rat him out in a heartbeat.
I woke up the next morning and went through my day as normally as any other; at least as far as anyone who saw me was concerned. I greeted my parents, ate my breakfast, mingled with the pack, and generally did everything anyone expected me to do.
Whenever I saw Charlene somewhere, I kept a watchful, wary eye on her, the hairs on my neck standing on end as I waited to see if she was about to do or say anything that might get me in trouble.
But she acted as normally as any other day, just like I did. Occasionally, she would notice me looking, and I kept expecting her to scowl at me, or something like that. She would just smile and wave, and at one point she even spoke to me. Barely. She walked by me while saying, “Morning, Evie,” without stopping.
At least it didn’t appear that I was in immediate danger of being ratted on. By around midday, I began to make myself believe that I was in the clear, and that nothing was going to go wrong.
And if I said it aloud I would have jinxed the ever-living hell out of it.
Some time in the early afternoon, we all heard a howl come from the forest, which I recognized as coming from Marla. At once, everyone started buzzing around; that particular howl was one any wolf would recognize as a call for help. Several members of the pack, including Leon, stripped off their clothes and shifted into their four-legged forms, dashing off into the woods to respond.
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