Feral Love (Paranormal Alpha Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Alison Walsh
Authors: Alison Walsh
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that she could smell the she-wolf’s slaver and hints of her dinner. A wild wolf does not follow titles. A wild wolf follows strength and strength alone. If you want me to bow to you, then make me do it. Until then, I don’t care if you call yourself Alpha of the Sky, you’ll always be girl to me.
The words cut deep and Remy felt herself shying away from the ferocity emanating off Emma. The assertiveness went out of her. She turned back meekly—tail tucked between her legs—and continued on her way home.
But Emma wasn’t finished with her. The great she-wolf caught up and her voice dripped with acid. For almost fifty years I’ve followed Blake Christensen. I was with him when our pack numbered no more than twenty and now we have more than a hundred. I never thought his mate would be a collared bitch like you.
Remy’s anger flared again and her wolf—or was it herself?—snarled. I didn’t ask to be his mate!
No. But you jumped on him quick enough, didn’t you? Emma moved in front of Remy and blocked her path. She bared her fangs and stalked closer.
Each time Remy tried to move aside, Emma blocked her again. The scar over the blind eye throbbed and when Remy stared into the one good eye, there was no mistaking the hate that burned in it.
The anger was bubbling inside Remy. Her wolf felt the simmering emotion and fanned the flames, burning it brighter and stronger. What does it matter to you? She demanded.
It matters to me because this could end the pack. Emma growled and bared her fangs. Wolves follow the strong and a mate’s Alpha is an Alpha by right. But what self-respecting wolf would follow you? You who wear the pelt of my kill. You who could not even speak like a wolf when I first met you.
Remy fell silent. Emma was right. But her wolf snarled and snapped inside like never before. Fight her! Her wolf said. Fight her and prove her wrong!
SO COME! Emma barked—loud and sharp—as she stepped closer and lowered her head, not in submission but in challenge. Come prove yourself an Alpha! If you can.
Remy was at a loss. Her human mind screamed at her to stay in one spot, to just wait until it’s over. But her wolf mind—made bolder by the affirmation that she was an Alpha—frothed at the mouth and demanded to be loosened. The beast raged and thrashed about, howling for freedom. All the while, Remy yanked on an imaginary chain and felt something straining around her own neck. Then she remembered what Blake told her. You can’t see the collar around your neck squeezing the life out of you because you’ve spent your entire life wearing it…
Let go… Let me go… her wolf howled and raged while her human held desperately on the chain to restrain her.
It’s too much… Too tight. The wolf tugged harder, dragging the chain through her human side’s fingers. Slowly, a single link of the imaginary chain slipped through…
… and the collar came off.
Newfound power suddenly coursed through Remy and she tore at Emma with such ferocity that the she-wolf grunted in surprise as the two rushed into each other. Thoughts escaped Remy. Her world was only teeth and claws and blood and snow. They spun and tore at each other. Remy vaguely felt something sharp digging into her back but slipped away.
The large elk pelt rolled off her back and Remy took a moment to gain her footing before rushing in again. Her jaws snapped but found only cold air as the she-wolf dodged. Then came pain as fangs closed around her throat. She twisted but could not shake Emma off and for a moment Remy Clearwater thought she was going to die…
… Until Emma drew back and opened her jaw to deliver the killing blow. Long yellow fangs—reddened at the tips—came slashing down. Taking her chance, Remy tackled her foe to the ground, snarling, rolling, ripping, and kicking until the snow was smeared pink and red with their blood.
Just as quickly as it began, it was
The words cut deep and Remy felt herself shying away from the ferocity emanating off Emma. The assertiveness went out of her. She turned back meekly—tail tucked between her legs—and continued on her way home.
But Emma wasn’t finished with her. The great she-wolf caught up and her voice dripped with acid. For almost fifty years I’ve followed Blake Christensen. I was with him when our pack numbered no more than twenty and now we have more than a hundred. I never thought his mate would be a collared bitch like you.
Remy’s anger flared again and her wolf—or was it herself?—snarled. I didn’t ask to be his mate!
No. But you jumped on him quick enough, didn’t you? Emma moved in front of Remy and blocked her path. She bared her fangs and stalked closer.
Each time Remy tried to move aside, Emma blocked her again. The scar over the blind eye throbbed and when Remy stared into the one good eye, there was no mistaking the hate that burned in it.
The anger was bubbling inside Remy. Her wolf felt the simmering emotion and fanned the flames, burning it brighter and stronger. What does it matter to you? She demanded.
It matters to me because this could end the pack. Emma growled and bared her fangs. Wolves follow the strong and a mate’s Alpha is an Alpha by right. But what self-respecting wolf would follow you? You who wear the pelt of my kill. You who could not even speak like a wolf when I first met you.
Remy fell silent. Emma was right. But her wolf snarled and snapped inside like never before. Fight her! Her wolf said. Fight her and prove her wrong!
SO COME! Emma barked—loud and sharp—as she stepped closer and lowered her head, not in submission but in challenge. Come prove yourself an Alpha! If you can.
Remy was at a loss. Her human mind screamed at her to stay in one spot, to just wait until it’s over. But her wolf mind—made bolder by the affirmation that she was an Alpha—frothed at the mouth and demanded to be loosened. The beast raged and thrashed about, howling for freedom. All the while, Remy yanked on an imaginary chain and felt something straining around her own neck. Then she remembered what Blake told her. You can’t see the collar around your neck squeezing the life out of you because you’ve spent your entire life wearing it…
Let go… Let me go… her wolf howled and raged while her human held desperately on the chain to restrain her.
It’s too much… Too tight. The wolf tugged harder, dragging the chain through her human side’s fingers. Slowly, a single link of the imaginary chain slipped through…
… and the collar came off.
Newfound power suddenly coursed through Remy and she tore at Emma with such ferocity that the she-wolf grunted in surprise as the two rushed into each other. Thoughts escaped Remy. Her world was only teeth and claws and blood and snow. They spun and tore at each other. Remy vaguely felt something sharp digging into her back but slipped away.
The large elk pelt rolled off her back and Remy took a moment to gain her footing before rushing in again. Her jaws snapped but found only cold air as the she-wolf dodged. Then came pain as fangs closed around her throat. She twisted but could not shake Emma off and for a moment Remy Clearwater thought she was going to die…
… Until Emma drew back and opened her jaw to deliver the killing blow. Long yellow fangs—reddened at the tips—came slashing down. Taking her chance, Remy tackled her foe to the ground, snarling, rolling, ripping, and kicking until the snow was smeared pink and red with their blood.
Just as quickly as it began, it was
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