Claimed by the Wolf Billionaire (BBW Paranormal Alpha Romance) (3 page)

We had cake.

Grandpa was there, as usual talking about his scientific experiments with other guests. My parents entertained other friends, celebrities and other famous personalities. A clown was sent to entertain the guests. Lights were lit.
 

“Mikhail?” I blurted to my brother who was a year older than me. We had taken to running across the canopy of forest that extended around the castle. Our little competitive game.

Along the trail we skipped through rocks, zig-zagged through bushes, and crunched the pines that were littered on the forest floor. I’d usually beat him but there was something wrong with me, as if something inside me was burning. I stopped. Panting heavily, “Mikhail..”

That was when the surge that was building into me released itself. Stabs of radiating pain pierced through my body. I grew bigger and I felt more powerful. It was then that I attacked Mikhail my brother. I didn’t know what came over me.
A
sort of animal blood lust.

The next thing I knew, I was strapped to a chair, Grandpa’s large room. With his back against me scribbling his equations, littered in drawings of DNA sequences. The chair rattled as I tried to break free from the strap. Grandpa face towards me. He was a revered nobility, stemming from generations of royalty from our old country. Scandinavia. He never lost his accent, nor his royal sensibilities. He was known as both a genius and a fighter, coming from a long line of geniuses and fighters.

“Elliot?” he said in a concerned tone.

“
Farfar
what’s happening?” I asked referring to him in Swedish for grandpa.

He looked away as if what he’s about to tell me pained him deep inside. “You’re a wolf Elliot.”

A man of scientific directness. He could not express it any other way. I reeled from bewilderment at what he had just said. “Farfar? You’re not making sense again. What do you mean a wolf?”

He grabbed a chair. Placed it facing me and sat down. “A wolf Elliot. It runs through our blood.”

“.. and that is what makes us specially gifted. Our clan stems from a long line of shifters, which may seem absurd to you, but within our DNA is encoded genes that allow us to shift to another form.”

I knew grandpa, he was a man who spoke in cold facts. “Shifters?” I said in a desperate attempt to make sense of it.

“Yes, Elliot. It’s a genetic mutation that occurs from within our line. It had manifested in you. Your brother, nor your parents had not had these genes express themselves. The conclusion that I have is that the shifters are highly random phenomenon. There is not telling to whom it will manifest. Only that at around eighteen years old the DNA along with the maturation of puberty triggers it.”

“Triggers it? Are you a shifter to grandpa?” I asked him.

“Yes, Elliot. I had been blessed and cursed with this manifestation.
Herregud.
That’s why I opted for…” he contemplated about finishing it, “… Celibacy.”

I nearly chuckled.

“The great genius that we have running in our blood Elliot. Is the gift from this primal energy. Your intelligence will be amplified. Your senses will be amplified. Your strength, your aptitude.. “

“That’s great!” but when I said that his expression turned sour. “With great gift, Elliot, also comes much suffering.”

I felt the heat of his body rising, sort of wall of energy that expanded towards me. Then with a quick bang it collapsed. And grandpa was gone. I heard a screech from the dome. The light from the hole on the top of the dome blinded me for a second. I saw something gliding, glinting against the light.

A flying object. It quickly dove to the sides of my ears and perched on the chair where grandpa sat. It was a hawk! It was larger than usual. The handsome hawk had blue eyes, and long dagger like talons, which scraped the wood through its grip.

“Grandpa” I said instinctively recognizing a part of my blood. Then an explosion came. First it sucked me in, then it pushed me violently. My eyes opened to the sight of grandpa sitting in front of me.

“.. But it must be kept secret.” He said as if not missing a beat.

“Science for all that it can do mankind, will be used to end us. Our whole line will end in laboratory tubes. I know this for a fact. That’s why I wanted to remain celibate. But success brings many females in a man’s life. And I succumbed. For what is life of rigor without the passion of love?”

“What is a life of rigor without the passion of love?” I said in my head. I knew grandpa not be the romantic type, so to utter these words confessed a big part of him. It was true that many females had been in love with grandpa both from the motherland and here in America. I mean he was a good looking guy, intelligent, and owned the patents that made enterprises extremely profitable. Not to mention he was nobility from the old country.

“I just couldn’t do it. A man has only one life to live. Romance should be part of it, no matter the circumstance.” He said solemnly.

“Elliot, since I am the source of your shifting, and thus your pain, I am responsible for you. There are things that you need to know…” he said as if preparing to give a lecture to a class.

He got up and took the large black blanket draped over one of his contraptions. The cover slid to reveal a large metal sphere propped on a metal stand. “The wolf in you can be contained.”

“But it will need time. Time and energy. Time you have. But energy you do not. This right here is a riaxford-radial photoplasma electrifier. A ‘plasmatron.’ The material used comes from all known deposit of the extremely rare Sigmatica materiel. This highly reactant material is extremely sensitive to magnetic waves, so you must ensure that no sources of electricity is present. That is the reason why I had opted not a single electric line be ran to the city. Anything that contain electricity like batteries will also be drained of their energy.”

 
“The only source it accepts is from atmospheric conditions. There are other side-effects.. but that is all that I have uncovered.” He said in his stern Scandinavian accent.
 

“Remember, Elliot. It is both a blessing and curse. You decide how you will use it.”

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It happened so quickly she thought. The lighting branch coursed through the wolf-man that was of Elliot and now a naked man lay in on the floor chest facing the floor. For a second she’d seen him as another person. It felt for some reason that she shared his consciousness. He saw him in this very same room with his grandfather.
Right there. With that contraption.

He was still steaming. She peered in closer, trying to see if he was breathing. The rising and falling of his torso indeed indicated that he was alive.
Thank the heaven’s he’s alive!

The muscled panels of his back were devilishly sexy as their curvature arched the twin mounds of his butt. Her eyes feasted on them. He was moving.

His movement started with his palms pushing against the ground. Biceps and shoulders contracted as he blossomed off the ground, like a plant reaching for the sunlight peering, standing. The now opened slits on the dome basked him in light.
 

Completely naked he was. She tried not to look at what hung between his legs, but like a heavy pendulum, they swung, teasing her eyes to marvel at them. Every inch of his body was covered in muscles, whose striation of hardened fibers crossed over his body giving him a cut look of a muscular athlete. Her eyes darted to his angular alpha male chin. His jaw was the only part of his face that was illuminated since the bangs of his jet-black hair covered his face. But this all changed, when he lifted his chin to look upon her. She marveled at how executively handsome he was.

There was a snapping boom sound as if marking that his transformation was complete. The light blue glow from his eyed had finally receded.

“You should have listened.” He said strutting past her towards a chair where a robe hung. Putting on the robe he said, “I told you to leave.”

 
“Are you done staring?” He boomed as he grabbed a cup and a bottle of whiskey, pouring himself one. “Or do you want me to show you every inch of me again?”

There was something about the way he said every inch of me that moistened her from the insides. He walked to a desolate chair in the corner and sat down taking a sip of the whiskey he had with him.
How come he’s not offering me any? What a douche.

“Elliot, what was that about? That wolf?” she asked watching him pour himself another drink. She half expected him to have her refer to him as Mr. Tasla.

“You ask too many questions. Look the storm has ended, so I don’t see why you’re still here?” he said.

“That storm. I don’t think it was normal.” She noticed how intently he was looking at her. He probably hasn’t seen a woman in years. “I wanted to thank you.”

“Ha!” he boomed taking another swig of his whiskey. “And what was I supposed to do? Let you die in that mountain? Damn it. And they call us the future of humanity.”

Yey. He saved me so that means there’s good in him. And why is he looking at me like that? I can almost feel his stare roll down my cleavage.

“That woman who went here..?” she watched him now focus intently. “What happened to her?”

A low growl tore from his chest. It was a sound that could not have been produced by a human.

“That woman. She snuck in here.” He said. “Did she want me to receive her with open arms after I found her wandering my house uninvited? I may be isolated here but I do remember social conventions.”

Ah so she snuck-in. Figures, I know the type. Probably hoping to seduce him for an interview. And where does that place me exactly?

Oh another thing, I’d have to tell him how I saw him in sepia-tone world.
 

“Why are you isolating yourself Elliot?” she asked as she bent her hips to the air, knowing the curves of her body were her deadliest possession.

“That’s none of your business!” he boomed, standing up extending her arm to the door. “I’m sure you know that I’m a busy man so please if you could. The door is waiting for you to grace it.”

Fine. But why is he so intent on making me leave?

“Well,” she said as she walked towards him loosening her collar showing the tip of her bra. She noticed how he immediately stepped back. There was something about him. She walked closer to him but this time making sure her steps were devilishly sexy as to accentuate her hips.

“What are you doing? The door is that way.” He said keeping his gaze everywhere but on her.

She stepped forward feeling as though she was stepping into an energy source. He started fidgeting. “I’m warning you…” he scoffed.

She put one foot in front of the other, crossing the unseen barrier. A dark sensation hit her core. There was something about him that radiated with a force that screamed that he wanted her. That he lusted for her.
 

She stepped again, this time she was only inches away from him.
Is he scared of girls? The billionaire genius scared of girls?