Rogue Alpha: Wolf Shifter Romance (Wild Lake Wolves Book 1) (16 page)

His laughter was low, wicked, and filled with lust.
“Not a half bad idea, my love. But, lucky for the both of us, it can take a
long time to bring a human woman into heat. It could take years. And we’ll have
to keep practicing.”

I gasped as he increased the rhythm of his
thrusting. The moon shadowed him in white and blue and I could see the stars
reflected in his eyes. A perfect symbol of what Mal was for me and I to him. He
was my world, my moon and my stars. Whatever happened, whatever we did, we’d do
it together.

“Practicing?” My words were breathless as the first
edges of my orgasm made my legs quiver.

“Mmm hmm. Just like this.” He rattled my teeth with
another powerful thrust.

“Oh, God. Yes. I think I want that. Mmmm.”

“Good. Because it’s all I want too, Laura.” His tone
grew serious and he froze, impaling me with his turgid, throbbing cock. It took
everything in me to still myself and look into his eyes.

“I want you, Laura. All of you. Your body. Your
mind. Your soul. You already have mine. Until I found you, I never realized how
alone I was. You’ve given me my life back, not just my pack. And, I’ll spend
the rest of my life making you happy. Whether it’s here at Wild Lake or
wherever you want to go.”

I leaned up and kissed him. “I want that too, Mal. I
meant it. I’m yours.”

He smiled and clasped my bottom lip between his
teeth, sending a new shock of heat through me.

He brought himself up on his elbows and smiled down
at me. “Good. Then say it.” He thrust slowly into me again, torturing me. I
ground my hips against him, wanting him to increase the pace.

“I’m yours.”

His body shook with that low, sultry laugh again as
he moved inside me. “Prove it.”

I snapped my eyes open and dug my nails into his
back until his eyes flashed wild. “You’re in me. How else can I prove it?”

He smiled and kissed me again. “Marry me, Laura.” He
thrust into me again, torturously slow. “Say it.”

He held himself still, making me squirm. Heat grew
inside me. My juices poured out of me, coating us both. “Yes!” I gasped. And I
meant it. I knew with perfect clarity at that moment that I was born for Mal
and he for me. We were fated. I would be his mate, his lover, his wife, his
partner, his princess. I saw his love for me in the flash of his golden eyes.

“Again.” He thrust inside me.

I bucked beneath him, overcome by the grips of my
passion. “Yes!” I cried, branding him in my own way with my nails down his
back. “Oh, yes!”

Then, Mal finally lost control and gave into the
wild lust raging inside. We came together as he threw his head back and let out
a growl. The wolf was tamed for now, but not for long. And I relished it. Mal.
The wolf. The pack. The moon and the lake surrounding us. I belonged to all of
it. He belonged to me. As Mal poured his seed inside me I screamed my answer
again and again.

Yes. It was always yes. My Alpha. My life. My love.

The End

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Part One

The Alpha’s Mark

By

Kimber White

Copyright © 2015 by Kimber
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Chapter One

In just over ten miles of freeway, it seemed I’d
gone from civilization to vast wilderness. This stretch of I-94 East took me
through hilly terrain and forest on both sides. The towering pines and thick
maples should have put me at ease. I should have enjoyed the sharp, musky scent
of the woods and the open sky as dusk settled in. But, this was a foreign land
to me, and I was hundreds of miles from the only home I’d ever known, with no
plans to ever go back. This wasn’t my place. I was just passing through. Part
of me resented the cool, crisp wilderness air traced with a hint of ozone. A
storm brewed from the North.

The first dusting of sprinkling rain hit the
windshield of my Ford Escape. I fiddled with the instruments to set the wipers.
A breeze picked up, and the tops of the tallest trees on either side of the
road started to sway. A crack of thunder made me jump in my seat. A jagged
streak of lightning speared into the woods far to the east, and a faint puff of
smoke curled up above the tree line.

I worked the radio dial, trying to find something
local for news of a tornado. I tried to remember, is it safer to stay with your
car or find a ditch if you’re caught in one? Rain pelted down in earnest. The
storm had come up so fast. A leaf plastered to my windshield and got stuck
under the wiper blades. Each swipe left a thick smear across my field of vision,
and I adjusted the blade speed, trying to loosen it.

I ducked down, trying to find a spare patch of clear
windshield. The rain angled right toward me in thick, heavy drops. If it got
much worse, I was going to have to pull over. I did not want to be stuck out
here. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t my place. I had no place anymore.

I didn’t know how much further I had to go until I
reached Ann Arbor. Four hours? Maybe less, if this storm didn’t hold me up. I
just wanted to get there, except I didn’t really want to
be
there. Two
years ago, it would have been my dream. I earned a music scholarship in voice
to the University of Michigan. My Dad had been so proud of me. It would make me
the first person in our family to graduate from college. I was all set to leave,
and Dad got sick.

Though he’d never smoked a day in his life, he
contracted an aggressive form of lung cancer. They said it was probably caused
by his years as a fireman. He fought hard, and lasted longer than most with his
same diagnosis. He hung on for over a year. But then just after Christmas, he
finally let go. I’d forgone college to take care of him. It was just the two of
us. He had no one else. College could wait. But now, seven months later, I’d
lost him, and it was time for me to start my own life. Everyone said so.

Another crack of thunder, and a flash of lightning
came even closer. I jumped in my seat again as I struggled to see out of my
hopelessly smeared window. A tree limb slammed down in front of me. I swerved
to the left to get around it, and almost ended up in a ditch. My heart tripped
and my fingers trembled as I gripped the steering wheel. That was a close one.

The leaf dislodged from my windshield, and I could
finally see again. I straightened the wheel, and veered the Escape back across
the median. I crested the top of a large hill and started to coast back down,
letting my foot up off the accelerator.

Two golden eyes seemed to appear out of thin air at
the bottom of the hill. I blinked hard, trying to let my brain catch up.  A
wolf stood in the middle of the road directly in my path. It stood still and
calm, with its great brown head slightly cocked to the side and its ears perked
straight up, as if it were deciding what to make of me.

Why didn’t it move? I punched the horn, but the wolf
didn’t so much as blink its shining, golden eyes. I slammed on the breaks.
There was no way I wouldn’t hit the thing. The back of the car fishtailed, and
I lost control of it. I tried to wrench the steering wheel hard right.

The wolf stood there. Just before the moment of
impact, I swore I saw it dip its head, almost as if it were acknowledging its
fate. The world became a sickening crunch of metal on bone and flesh. Blood,
mixed with rain, sprayed my windshield as the car careened into the ditch just
past the shoulder of the road.

My world was a cloud of white and the taste of metal
as my airbag deployed and blood filled my mouth. I might have blacked out. What
had been noise, chaos, and panic became calm and quiet, except for the steady
rhythm of the pelting rain.

I don’t know how long I sat there. It was at least a
moment or two. Maybe more. I finally reached over and unlatched my seat belt.
My right shoulder blossomed in pain. I wiggled my fingers and toes. I pushed
the airbag down and pulled down the visor mirror. A small line of blood
trickled out of my nose and my lip was split, but I seemed to be more or less
whole.

The car door protested with a creak when I pushed it
open. The Escape had landed on an angle, resting mostly on the passenger side,
so I had to crawl up and out. I had the presence of mind to grab my backpack. I
made it two steps up toward the shoulder of the road when my phone buzzed to life.

“911. What is your emergency?” said a female voice.

My fingers shook as I slid the screen open. The car
was equipped with 911 Assist. My father had insisted on it. The minute the
airbag deployed, the car’s computer sent the call through.

“I’ve crashed,” I said. I wiped the blood and rain
out of my face as I pressed the phone to my ear.

“Are you injured, ma’am?” the dispatcher said.

“I don’t think so. I’m a little banged up but I’ve
gotten out of the car. I’m not sure where I am, though.”

“We’ll be able to find you,” she said. “But it will
go a lot faster if you can help me out.”

I looked around. When the rain started, I hadn’t
thought to pay attention to any mile markers.

“I just crossed over into Michigan from South Bend. 
I think Kalamazoo is the next biggest city. I haven’t seen another car in miles,
though. It’s really wooded here.”

“Okay, I think I’ve got you, more or less. We’re
sending someone to you,” the dispatcher said. “Can you stay with your vehicle?”

“Yeah,” I said. My head started to throb and I felt
a little woozy. Maybe I had hit it harder than I thought. “Yeah. Can you tell
them to hurry, though? It’s getting dark out here, and I think there are wolves
in the area. I hit one.”

“Wolves? Did you say wolves? Probably not, ma’am.
You probably saw a coyote.”

The call started to break up. I climbed out of the
ditch and stood on the gravel shoulder. I looked to my left and right. I was
completely alone out here, with the woods all around me. Icy fingers of panic
started to snake their way through my belly, and I concentrated on breathing.

My phone gave one last dying beep, and the 911
operator was gone for good. It was okay, though. Help was on the way. I’d given
them plenty of information to find me.

Mercifully, the rain let up as I stepped up to the
road. There had to be a town no more than ten or fifteen miles to the east. Had
to be. They ought to be able to get someone out here in fifteen minutes or
less.

I became aware of a keening cry to my left.  It was
the sound of an animal in pain, and probably dying. I don’t know what compelled
me to walk toward it, but I did.

She lay on her left side, her shoulders heaving with
the effort of breathing. It
was
a she. Somehow, I knew this even before
I got to her. This was ludicrous. Insanity. Never mind it was growing dark as I
stood in the middle of an Interstate highway. Never mind this was a wild animal
fighting to live. But, I went to her. Something in me pulled me to her, and I
crouched in front of her.

She panted from the strain of her last breaths, and
she craned her neck backward to get a look at me. I meant to keep a few feet of
distance between us, but when her haunting golden eyes met mine, I reached out
and laid my hand on the top of her head. Her thick, brown fur was coarse and
lush under my fingertips. I smoothed it back, rubbing behind her ears. She laid
them flat, her gaze flicking over me, taking me in.

“I’m so sorry,” I heard myself say. “It’s almost over.”

And it was. With each gasping breath this
magnificent creature took, life slowly drained away. I could
feel
it.
Her eyes dimmed though she kept them locked on mine. She seemed to need me. My
presence calmed her as I smoothed my hand over her head with a slow, soothing
rhythm.

“It’s okay,” I said. “You can let go now. No one can
hurt you anymore.”

She whined and let out a chuff through her moist,
black nose, then curled her lips back, panting. She nuzzled her head against my
hand as her eyelids fluttered. She had thick, black lashes. There was something
so intelligent about her eyes. She
knew
who I was. It was like she could
understand what I was saying.

“I’ll stay with you,” I said. “It won’t be long
now.” Tears welled behind my own eyes and a lump knotted in my throat.  “You
can rest. It’s all right. You can be finished.” My voice quivered. God, I’d
said those same words. I’d held his hand until he took his last breath and his
clear eyes went dark.

This great, beautiful wolf’s chest rose and fell for
the last time as I held her head in my hands. “Goodbye, great lady,” I said.

She opened her eyes one last time. They narrowed,
with what I could swear was understanding. And there was something else as
well. As her pulse slowed under my touch and finally ceased, she seemed at
peace. She lifted her chin one last time and closed her eyes. Then she died in
my arms.