The Alpha's Virgin Possession

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Copyright© 2014 Sam Crescent

 
ISBN: 978-1-77130-807-6

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THE ALPHA’S VIRGIN POSSESSION

The Alpha Shifter Collection, 3

Sam Crescent

Copyright © 2014

Chapter One

Nick Long glanced down at his watch for the seventh
time within the last ten minutes. He hated being kept waiting. All of his time
earned him money, and the fact he’d been waiting for ten minutes meant he’d
lost at least a million dollars. No one made him lose money. It pissed him off
that this bastard thought he could be different. If it wasn’t for the goods he
particularly wanted, Nick would be long gone.

The only pleasure he got in his life was the knowledge
of making money, more money than he’d ever need in a lifetime. Still, since
being outlawed and forced to leave his
pack
and to
never join another pack, Nick’s life was about making money. There was no
greater purpose in life than making money, especially when everything else had
been taken from him. Keeping a firm hold on the case by his side, he waited for
the sounds and smell of an approaching wolf. He was an alpha wolf, or he would
be if he was allowed the right of his rank. Instead, he had it taken away from
him, along with everything else.

He bore the mark of an outlawed wolf. Rubbing his
chest, he tried not to think of the pain the silver mark had left in his chest.
There were nights he jerked awake screaming at the memory of being held down,
the flesh above his heart cut open and the silver poured inside to mark him as
damaged. The silver still lay in his chest. Being a wolf stopped him from
absorbing the silver or forcing it out. Everyone would know the collective had
cast him out like a piece of scrap meat. The scar served as a reminder to him
and to let others around him know he was dangerous.

Until he died every time he stared into the mirror
he’d see the mark and know he wasn’t anything but shameful.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he wondered about this
night’s purchase. He shouldn’t be doing it, but his friend, Dean, promised him
it was fine. Some wolf members sold the runts of their litters to anyone who
would have them. Nick needed to keep it secret as this was the only way he
would ever get a woman with wolf blood.

Finding out he could purchase a woman, an outcast from
her pack, for the right money had given him hope to finally have something else
to look forward to.

Another glance down at his watch and he was ready to
leave. He wasn’t going to be treated like an asshole just because he wanted a
woman. Heading back to his car, he stopped at the sound of an approaching
vehicle. Tensing, he turned toward the sound and saw the headlights coming
nearer. The scent of wolf drifted toward him. Excitement took away all of his
anger. This is what he’d been wanting ever since he’d stumbled onto the
auction. By the end of the night he’d have a wolf female in his bed to do with
as he pleased. No one would take her away or stop him from fucking her. He
would possess every inch of her.

Love hadn’t been part of his purchase. He was tired of
holding back from fucking human women. Nick knew he needed a wolf to take the
hard fuck he really wanted to give. None of the human women could take the
length of his cock without feeling pain. Then there was the problem of them
needing time to accommodate him. It was tiresome, and he’d grown tired of the
light fuck. He craved a hard, rough fucking, and for a woman to pant and beg as
he fed her his dick.

The car came to a stop several feet away from him. He watched
the passenger side of the car open and an older man in his late fifties get
out. Nick scented the air, inhaling the cruelty of the man. He tensed up in
case this was a trap.

“You got the money?” he asked.

Names had been exchanged, and he knew it was Mark he
was talking to. The other man was not an alpha, and Nick knew he could take him
if things got dangerous.

“You got my prize?”

Mark snapped his fingers. The back door on the
driver’s side opened. A woman with long blonde hair stepped out of the back of
the car. He sensed the evil within her as well. This couple was awful, what the
fuck were they doing. Seconds later he saw the leash the woman was holding, which
was attached to someone.

“Get your fat ass out of the car,” the woman growled
to someone in the back.

Inhaling the air, Nick smelled something wonderful and
fresh like the roses in his garden. He’d never smelled anything quite so
beautiful before in his life. Red hair caught his attention first as the woman
he’d purchased climbed out of the car. He didn’t see all of her until the woman
rounded the car. The leash was tied around the girl’s neck, and clearly it was tight
from the red sores already developing. His anger once again started to build.
What were these fuckers hoping to achieve by hurting her?

Why were they selling her?

The girl smelled like fear. Fear and pain wafted off
her making him feel like a jerk. The whole act took on a whole new meaning, but
he couldn’t stop it. His need for her outweighed anything else.

“Here, this is the girl.” Mark stepped forward,
tugging her leash out of the blonde’s hand.

“I hate having
it
around my place. Make sure he takes
it
,”
the blonde said, storming away.

“Come on, Clara,” Mark said, forcing her to move.

“Why are you selling her?”

Clara, the redhead, was covered in large clothes that
hid her entire body from view. Her head was downcast, but he saw the tears
rolling down her cheeks. He couldn’t begin to imagine the humiliation she would
be feeling.

“She’s too fat. Her presence is making us a laughingstock
of the pack, but you wouldn’t have a clue about that seeing as you’ve got no
pack of your own.”

Striking out, Nick grabbed the man around his neck,
squeezing the life out of him. “I suggest you watch your language,” he said.

In the background he heard the blonde screaming for
him to release her husband. Ignoring her, Nick glared at the other man wanting
to end his life. He was no longer an alpha, but no one was going to treat him
with such disrespect without getting his anger directed at them.

“You’re outlawed,” Mark said, saying the words through
gritted teeth.

Drawing him closer, Nick made sure he could be heard.
“Exactly, so I don’t give a fuck
who
I kill now. You
try to fuck with me and I’ll make sure you regret it.” Removing the leash from
the man’s hand, he shoved him away, kicking the briefcase by his side toward
the man as he did.

“Mark, baby, what’s he done to you?” the blonde said,
running to Mark’s side. They were fucking vultures, and Nick hated them.

“Get the fuck out of my sight.” Nick waited until the
two were in the car and leaving before he turned his gaze to the woman at his
side.

Clara—such a sweet name for a sweet woman—stared at
him, terrified.

They were selling her because of her weight. If he was
the alpha of their pack, he’d make sure her parents suffered a fate worse than
death. Seeing as he was neither an alpha of a pack nor part of one, their
ugliness had given him a woman.

Turning her head this way and that, he sensed her fear
increasing.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, hoping his words
would ease her. Taking her hand, he led her toward his car.

Crap
. He had hoped for this night to run smoothly. From
the way Clara was acting, he doubted she’d be ready to fuck when he got back
home.

****

For many years Clara had heard the term “runt of the
litter” when people talked about her. She hated it but pretended the words no
longer affected her. Being told she was fat, ugly, and hated by all of the pack
hadn’t prepared her for the final humiliation she’d been dealt this night. The
words hurt, but she’d grown used to them.

Sitting alone in her room reading one of her favorite romances,
she’d been pulled out of her fantasy by her mother. The leash, along with the
clothes not to mention the complete destruction of her room, had been the last
straw in the brutal pain.