The Rogue Alpha’s Claim

In one moment, a man stood in front of her, blessed by Adonis himself and kissed by the goddess. Ariel’s eyes dipped appreciatively down his body, the ripped stomach from hours of working out painted in a delicious tan that made her want to lick it thoroughly.

Her eyes lowered painfully from those well-toned ridges, and they continued dipping down to the v of his waist.

That was the sluttiest thing a man could ever possess.

Ariel stared unashamedly as the V dipped down to the bottom, revealing tiny tufts of hair, but to her disappointment, his huge hands covered the main prize with his hands.

Her eyes flew upwards to meet him, about to protest for disrupting her view, but the gaze in his eye had her swallowing the saliva that had pooled in her mouth.

And just like that, the change happened.

If she had blinked in that moment, she was sure she would have missed it-the fluid breaking of his bones, the way he fell to his knees, his head bowed as if worshipping Mother Nature, flesh giving way to fur, and in the place of the human was a wolf.

Ariel clutched the spray bottle in her pocket, her breath hitching as she watched the transformation he was undergoing.

She had seen werewolves when she looked them up in the search engines, their fangs jutting out from their lips and spittle dripping all over the place, but she wasn’t prepared to see this sandy brown wolf, the color of the beach with a little spot of white like they had splashed paint on him.

The wolf was like any normal-looking one, only this one was taller and bigger than anything she had ever seen. She would know because she had encountered a wolf when she went camping in Australia. Although they were a rare sighting in the country, there was something about this one in front of her that seemed different.

Maybe it was the brown of his eyes that looked so similar to Kane’s own or the intelligence that sparked in them, but she had no doubt that this was Kane.

And dare she say he looked cute?

The wolf moved closer to her, his paw hitting the soft earth as he got nearer, and she raised her hands out, putting some distance between them.

“Wait, just stop.” She was crazy to think that the wolf actually heard her, and he halted in his step. “Am I crazy, or can you hear me?”

Ariel watched the beast as he raised his huge head and lowered it for a nod, and her mouth hung open. “It is official. I am going crazy!”

Maybe she was really going crazy because the wolf’s mouth was open and his tongue rolled out; the corners of his mouth just widened a bit to reveal a wolfy grin.

“Wait, are you laughing at me?” She asked, still in shock, and the wolf shook his head, signifying a no, and Ariel ran her fingers across her hair rather aggressively.

Why was it even surprising to her that the wolf could hear her? If a human being could transform into a wolf, it was obvious he was going to be able to hear.

It was supposed to be gruesome, but somehow it was magical, and Ariel found herself inching closer to him.

She had an unshakable reassurance that he wasn’t going to hurt her, hence the reason she was going to be brave and do it. Ariel watched as the wolf stood still, as if he knew of her intent, and he allowed her to come close until she was just within arm’s length.

She stretched out her hands, gingerly placing them on his wolf, her pupils widening just a quarter as she ran them through the fine hair. It was surprising how soft his fur was and how her hands sank inside them.

She couldn’t help it; she moved closer, no longer afraid of the wolf, and she focused on scratching between his ears.

“It is not so bad.” She thought to herself as she saw his tongue out and his eyes closed, obviously enjoying the scratches.

Ariel didn’t know how long she had been at it, but the chipping of the insect had become quiet, the world going still as if trying to give them privacy.

“I think that is enough ear scratches for you, but I will admit, you are not scary at all.”

Max was almost laughing as he heard his mate. If only she knew the truth-how men scampered before him, how he drove terror into the minds of the pack as they heard his name. The blood of his enemies ran cold at the mention of his name.

But that was one part of him she would never find out.

Ariel looked on as the wolf dropped to his stomach, but he was wagging his tail continuously and tilting his head upward.

“You want to play?” She asked, trying to understand him, but he shook his massive head, and he was at a loss. “Wait, don’t tell me… No, I am not doing that. No.” Ariel protested, shaking her head vehemently, that Max was afraid it would fall off.

She may be comfortable with petting him for a few seconds-okay, maybe a few minutes-but that was where it ended. No, she was not going to get on his back and ride him.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

But it was the image of a naked Kane lying on the floor with her on top of him, riding him, that she was thinking of.

“No.” She yelled out, shaking her head to remove whatever indecent thoughts were still plaguing her.

You need to focus, Ariel.

This was his territory, and he could carry her far away from him, and no amount of wolfsbane could save her.

She heard a low ‘humph’ from the wolf, which she thought was a sigh, and he rested his head on his paw.

“Are you going to stay here?” The wolf made no movements, but instead he continued resting his head on his paw and watching nature unfold around him.

“Fine.” Ariel sighed, and she went closer to him, lowering herself on the floor close to him. She was hesitant at first, but she leaned towards him, resting her head on his stomach.

She felt his rumbling within her; the sensation was oddly calming, and she settled in to watch nature with him, at peace with herself.

Somehow the peace and gentle breeze were luring her, and she was finding it difficult to keep her eyes open. Unable to hold it any longer, she closed her eyes, succumbing to sleep.

***

The muscles that dug into her chin were a stark contrast to the soft fur she had laid her head on. She shifted in her sleep, her face hitting a limp cocoon, and Ariel was jolting in her sleep.

“What the… Kane?” She yelled, jumping to her feet as she saw the muscular man under her. It wouldn’t be so bad if she was just sleeping on him.

But the fact that he was naked! Stark naked! Like the day he was born naked, with nothing in between.

“What the hell, Kane?”

“Hmm.” The sleepy head murmured in a sleep-laden voice that, if she wasn’t so annoyed, she would have found it so hot.

“Why are you under me? And more importantly, why are you naked?” Her voice rose up in a shrill, and she glanced down, the limp cock resting on his stomach, and he made an effort to cover it. “Get some clothes or something.” She yelled, peeling her eyes away rather painfully to give him privacy.

“Are you dressed yet?” Ariel asked, slightly turning to confirm. If only she could just…

“Toby is bringing my clothes.”

“How did you contact him?” She asked, turning around but focusing only on his face.

“We have a thing called a mind link; I can communicate with any of the pack members.” Ariel nodded her head, lowering her eyes to steal a peek.

But the son of a gun covered it with his hands, denying her the opportunity.

The footsteps approaching her was enough for her to peel her eyes off him, and she looked at the intruder. “I guess she knows the truth.”

“Yes, she does.”

“How did she take it?” Toby asked, throwing the clothes towards his alpha, and Kane caught it with one hand, pulling the shirt over his head.

“I guess she was calm.”

“Hmm mmm.” Ariel cleared her throat, looking from one man to another, a frown etched across her face. “She is right here.”