My Alphas: Part Five: My Alphas, #5

By Emily Cantore

One of the Alphas is missing, possibly dead and the other is wounded... and Cass may be pregnant to one of them. A mysterious werewolf stalks the territory, dismembering his enemies and a human group intent on genocide makes their final move with the aid of their werewolf allies.

Can Cass hold the Arctos pack together and accept her destiny as Pack Mate?
 

This is the final book in a Werewolf BBW serial, approximately 60 pages each. It is not a standalone. This book is intended for readers 18+ who are comfortable with Alpha werewolves, ménage romance and some explicit scenes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emily Cantore
• Release date: Dec 5, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502207791

Emily Cantore

Emily Cantore has a last name that sounds like some kind of dance and a mind that spends a lot of time thinking about hot and heavy moments. She writes creative smut that is based on true events and true smut based on wild times. Her stories are all works of fiction … except when they're not.   If you enjoyed reading this title, please consider leaving a review (even anonymously) telling the world what you thought of it. Reviews help authors write better books and help readers choose better books!

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My Alphas, Part Five

As usual, humans are blithely unaware (or actively ignore) the interconnection between us and werewolves. Every werewolf alive has a human mother. Every werewolf alive has a werewolf father. The truth is too confronting for us to bear: women deliberately seek out Alphas and mate with them. Perhaps your neighbor. Perhaps your friend.

Perhaps you.

Gillian Holloway, Bite Me: The War on Female Sexuality

Cass drifted in the sorta-warm spring, relaxing under the heat listening to the werewolves chatter, trying to make herself feel something about the time that had passed. It had been two weeks since they’d returned which meant Edon had been missing for two weeks. After Rey’s shoulder healed, he’d gone out searching for him but come up with nothing.

Cass tried the thought on again that perhaps Edon was gone forever. Dead. Missing. Never to be seen again but it didn’t seem to fit nor take hold. Denial rode high in the list of causes for this and she knew she was practiced in pretending the missing were misplaced and not dead.

Hell, for years she’d pretended on some level her father was out there somewhere, moving from place to place when he was probably some bones in the bottom of a ditch.

Even her mother, whom she knew to be alive, was temporarily misplaced. Cass knew she was somewhere in Florida (thanks to the Aunt who had given her bus money all those years ago), moving from one trailer park to the next but had repressed any thought about it. She was around, somewhere.

After sobbing into the bed Cass hadn’t cried one more tear. She’d even sat in the room thinking about Edon, missing him with all her heart but the sharp pain of loss didn’t come.

Along with feeling no pain, a strange relaxation had come across her that turned the volume down on all the problems. She could be pregnant for starters. There were humans in Hinton who wanted to wipe out the entire pack and they were hemmed in on two sides by rival packs - one who appeared to be actively plotting to kill them and another who by all accounts would sweep in if they were ever weakened. Like by an Alpha vanishing.

Cass wiped her warm wet hands on her face and concluded yes, it could be denial keeping her going but she believed on a deeper level Edon would return.

He wasn’t dead and gone…

She broke out of these thoughts as Nia dived under the water near her, fine droplets of water splashing up in the air. Apart from Nia, Leto had joined her as well as a third werewolf named Marey. Since she’d returned from the thrall it was like a switch had been flipped. They had warmed considerably for no reason Cass could ascertain.

Although part of the no-worry package Cass had received was, well, not worrying, a few days ago Cass asked Nia in a whisper if they could smell she was pregnant and Nia answered at top volume THEY COULD SMELL IF SHE WAS PREGNANT BUT SHE WASN’T YET as Cass sank under the water and tried to stop existing.

A day after returning, Marey had walked up to the spring, catching Cass looking down at her belly wondering if there was a baby growing in there. The first words out of her mouth had been, It’s not a baby. It’s fat. But that’s good for the baby.

Despite her bluntness there was something Cass liked about her.

She had friends and she knew that should feel good but the other side of whatever was happening to prevent her experiencing sad was keeping her in the middle on this too. She was vaguely aware people had emotions and she’d had them once but now they were something she’d only read about in a book. After all the crazy highs and lows since she’d walked out to find the werewolves, there was a relief to it.

Cass focused back on the werewolves’ conversation.

Scouts came back this morning. Again, there is no sign of him. He’s probably dead, Marey said, scrubbing sand down her arm. Like Nia she was blessed, or cursed, with the ability to say precisely what she was thinking.

I think he’s alive out there somewhere, Cass said. He’s going to come back.

Marey looked at her doubtfully. "Yeah, they keep finding dead Turo werewolves around the place and maybe that means Edon is out there killing them but-"

She stopped abruptly as Nia not-so-accidentally splashed her in the face. Although still bluntly oblivious most of the time, it seemed around Marey, Nia had gained some reserve.

Edon could still be out there and we don’t know. Even if he isn’t, Rey is a good Alpha and will look after Cass and the many cubs she will have.

Nia said this so fast it