My Alphas: Part Two: My Alphas, #2

By Emily Cantore

The idea was simple: Cass will choose which Alpha to mate with. The other will leave. But life in the Arctos pack doesn't go to plan and Cass mates with the wrong Alpha. Or is he?
If these two dominant Alphas can't learn to share, their pack will be destroyed...

This is part two 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: 9781502216342

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 Two

Don’t just go walking off into the woods!

Girls, please, if there is one thing you should take from me it is this: don’t stumble off into the wilderness in your high heels and tight skirt and think you’ll meet an Alpha and ten minutes later you’ll be his mate.

Remember, werewolves live a LOOONG way from people. Although their territory expands up to and can include human towns, werewolves tend to keep away from us. So you’re looking at a minimum three-day hike before you even get close to a werewolf.

Buy yourself some good shoes!

Audrey Reyne, author of Get That Werewolf!

Rey stared at the ceiling as the first light of the morning sun slipped in the window and thought about killing Edon. He didn’t want to but it was a welcome distraction from the other thoughts swirling through his mind, centered on the human sleeping next to him.

His plan had been clear: come to her room, rip her throat out. And then…

And then some madness had come over him and instead of following his plan he’d mated with her. Instead of being turned off by her fleshy body, it had enthralled him.

They had mated and he’d slept through the night when he should be awake and now was awake as day was coming and he should be asleep.

The human had turned everything upside down.

And now he couldn’t go back.

It was as though there had been some break in his mind. Before mating he was willing to kill her. After mating he would defend her from the death. She was his.

The human moved, sighing in her sleep and Rey felt a clench deep inside him. She was soft, ridiculously so and with her asleep against him her scent enveloped him. He wanted to rut with her, to pull her hair, to bite but she was too fragile for such things. Two warring emotions: to take her again and again, to dominate her. To protect her, wrap his arms around her soft form and keep her safe.

To be so divided against himself was frustrating him to no end. His throbbing cock wasn’t helping either.

Rey knew Alphas did not regret or worry. They acted and then dealt with the consequences. Edon had tried to teach him to think more broadly about actions and consequences. What seems a good action now can narrow future choices. Leaping into the trap will get you the meat but now you have it, you’re trapped.

Or to put it another way, jumping off the cliff to catch a bird in your jaws gets you the bird but what happens then?

Rey had done such a thing as a young cub. He caught the sparrow and then landed on a thorny bush growing from the cliff. He had to be rescued and once he was on solid ground, his father had taken him by the scruff of the neck and shaken him until he saw double. Then his mother had held him, kissing away his tears and wrapping her hands around his body, enclosing him.

She had been the only human he’d loved.

Now the fragile creature next to him was stirring feelings he thought were long locked away.

Actions and consequences. He’d mated with her and now she would become Pack Mate. She would sire cubs and he and the pack would provide for her. Edon was the one who’d come up with the ridiculous idea of her choosing her mate. Rey hadn’t agreed but now the human had chosen him.

Edon would leave the pack with five females or die.

Satisfied he had a new plan, Rey closed his eyes and breathed in. Her scent was first, throbbing through his body. Fading soap, sweat, her skin. Next he could smell the furs and blankets. Then her backpack across the room, saturated with mud. Melted candles with burned wicks. Limestone. Flowers and trees outside.

The window pelt fluttered and Rey caught another scent on the breeze.

Blood and mud and wolf.

The hunting pack had returned.

*

Cass woke up, shifting from warm comfortable doze to wide awake in an instant. She opened her eyes and saw the first rays of the morning sun creeping in the window. Her body began throwing up objections as she moved under the blankets.

Ow, she groaned, feeling herself hurt in places that last night were all pleasure. She pulled the blanket back and saw bruises on her hips. She had scratches on the inside of her legs she didn’t remember getting.

Cass agreed sex bruises are good bruises but they were still bruises and they hurt! She touched a finger to one and remembered Rey holding her there. It hadn’t hurt at