My Alphas: The Complete Series

By Emily Cantore

A decade ago, 15-year old Cass Green was saved from certain death by two teenage werewolves. Now, after a lifetime of aching for the touch of fur on her face, she is hiking out into the wilderness, searching for the two Alphas who rescued her.
All too quickly she finds them - Edon, a handsome and somewhat civilized Alpha and Rey, a dominant and wild brute. Both werewolves are absolutely gorgeous. Both dangerous. Both utterly overwhelming.
They are Alphas of the Arctos Pack, sharing leadership... and everything else.
They imprinted on her all those years ago and are willing to fight to the death for the chance to mate with the curvy girl who has wandered into their territory - starting right now!
This book is a BBW Werewolf Shifter romance intended for readers 18+ who are comfortable with hot Alpha werewolves, ménage romance and some hot scenes. This is a full story, approximately 300+ pages - NO CLIFFHANGERS.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emily Cantore
• Release date: May 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311486219

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.

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My Alphas (BBW Werewolf Ménage Paranormal Erotic Romance)

My Alphas Part Two

My Alphas Part Three

My Alphas Part Four

My Alphas Part Five

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My Alphas

A decade ago, 15-year old Cass Green was saved from certain death by two teenage werewolves. Now, after a lifetime of aching for the touch of fur on her face, she is hiking out into the wilderness, searching for the two Alphas who rescued her.

All too quickly she finds them - Edon, a handsome and somewhat civilized Alpha and Rey, a dominant and wild brute. Both werewolves are absolutely gorgeous. Both dangerous. Both utterly overwhelming.

They are Alphas of the Arctos Pack, sharing leadership… and everything else. They imprinted on her all those years ago and are willing to fight to the death for the chance to mate with the curvy girl who has wandered into their territory - starting right now!

My Alphas, Part One

Studies show in the vast majority of cases werewolf attacks on human settlements are exaggerated. In some cases it has been found humans committed the attacks and seek to blame it on werewolves for the purposes of retaliation or to enact restrictive government policies.

Humans who enter werewolf territory are usually left alone. If they get too close to the pack den then they will be escorted away, by force if necessary. It is illegal for any human to come within ten miles of a known werewolf den.

Maria Filippo, Teeth at the Border: The Truth about Werewolves and Humans

Rey stood behind the tree, perfectly still, watching the boar snuffle in the leaf litter. They were far from the den so this kill wouldn’t be carried back to feed the pack. It would be a pleasure kill only. He wanted to run, attack, to feel bone crunch, to taste blood.

It was a far more pleasurable thought than the one that had risen up the instant he’d caught the girl’s scent: kill his friend Edon and take the girl for his own.

The girl. She’d entered Arctos territory two days ago and their scouts, Nia and Tala, had been watching her since then. She was slowly making her way toward their den. Most humans gave up after a day and turned around on their own without ever seeing a werewolf. They hoped she would turn back.

The last human who had come they’d found dead, mutilated. The Turo pack was blamed but no proof was found. They had dropped a scent bomb, a strong mixture of peppermint oil and chemicals to cover their tracks.

Rey cared little if humans died in the wilderness but had reluctantly agreed with Edon they had an obligation to prevent it. Human deaths equaled human attention and human attention all too often led to men with guns. The Turo pack were trying to pin the blame on them and it would work because the humans didn’t care which pack was responsible when it came time for vengeance. Edon, unfortunately, was right.

Edon, that mangy cringing dog. Weak, useless pretend Alpha who had shared leadership of the Arctos pack for five years with Rey. Forget the boar and put that cur down, rip his throat-

We cannot hunt now. We must deal with the girl.

Rey snarled and turned to face his friend. He was in human form and would be easy to kill.

The boar heard the snarl and ran away as fast as it could. Rey fought the urge to chase, to bring it down, to rip its throat out and taste its hot blood.

It wasn’t the only urge he was fighting. He wanted all things. To leap at Edon and kill him. To pursue the boar and taste its blood. To clamber down the rocks to the human and rut with her on the grass.

Rey shook his head at this last urge and forced himself to look away from Edon. A madness had come over him. Although he and Edon had rutted with human females many times when they were teenagers, Rey now preferred female werewolves. They were strong and sometimes fought and had to be overwhelmed to rut. Humans were soft and weak. Quivering flesh that the lightest touch would bruise. He’d barely felt any desire toward humans and had mostly rutted in competition with Edon. He’d especially not felt any possessiveness over them. They had rutted together, sharing humans many times and it had meant nothing.

But now…

He’d caught the girl’s scent before anyone else and it was pulling at some deep part of him. It was familiar but he couldn’t place it. Even the hint of it was intoxicating and he felt the desire to shift to human so he could tell Edon what it was doing to him. Edon was calm and usually knew what to say to him. But he didn’t want to shift. He wanted to attack.

Edon, that mangy -

You’ll be staying as a wolf then?

Rey didn’t look at him as he nodded assent. Instead, he looked down to the human clambering over rocks and a low growl filled this chest.

*

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, Cass recited to herself as she climbed over a mossy boulder. She was about to repeat it again when she slipped and both feet ended up ankle deep in muddy water. She held her balance for a split second before losing it and sitting straight down in the mud.

Since she’d left Hinton, the line stolen from an animated movie to bolster her spirits and keep her going had become a mad chant. And it was so muddy and wet she felt she was swimming half the time.

Cass stood up and slopped her way out of the mud, ignoring the chill aching through her feet. Only a little farther to a grass clearing. There was still a pair of dry socks somewhere in her backpack and a thermos that held a few mouthfuls of hot black coffee she’d brewed up over a tiny campfire this morning.

Oh god, coffee.

It was one of about a thousand things she sorely missed. Hot showers. Dry clothes. Cooked meals. Hinton was three days behind her and Cass was starting to think the old Sheriff she’d run into had been one hundred percent right about everything.

She’d only been in Hinton for an hour when Sheriff Harmony had stopped her on the street, peered into her eyes and asked her if she was intending on going traipsing off into the wilderness to meet werewolves. She’d lied and told him no. He’d ignored that and spent a good ten minutes describing how stupid and foolish and dumb and idiotic and every other synonym in the thesaurus of an idea it was and how she’d end up dead at the fangs and claws of a werewolf or of exposure. In the end though, seeing she was going no matter what, he’d directed her to Wyatt’s Camping Store, telling her to get some warmer clothes and to carry a lot of food. He’d also told her not to bother getting a gun. It wouldn’t be any use against a werewolf.

At the time, Cass thought he was being dramatic. Putting on his show to stop girls walking off into the wilderness. Now she was wet through to the bone and couldn’t seem to get warm, she was considering maybe the old man had been right.

At least about the exposure part.

So far she’d seen no signs of werewolves. No tracks or marks of any kind. She’d seen some bark missing from low down on a tree and had concluded it was a boar rather than a-

werewolf

Cass shivered at the thought as she walked up on to the grass, feeling the warm sun beaming down on her. She was cold, yes, but the shiver came from within her, lodged deep in the past.

Ten years ago, at the age of fifteen, she wandered out into this same wilderness. Her parents were back at their decrepit campervan sleeping off another night of drinking and fighting. Back then she was definitely a candidate for dead in the wilderness in thirty seconds. She’d had no food or water, no camping gear and was wearing only shorts, a tank top and some very worn runners.

She’d walked three hours in a dead straight line away from civilization, not caring what happened to her. Then, as she was squatting down beside a creek scooping freezing water up in her hands to drink, she’d heard a growl from the other bank.

A wolf, taller than she was, black with gray streaked down its sides had stepped out of the forest and was looking at her. She’d frozen, fear clenching in her belly, knowing she couldn’t run nor fight. She knew instantly it was a werewolf and it intended to kill her.

The werewolf had moved and then there was a gap and she sat up from the ground, head ringing, tasting blood and dirt in her mouth and hearing wild roars.

Three werewolves only a few feet away fighting in a vicious tumble. The black and gray wolf shot out of the pile and crashed against a tree with shocking force. It was on its feet in an instant.

Facing off against it were two smaller wolves. One was pure black and the other a coppery red. Although smaller than the black and gray werewolf, they were still enormous compared to Cass. She knew, without knowing how, that they were male.

They roared together at the black and gray werewolf who roared back before turning tail and disappearing into the forest.

Cass had tried to stand as they approached her but her head was aching and her legs had turned to jelly. She couldn’t even scream as the copper wolf grabbed the back of her shorts in his jaws and lifted her up. He placed her on the back of the black wolf and she sat there, frozen, her hands clenched shut, along with her eyes.

Then, a voice.

Don’t be afraid. We will return you to your family.

She’d opened her eyes but only found the red werewolf looking at her with his light hazel eyes. He must have shifted, spoken and shifted back.

They were going to help her…

The black werewolf started walking and the motion forced her to open her hands to grip on to his fur. It was soft between her fingers and she tried not to clench, lest she upset him. They started slowly but soon were moving at a fast pace through the forest.

Her head was still aching and she could still taste blood and dirt but overlaid on that was the scent of the two wolves. Her face was against the black one’s fur and she couldn’t help but to breathe in. Mixed in the scent of… male, tree, something spicy… was also blood. She looked down and saw the fur on his shoulder was matted with it. He was injured.

Feeling sick and drowsy, she’d closed her eyes and held on to the werewolf as they moved through the forest. She’d walked for three hours but it seemed in no time at all they had stopped and she was within sight of the rusted campervan her family were currently calling home.

The black werewolf knelt down and she slipped off him, her legs still shaky. The red werewolf moved close to steady her as her legs gave way and she collided with him. Fur. Pine. Earth. Male. Blood.

She pulled herself off him, her heart pounding, one hand on the black werewolf, one hand on the other. Although she still felt terrible, a sentence came burbling up from nowhere. Take me with you. It didn’t make it past her lips though. Her father chose that moment to come bursting out of the campervan, shotgun in hand and started shouting obscenities.

The two werewolves left her then on the forest edge and departed. Although her father was yelling and gesticulating wildly with the gun, she felt a strange serenity come over her. She ignored him and turned back to the forest.

There in the distance, silhouetted by the dying light, were two men looking back at her. In the glare she couldn’t see their features. One had copper hair glowing in the sunlight. The other had hair so dark it almost merged with the dim between the trees. She saw a flash of naked skin before she blinked and they were gone.

Her parents, in a rare moment of sanity, cut the trip short and they returned home. Seeing her splattered in blood had gotten through to them. They hadn’t noticed their teenage daughter in the back seat of the car looking wistfully out the window…

Cass shook off the memory and tried to focus on the here and now. In the here and now she was cold and wet and no matter how many times she returned to the past, it wouldn’t change the present. Besides, she’d made her choice back then like she’d made her choice now. The die was cast.

She shucked off her backpack, feeling relief as the weight came away. Then she patted her hand on the grass to ensure it was dry (it was) before dropping her backpack.

It was mid-morning and she’d been walking (trudging really) since the sun had come up and the pain of the last three days was already wearing down on her. At night she could barely sleep, expecting werewolves and boars, bears and hideous monsters to come upon her. The sky glimmered with a million stars but it was still so dark at times she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. Between broken sleep, wet socks, cold weather and endless walking, Cass was starting to suspect she’d bitten off far more than she could chew.

She sat down on the grass and leaned against her backpack, feeling her back decompress and her feet start to throb as the weight came off them. All around her, birds twittered in the trees. Cass looked at the scene through half-lidded eyes and would’ve taken a picture had her phone not died on day one after being submerged in a puddle.

She sighed and between one breath and another the birds fell quiet. The perfect silence was so complete she could hear her own heart beating.

Perfect silence.

Cass started out of her drowse a moment later as a wolf howled and then another joined it.

They were here.

Werewolves.

*

In the ten years since she’d first encountered the werewolves who saved her, Cass had imagined meeting them many times. One fantasy had her on her way home from the Midnight Ball and her heel snaps off and one or both of them come to her rescue. Or she was at the Midnight Ball and one approaches her from across the dance floor. Perhaps at work and the new guy turns out to be a new man who looks awfully familiar…

From fifteen to twenty-five the fantasies had travelled from secretive kisses and hidden moments to entire nights that were far more explicit than her teenage mind could conjure. But they had one thing in common: she was looking spectacular when she met them again.

At the very least she would’ve taken standing on the grass and a formal introduction rather than sitting, drenched in mud and three days of sweat, stinking to the high heavens.

A giant black wolf the size of a horse walked out of the trees and Cass felt her breathing stop in her chest. If they weren’t friendly, she was dead. There was no way she’d be able to get away from this beast. It was the black werewolf, although a lot larger than the last time she’d seen him.

Following it came a brown wolf, almost as large, and riding it was a man.

Cass felt deep parts of her constrict. The sun was shining down on the clearing, warming her but it was nothing compared to the heat welling up inside her. This had to be the Alpha. The red werewolf.

Copper hair, wild and windswept, hanging down to his shoulders. Light hazel eyes, strong body and broad shoulders. She couldn’t take her gaze off the V of his body. He was dressed in light white cotton, easily removed if he had to shift.

Cass wanted to stand but her legs had turned to jelly. Between the black beast regarding her with cool blue eyes and the man riding a wolf she felt her head spinning.

The Alpha halted his wolf and dismounted, landing lightly on the grass in front of her. The whole time he kept his gaze fixed on Cass.

I am Edon. Rey and I are Alphas of the Arctos pack.

He waved his hand at the black wolf, who gave Cass a slow blink with his blue eyes and then looked back at Edon.

We will fight for you.

He stepped away from Cass and turned to face the black werewolf, removing his clothes.

*

As they came down through the forest and approached the girl, Edon had kept half an eye on Rey. He hadn’t been acting that unusual - growling, snarling and generally being a moody asshole were his thing - but there was some tone in his voice that was different this time.

He’d even considered ordering him away, although the chances of Rey listening to him seemed to be approaching zero recently. He’d taken to spending longer periods of time in his wolf form and his disdain for pack grievances and problems had gone from simmering under the surface to right out in the open. Although it was the job of the Alphas to keep the peace in the pack, Rey hated getting involved in what he saw as petty squabbles. A wolf who went to him with a problem was as likely to be flung across the room as helped.

It didn’t help matters that he and Edon were at odds about what to do to stop all the dead humans and the incursions on their territory. Rey wanted open war with teeth and claws. Edon wanted to use words and paper and so far they hadn’t reached any kind of compromise.

Despite his increasingly hostile attitude toward, well, everything, Edon had decided to take a chance and bring Rey along with him to see the human female who had entered their territory. Perhaps some time away from the pack would clear his mind. If by some slim chance the girl wasn’t totally repellent to him, maybe he’d come around to accepting they had to engage with humans if they wanted to keep their pack safe.

Perhaps and maybe. That’s how it was with Rey lately.

Now, as they came closer, he caught the girl’s scent and he understood in an instant he’d made a terrible mistake.

It was her. The girl that had plagued his thoughts for the last decade.

He and Rey would have to fight. One would die.

*

Cass had read about the uncontrollable mating urge that came across werewolves. The thrall it was called. Sometimes the curse. But everything had said it was only around an ovulating female. And that was definitely not her right now. If she had her dates right, she ovulated a few days ago and there was practically a whole month before that particular problem raised its head again. But now the two werewolves she’d been looking for had found her and were going to fight to the death? Was that how it worked?

Edon was naked, throwing his loose pants away and Cass was trying very hard not to look. The man was carved out of rock and as he and Rey circled, muscles moved and gleamed in the mid-morning sunlight.

Please, stop.

Cass surprised herself by finding her voice and then surprised herself again by leaping up and stepping toward them.

Before she could say anything else, Rey shifted into a man. It was a liquid movement of grace. A moment before there had been a wolf and now there was a man.

A naked man.

A very naked man layered in thick muscle. He was slightly taller than Edon and had wild black hair curling down to his shoulders. His arms were dusted with black hair and down below-

Cass gasped. She tried not to look but then she did and saw both of them. She turned red and looked up at their faces. They still weren’t looking at her but were intently focused on each other.

Do not come closer. I will kill him and then mate with you. Rey said, not taking his eyes off Edon.

He growled in return, his voice a feral cry and then they lunged for one another.

No!

Cass found herself moving in some moment of ridiculous foolishness and ran in between them.

Rey in front of her, Edon behind.

The two werewolves froze, unwilling to fight lest they injure her.

Up close, Rey towered over her and his body was perfect. Every muscle etched in marble. But unlike marble, he was hot and alive. She could feel the warmth radiating off his body. He’d a body and face of hard edges and the bestial look he wore terrified her.

Rey breathed in and looked down at her with his perfect blue eyes. They were as cold as sapphires. Then his pupils dilated, turning his eyes into pools of black ink.

Please. I’ve waited so many years and come so far to find you both. Please don’t fight.

She pressed her hand against each of their chests, feeling herself pinned between them, a pulse throbbing between her legs.

*

Edon managed to tear his gaze away from Rey, looking down, blood pounding in his head. This was perhaps no better - her curvy ass was sticking out, the wet fabric doing little to hide her shape, the mud doing nothing to cover her scent. Sweetness. Fear. Arousal.

He felt himself stiffen and the urge to tear off her clothes and mate with her nearly overwhelmed him.

Fighting every instinct he had pushing him to kill

Reviews for My Alphas

[ErinMarshburn · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

It was pretty good. Slow in a few paces but otherwise an enjoyable read.