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  Copyright © 2013 by Cassie Laurent.

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  Alpha Wolf Mate is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. This book or portions thereof may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any form whatsoever without direct permission from the author.

  This book is intended Only for Mature Audiences 18+. It contains mature themes, substantial sexually explicit scenes, and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

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  Table of Contents

  Cover

  Title/Copyright

  [1] Curves for the Werewolf

  [2] Rocked by the Werewolf

  [3] Crazy for the Werewolf

  [4] Pursued by the Wolf Pack

  [5] My Boss's Werewolf Secret

  [6] Taken by My Werewolf Boss

  [7] Seduced by My Werewolf Professor

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  Copyright © 2013 by Cassie Laurent.

  All rights reserved.

  v1.0

  Curves for the Werewolf is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. This book or portions thereof may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any form whatsoever without direct permission from the author.

  This book is intended Only for Mature Audiences 18+. It contains mature themes, substantial sexually explicit scenes, and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

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  I left the crowded bar feeling tired and a bit drunk. I thought about taking a cab, but during a night of heavy rain every car that zoomed by on Columbus Avenue was already occupied. Slowly and deliberately plodding through the rain, I looked down at my cellphone only to find one blinking bar of battery left.

  All my friends stayed at the bar, but I couldn’t face them or anyone else after what happened that night. Travis, a guy I had been seeing, had broken up with me. Guy after guy had done this to me over the years. I always got so wrapped in each guy I dated, but for them I seemed to just be a girl to pass the time with before something better came along. I chalked it up to my body, my damn curvy body that made men use me and then throw me away without the least bit of concern for my feelings.

  After he had dumped me I took a bunch of shots at the bar, trying to forget him and maybe have some fun. It was useless, I couldn’t get over this hurt in one night, the years of self-consciousness that followed me wherever I went. I left the bar without so much as a word to anyone and headed out into the gloomy night.

  The rain fell hard and cold, soaking me to the bone. I was so damn tired and cold all I wanted was to be in my warm bed, falling asleep and forgetting all my troubles for just a few restful hours. That warm bed was the only thing I wanted in the world right now; I wished more than anything that an empty cab would come by so that I could get home sooner. From where I now stood, I would have to walk all the way around Central Park to the Upper East Side. Or I could cross through it. Did I dare?

  The park was a sketchy place, especially this late at night, but I was so cold and tired. It would probably get me home a half hour earlier. What was the worst that could happen?

  I turned off the brightly lit city streets and headed down a darkened, gravel path. The only light came from dim, sporadic lampposts. I pulled my jacket around me tightly as the rain fell from the sky, soaking my hair and dripping down the soft skin of my face. I heard a howl in the distance. Very eerie, I thought. I kept walking, faster now, driven on by cold and also something else. Fear? I felt like something was following me.

  The walk seemed to be taking much longer than I expected. Had I made a wrong turn? What direction was I headed in? I had no way of telling; all the city’s landmarks were hidden by the dark branches of the trees in the park. I walked on, figuring that eventually I would come across the well-lit streets of the city sooner or later.

  Up ahead I saw three men walking towards me, their faces barely discernible in the dim lighting of the path. I kept my head down as I prepared to walk past them, hoping they wouldn’t notice me. Then the loudest one of the group blocked my path as I approached.

  “Well, well. What do we have here?” he said, giving me a terrifying grin.

  “Oh, man. She’s a little cutie pie, isn’t she? Nice and plump, isn’t that how you like ‘em, Brad?” said the man to his left, laughing as he nudged the first man in the arm.

  “I like ‘em anyway I can get ‘em,” he laughed.

  I was speechless. I tried to step around them, but the third man cut me off.

  “You give good head, honey? I heard fat chicks give good head. Is that true?” he asked, winking at me. He and his buddies started cracking up.

  “Well, I guess we’re about to find out right? Would you like suck us off, baby? You don’t get much action do you?”

  Tears welled up in my eyes as I started trembling, feeling overpowered by these nasty men, wishing I had never decided to take this shortcut; but something snapped me out of it. There was a rustling in the trees to the side of the path, the sound of dead leaves being trampled.

  Then with the swiftest speed, a large grey beast jumped in the air across the path and the first man was carried off into the woods. He screamed in agony. Then complete silence fell across the park. We all stood frozen in place like statues.

  “What the fuck, man? What the fuck is going on?” said the shorter one in the group, looking panicked.

  My mind was racing. Fear coursed through me. What had I just seen? How drunk was I?

  Then another blur of grey and the second man was knocked to the ground on the side of the path. Growling noises, bestial and foreboding as the large paws plodded slowly up to the third man who was paralyzed, his body shaking violently in abject terror.

  Adrenaline kicked in and I ran, screaming my heart out. Instinct kept me running, darting down the barely discernible path until I could see street lights through the hollow. I ran faster than I ever had, towards the gate and out of the park onto the street. I looked up for street signs, for some hint as to my location. I was on 67th street. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere in the park. I was almost twenty blocks away from my apartment.

  I walked quickly toward
the subway, my clothes now completely wet from the rain, my heels clicking on the wet sidewalks. I was out of breath still, half form running, half from panic. I felt like someone was still following me. I turned back, but found nothing. Just an empty street with a few cars passing by on the adjacent road.

  I was only a block away from the subway, surely there would be more people there. I would feel safer in a crowded public place. Plus the cars of the subway train were heated, that would be a welcome comfort in my current state.

  I walked down the steps into the station, swiping my metro card and moving through the turnstile. As soon as I walked through, I noticed a group of police officers standing around talking, watching the video monitors and keeping an eye on the station.

  I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Looking up at the timetable, I saw that a train would be in the station in two minutes. I tapped my foot, trying to calm myself as adrenaline still flowed through me. I just wanted to be home in my warm bed.

  The automated voice came across the loudspeaker signaling that a train was approaching the station. It clattered down the tracks, filling the underground space with tremendous noise before coming to a screeching halt. The doors opened and I walked in. It was relatively uncrowded and I found a space to myself very easily. Only four stops until my apartment.

  The doors started to close as a tall, dark man slipped through them. He was dressed in a dark jacket with longish, black hair. He sat down a few seats away on the opposite side of the train. I watched his face closely. He was shockingly handsome, but something was strange about him. I kept searching his features as if trying to figure out what it was.

  Then he locked eyes with me. His face stern and intense. I smiled sheepishly and looked away. A few seconds later I looked back, and he was still focused on me, his ice-cold glare piercing me, his eyes blue like Arctic glaciers. I felt my heart beating rapidly, pounding deep in my chest. He had the eyes of an animal. That’s what it was, that’s what was so strange. I looked back at him, and as soon as I had, I was forced to look away. How long had I been here, trapped by his stare?

  I heard the bell sound as the doors closed.

  I peered through the window out at the sign in the station, fearing I’d missed my stop, but luckily I was still one more stop away. The man got up as the subway lurched out of the station, walking towards me, his hands steadying himself on the metal bars overhead.

  “What is your name?” he said, his voice a hushed whisper, almost like a growl.

  “I—I’m Maggie,” I said, paralyzed with fear as I felt his essence move over me, some strange magnetism I couldn’t explain.

  “Maggie. I like that. Where are you off to tonight?”

  “I’m going home.”

  “Are you? I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” his voice was slightly mocking, a devilish grin barely surfacing on his face before being eclipsed by that intense glare. I was panicking on the inside, terrified of this man, yet strangely… attracted? I didn’t know how to describe it. It wasn’t attraction as such, it was almost animalistic, an impulse, an instinct I couldn’t explain.

  “You look stressed. Did something happen to you?”

  “No, just a r-regular night out, I guess,” I stuttered, shivering in my wet clothes, but more out of fear at what this man could do to me. What use did he have for me? He was handsome, tall, and muscular, why was he talking with me? I couldn’t help but imagine what sort of malicious game he was trying to play. Why else would he bother talking to a curvy girl like me?

  “Regular? It’s hardly regular,” he said, reaching a hand to my face, running the back of his fingers along the sensitive skin of my cheeks. I pulled my head away, shocked by the raw power even in his gentlest touch. Why was he doing this?

  Just then the bell sounded and the doors slid open. Finally, we were at my stop. I was free to get the hell out of there and into my warm bed. I threw my purse straps around my shoulders and got up from my seat. The strange man watched as I walked out the doors.

  Then, much like he had entered the train, he slipped out of it with an agile motion, just before the doors could close on him. We had been in the second to last car of the train and I was almost fifty yards away from the stairs up to the street. I clutched my purse and walked through the empty subway station as quickly as possible, my heels tapping on the dirty ground beneath me.

  Then I heard piercing noises from behind. The shredding of fabric, that torturous tearing sound, the growls of pain and fury. I turned back to find the strange man from the subway car, in a process of horrific transformation, as fur engulfed his sharp cheekbones, a snout extruding from his face as his head transformed into the terrifying majesty of a gigantic wolf’s head.

  I kicked my heels off and began running, not giving a damn how dirty the ground was. The man ran after me jumping in the air, his muscular body morphing with feral strength into the powerful frame of a massive wolf. He bounded towards me and in seconds I was pulled off my feet, the fabric of my dress caught in the vicious jaws of this monster.

  He jumped four feet down onto the tracks of the subway as he carried me, terrified, down through the darkened passageway. My mind raced. Complete terror. I was screaming. Please let me go. Let me go. Is this how I die? How will they ever find me? I envisioned my face plastered on the cover of the papers. Missing girl. Early twenties. I’m going to die in the most horrible way imaginable.

  Then I blacked out.

  I awoke later in what seemed to be a darkened cave. I could hear water dripping and then a train went by perhaps thirty yards away from me. It sounded close, but I couldn’t really tell. I was still underground and could feel the vibrations as they rolled through the cavernous space. Where am I?

  Then fear shot through me as I looked up to see the face of the dark man from the subway.

  “Hello, Maggie. I was wondering when you’d wake up.”

  “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked, so scared and powerless. I was close to tears once again.

  “Instinct. Preservation of the species. Survival of the fittest.”

  He got down next to me on the ground, sliding the blankets off me and revealing my naked body. I hastily pulled it back up to cover myself.

  “I got you out of those wet clothes, so you wouldn’t catch a chill,” he whispered in his snarling way, sounding completely at odds with the supposed concern expressed by this gesture. “I hope you don’t mind.”

  “What do I have to do to get out of here?” I asked, realizing I had to give him what he wanted if I had any hope of getting out of this alive.

  “Whatever you want to do.”

  He pulled the blanket off of me again and moved on top of me, pressing my body to the ground. His hot breath touched my face, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers crept along my neck, then down my chest over my large breasts. Further down they slid, slowly, torturing me with their circuitous path. Across my stomach, along my hips, and finally circling towards my pussy.

  “You want this, don’t you?” he said, halting the movement of his fingers.

  Was this really happening? How could I stop him? Did I even want to stop him? All I could do was close my eyes and wait. Was I scared? Sure. Did I want him? I don’t know. I could feel my body craving something, and I was powerless to fight against it. I couldn’t do anything but give into the magnetism of this strange man, this mysterious animal.

  “Do you want me inside you?”

  I opened my eyes and looked into his, but didn’t dare say a word. I nodded, my eyes expressing my submission, to both his desire and my own. He trailed his fingers down to my pussy, now soaked with the thought of him inside me. He caressed my clit, sliding the tips of two fingers along my wet lips, before plunging them forcefully inside me. I gasped, moaning with pleasure, surprised at the way I felt.

  “Who are you?” I gasped.

  “My name is Silas.”

  “But who are you? What are you?” I whispered, writhing my body on his fingers as he played with my c
lit.

  He laughed. “I think you’ve had an idea about what I am for quite some time. Have you noticed me around lately?”

  A sudden wave of understanding took hold of me.

  “The park. You were in the park,” I said, wanting to scream, but feeling weak with his fingers inside me, pleasuring me in rhythmic motion.

  “Yes, I was in the park. But before that, for many weeks now. Haven’t you felt my presence? Have you ever felt like you were being followed, only to turn around to find an empty street?”

  I didn’t answer him, but deep inside myself I knew the truth. Tonight wasn’t the first time I’d felt like that. For months now there had been this weird aura settling over my life. It was as if I was being watched.

  “I’ve been watching you, protecting you while I decided whether you were fit to be my mate.”

  Mate? What the hell was he talking about? I was trembling, unsure of what he was about to do next. He was still touching me, torturing me with the hint of pleasure, pleasure postponed, withheld until I begged him for it. I wanted him inside me, and it was only now that I could finally acknowledge this strange desire, this driving force of my inner nature.

  “Why me?” I asked, still not understanding why I should be chosen.

  “Why not? Your luscious, wide hips make you a perfect fit as a mate. Large breasts to suckle, to nourish the young. And you’re strong, emotionally strong. I’ve watched you for so long, I can tell. You walk around feeling self-conscious, and questioning your every move. But I know you better than you know yourself. You’re determined; you know how to handle yourself, but you also know when to listen. You know when to obey your alpha,” said Silas, breathing his hot breath into my face as he spoke. The sensation it created on the sensitive skin of my cheek making me melt. He was still rubbing my clit, practically making me beg for him to get inside me, to fill me up with his huge cock.

  “Silas…” I moaned, perhaps trying to coax him in, to let him know I was ready for whatever he had planned.