Abducted by the Alpha (Wolf Shifter Romance) (The Crestwood Chronicles) Read Online Free
Author: Julia Chase
over to the fire, where the group had left enough supplies for Darriel and I. I looked over just as he bend at the waist into the pan. The way his jeans fell around his ass, I could just tell his ass was perfect. The image of him pants-less jumped into my brain, but I forced it out even though I liked it.
He returned with a couple eggs and a piece of a toast on a plastic plate. "Sorry, we don't have any forks or nothing. We weren't really expecting any female company."
He put the plate down near my feet, and then pulled out a knife. It was long and serrated. My eyes went wide as he leaned towards me, but then he pulled me forward and cut the rope that had tied my hands.
Once the plate was in my hands, my stomach gurgled. And there was no one around who I was trying to impress - just one man from whom I still planned to escape. So I lifted one of the fried eggs and bit into it.
The yoke ran down my chin, and I wiped it with the back of my hand. I then licked the back of my hand. I was in the wilderness. Manners were no longer of utmost importance.
He smiled and watched my eat. "So Ruby," he said. "What's your story?"
I swallowed a mouthful of eggs. "My story?"
"Who are you? Where'd you grow up? Did I accidentally steal you from some neighborhood sweetheart?"
"No, I'm single," I said. I have no idea why that came out first. "Grew up in that house that... did you come into my house as a wolf and then gag me and lift me out of bed?"
"Yes," he said.
"I sleep in just panties," I said.
He leaned to one side, and I could see something sitting next to the fire that I hadn't noticed before. Something blue. My suitcase.
"Didn't want to take you home naked," he said. "And you had so conveniently packed. So what's your family like?"
"Pretty standard, for the town. They actually moved from further south when they decided to start a family. Dad's from Texas and Mom's from Arkansas."
"So they're racist, then?"
I looked at him. "I wouldn't say that."
"Would they be happy if you brought home a black man one night?"
"No, they wouldn't be happy if I brought home any man."
"But it'd be worse if he was black?"
I crumpled my chin. "Yes, it would be worse if he was black."
"That's called being a racist," said Darriel.
And in that moment, I had no idea why racism existed at all. His skin was dark, but it was so perfect. His arms, his stomach, his pecs. All dark. All smooth. And it looked amazing.
"Don't be ashamed. Your whole town is like that. That's why we were staying in the forest."
"What were you doing there, anyway?" I asked.
"You know how I mentioned we're very in touch with fate?"
I nodded, biting into the buttery toast.
"Well several members of the pack got a feeling that something bad was going to happen there. Something that only we could prevent."
"What kind of thing?"
"Paranormal," he said. "Details aren't too important. We didn't end up seeing anything. But honestly we were joking about whether the town would be more scared to see a pack of wolves show up on the streets, or a group of black men."
I laughed.
"Like we were going to start selling drugs and making kids listen to hip hop or whatever."
"It's true. I never really thought about it before, but my town is pretty bad for people like you."
I'd finished my plate, and he pulled it out of my hands and placed it into a backpack. "So," he said, "any idea if you can walk?"
I used the tree to get to my feet. But when I put weight onto the ankle, the pain shot through me once again.
"I'll take that wince as a no," he said. "Other than that you're fine though?"
"I think so," I said.
"Right then. I'll carry you."
Chapter 4
He slung a bag over his shoulder, stomped out the fire, and then walked over to me and picked me up. Cradled in his arms, he felt so incredibly sturdy. And strangely warm. But I couldn't believe it.
"You're going to carry me?" I asked.
"Yep," he said.
"All the way back to your village or whatever? Carry me for two days
He returned with a couple eggs and a piece of a toast on a plastic plate. "Sorry, we don't have any forks or nothing. We weren't really expecting any female company."
He put the plate down near my feet, and then pulled out a knife. It was long and serrated. My eyes went wide as he leaned towards me, but then he pulled me forward and cut the rope that had tied my hands.
Once the plate was in my hands, my stomach gurgled. And there was no one around who I was trying to impress - just one man from whom I still planned to escape. So I lifted one of the fried eggs and bit into it.
The yoke ran down my chin, and I wiped it with the back of my hand. I then licked the back of my hand. I was in the wilderness. Manners were no longer of utmost importance.
He smiled and watched my eat. "So Ruby," he said. "What's your story?"
I swallowed a mouthful of eggs. "My story?"
"Who are you? Where'd you grow up? Did I accidentally steal you from some neighborhood sweetheart?"
"No, I'm single," I said. I have no idea why that came out first. "Grew up in that house that... did you come into my house as a wolf and then gag me and lift me out of bed?"
"Yes," he said.
"I sleep in just panties," I said.
He leaned to one side, and I could see something sitting next to the fire that I hadn't noticed before. Something blue. My suitcase.
"Didn't want to take you home naked," he said. "And you had so conveniently packed. So what's your family like?"
"Pretty standard, for the town. They actually moved from further south when they decided to start a family. Dad's from Texas and Mom's from Arkansas."
"So they're racist, then?"
I looked at him. "I wouldn't say that."
"Would they be happy if you brought home a black man one night?"
"No, they wouldn't be happy if I brought home any man."
"But it'd be worse if he was black?"
I crumpled my chin. "Yes, it would be worse if he was black."
"That's called being a racist," said Darriel.
And in that moment, I had no idea why racism existed at all. His skin was dark, but it was so perfect. His arms, his stomach, his pecs. All dark. All smooth. And it looked amazing.
"Don't be ashamed. Your whole town is like that. That's why we were staying in the forest."
"What were you doing there, anyway?" I asked.
"You know how I mentioned we're very in touch with fate?"
I nodded, biting into the buttery toast.
"Well several members of the pack got a feeling that something bad was going to happen there. Something that only we could prevent."
"What kind of thing?"
"Paranormal," he said. "Details aren't too important. We didn't end up seeing anything. But honestly we were joking about whether the town would be more scared to see a pack of wolves show up on the streets, or a group of black men."
I laughed.
"Like we were going to start selling drugs and making kids listen to hip hop or whatever."
"It's true. I never really thought about it before, but my town is pretty bad for people like you."
I'd finished my plate, and he pulled it out of my hands and placed it into a backpack. "So," he said, "any idea if you can walk?"
I used the tree to get to my feet. But when I put weight onto the ankle, the pain shot through me once again.
"I'll take that wince as a no," he said. "Other than that you're fine though?"
"I think so," I said.
"Right then. I'll carry you."
Chapter 4
He slung a bag over his shoulder, stomped out the fire, and then walked over to me and picked me up. Cradled in his arms, he felt so incredibly sturdy. And strangely warm. But I couldn't believe it.
"You're going to carry me?" I asked.
"Yep," he said.
"All the way back to your village or whatever? Carry me for two days
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