Alpha Curves (Paranormal BBW Shifter Romance): Wolf Clan Book 3 Read Online Free Page B

"Time for you to go, cub."
    "Not a cub." A weak snarl bubbled past Joelle's pouting lips. Then her gaze flicked beyond his shoulder and her eyes went wide. "Is that woman wearing your robe?"
    A wave of heat blasted Cade's back. He heard the sharp snap and crackle of witch light, felt its energy run electric fingers through his hair and down his spine. Another hot blast, wolfish in form, washed over him.
    Joelle buckled to the ground.
    Dropping the bag, he grabbed the wolfling by one arm and roughly hauled her to her feet. His mate's wrath pushing at his back, he stumbled into his drive, dragging Joelle's half limp form with him. He shoved her into the cab of her truck, his hands ransacking her jacket pockets for the key. Finding it, he shoved it into the ignition and turned the engine over.
    "Can you drive?" He barked the question as he gave the girl a hard shake to rouse her senses.
    She offered a faint nod. "Who is that?"
    "Your alpha--"
    Another snarl, this time with a flash of canines, erupted from the wolfling.
    She was right, but only technically. Joelle's alpha pair were in their fifties and managed a pack of twenty-five wolves. But the words felt right to Cade. The power rolling off Iris had been almost enough to knock him off his feet and he doubted she was even accustomed to wielding it.
    When Iris finally let her wolf run free? He couldn't imagine an alpha, male or female, who could stand up to her.
    "My mate," Cade corrected. "You'll treat her as such. Now get the hell out of here before she fries your ass."
    He slammed the truck door and took a step back, glaring at the girl through the window until she threw the vehicle in gear and smashed a foot down on the accelerator. Shielding his face from the loose gravel the tires kicked up, he watched until she was safely out of his drive.
    Cautiously turning to the house, he saw that Iris hadn't moved. Stiff and shaking, her arms crowded her curves and ended in clenched fists. Her wolf glowed in her gaze, a glint of silver hugging the outer side of each pupil like a crescent moon.
    Scowling, Cade stalked toward his front door. "What the hell was that about?"
    He didn't need her to answer. Iris's response had been pure instinct triggered by Joelle's scent. The wolfling wasn't in heat, but she had dripped arousal. A she-wolf wouldn't care unless the arousal was directed at her mate -- and Joelle's sweet smelling cunt had been primed for Cade even if he wanted nothing to do with the girl.
    Slamming the door shut, he continued across the room. All the anger fled from Iris as she realized they were alone again. She took a step back and Cade growled.
    "You run away for twelve fucking years, years you should have been with me as my mate--" He raised his hand, warning against further retreat as Iris took another step away from him. "And you want to take a wolfling's head off because she drops a little juice around me?"
    Lips quivering, Iris didn't reply.
    Cade huffed at her, their bodies close enough that the warmth of his breath curled against her face. He placed his palm on her shoulders and forced her against the wall. His gaze dipped to her throat and then his hand captured the silver necklace and jerked it from her once more.
    Sweet heaven...
    He let the scent of her heat wash over him, rolled with its force even as his knees weakened. She had always smelled so damn delicious, but this was entirely different. This was the promise of her, forever, their cubs, a stronger pack. Hell, a stronger clan.
    His hands curled around the collar of the robe she wore and he leaned in, his head angling so that his mouth could claim hers.
    "No!" Her palms pushed against his chest, the strength surprising him.
    The strength and the blistering sensation that came with her touch. Looking down, he saw her fingernails glowing.
    "More silver, baby?" Absently licking his top lip, Cade grabbed her hand. Willing one of his nails longer and sharper, he scratched at the dark purple polish Iris wore.