Enslaved by the Alpha: Part One (Shifters of Nunavut Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

that a few of the wolves they’d travelled with had arrived before them, because she could see several of the pack members passing around M&Ms and small bags of potato chips. Those that weren’t fixated on the sweets were staring at her and Erik, varying degrees of scrutiny on their faces. None of the wolves approached them, and a few seconds later, Erik was dragging her down yet another tunnel.
    The tunnel was pitch black and grew colder the deeper they went. Before long, Astrid’s impatience with the alpha outweighed her fear of him. She began to squirm and struggle against his hold.
    “I can walk, you know.” Her voice was tired and a bit scratchy.
    Astrid was surprised when the wolf abruptly dropped her. As she fell, she braced herself for the hard impact of the icy floor. Instead, her face came in contact with something soft and fuzzy. She rubbed her cheek against it, puzzled.
    “Thanks,” she mumbled. “Um, can you untie me, too?”
    “Perhaps,” came his offhanded reply.
    He must have shifted .
    She heard the sound of a match striking, and a second later, warm light filled the tunnel. No—it wasn’t a tunnel at all. He’d brought her into a room. Unlike the rest of the cave, this room didn’t appear to be made of ice, but of stone and quartz. The light bounced off the crystals, casting a multi-chromatic illumination around the room. From what she could see, the room was quite large and she had been placed on a small pile of white furs.
    Astrid was still taking in the gorgeous sight when she sensed a presence behind her. She felt something glide across the top of her head and down her back. She swallowed hard, and then breathed a small sigh of relief when she felt him cut the bindings around her wrists.
    On instinct, she moved to sit up. The alpha placed a hand on her chest, forcing her onto her back. Though she made no effort to get back up, his hand remained between her breasts. Even through the layers of clothing that she wore, Astrid could swear that she felt heat radiating from his touch. She stared up at him, trying to mirror his stoic expression and failing miserably. He was just too overwhelming.
    She had never given much thought to what her ideal man would look like. As Carmen, her best friend in middle school had once said, “girls like us don’t get to be choosy.” Back then, Astrid had secretly rejected Carmen’s philosophy. She’d been certain that in high school, boys would be able to see beyond her curly hair, braces, and round face. They’d be able to see her inner beauty, falling hopelessly in love with her charming personality and her quirky laughter.
    But as it turned out, high school boys were not so enlightened, and so, she waited until college. Surely in college, her acne would disappear, she would lose her baby fat, and her vague ethnicity would make her exotic and mysterious.
    None of that had happened either, though she had left college with a boyfriend—the first average-looking man to give her the time of day.
    His psychopathy aside, Astrid had never before met a man of Erik’s physical caliber. With perfectly chiseled jaw, broad cheekbones, ethereal eyes, and long, inky black hair, his face was a work of art. Coupled with his massive, yet remarkably proportioned body, and with its heavy muscles and rugged scarring, he looked like some sort of ancient deity.
    As she stared up at him, Astrid realized that he was so impossibly good-looking, that it was somewhat of a turn-off. He was nowhere near her league. The idea of him being from the same planet as her was ridiculous. He was the sun, and girls like her knew better than to play with fire.
    “Are you going to rape me?” she asked, and she realized that she was probably the first woman in history to utter that phrase following a snort of laughter.
    A brief flash of confusion marred his face, but it was followed immediately by annoyance. “You think I would have to?”
    The question sobered her. “You’re attractive,