Falling for the Alphas: Part One Read Online Free Page A

adopted when I was just three."
    "Adopted." He didn't sound
surprised at all. He nodded. "There's so much to tell you, but
we've so little time. You're kinfolk, Naomi. Born of our blood. One
of your parents may have been a werewolf, or a grandparent, but our
fire burns in you. Werewolves... we can't have offspring with each
other. The fire burns too brightly within us, and no child born of
two werewolf parents survives the pregnancy. But we can mate with
kin. Relatives who never changed into a wolf." He caught her wide
eyed look and laughed, "No, not like that. There are many, many
different families. We're not all related. But if we wish to have
werewolf children, we must mate with kin."
    The way he spoke about
mating was so casual. It drove home just what he was - a werewolf.
She tried to act professional. "I see. So what you're saying is
that I can have werewolf children?" She couldn't believe the words
coming out of her mouth.
    "More than that." He moved
forward subtly. Closed the distance between them just a fraction
more. Naomi's mouth went dry. She was suddenly, terribly aware of
their being alone in this room. Nothing between them but a few thin
layers of clothing and an inch of air. His eyes held her gaze, and
she couldn't have looked away if she wanted. "You're special,
Naomi. You have a totem-seed by your side."
    "A totem-seed?" Her voice was all
dreamy, and then realization snapped in. "You mean
Illixy?"
    "Illixy?" Dylan smiled
briefly, and then nodded. "Yes. He is a spirit of great potential.
Great power. Werewolf packs, they work together as one under a
totem spirit. A spiritual guide who unites us, gives us powers
beyond even our might, lets us fight the darkness on even
terms."
    "Oh." She was barely
keeping up. She glanced down at his capable hands. The veins on
their backs, the long fingers. Remembered their touch. The fine
golden hairs that caught the lamplight. She raised her gaze. "That
sounds... really important." What was she even saying?
    "More than you know. My
pack. The Silver Song pack. Our alpha was killed last year, and our
totem destroyed." Such pain there. An old wound, a burning grief.
She saw the distress that voicing those words brought to him, the
glimmer in his eyes, and immediately put one hand on his chest,
wanting to comfort him somehow.
    "I'm so sorry." She searched for
words. Nothing seemed suitable. "And Illixy could help?"
    "Yes." His voice became
husky. She imagined she could feel his heart beating through his
jacket. He shifted closer, and touched her just above the waist, a
gentle caress that sent electric sparks running down her body.
"Illixy could grow into our pack totem. Could unite the Silver Song
once more. But only if..." He trailed off. He stepped in again, and
brushed her cheek with his. The faint rasp of a day's growth of
beard. Her nipples tightened beneath the cotton of her bra, almost
aching as they brushed lightly against him. She wanted to lean into
his hard body, press herself against him.
    "Only if...?" She prompted
him, mind swirling. He was magnetic. Feral, yet gentle, commanding,
yet tender. She wanted to draw out his fire, see him burn for her,
and heal his wounds all at the same time. A wounded
alpha.
    "Only if the alpha of the
Silver Song takes Illixy's kin companion as his mate." His words
were whispered into her ear, his voice hoarse, and she realized he
was trembling, restraining himself. He kissed the nape of her neck,
and she felt the faint touch of his teeth as he nipped her flesh
gently. His hand slid around her waist to her back and pulled her
body flush against his. She groaned, pressed her herself against
his chest. Thoughts blew through her mind like falling
leaves.
    He tilted her chin back
and kissed the hollow of her throat, the cupped her cheek with his
palm and ran his thumb over her lips. A fire was simmering in her
core, and she knew it would take very little to let it slip and set
herself completely aflame. She barely knew him, yet she wanted