Rebecca (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Alpha Marked Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

didn’t like it, but it was necessary. He hoped she’d accept them when she knew the truth.
    “Where”—he cleared his throat and pushed back the emotions crowding his chest—“where should we take her?”

Chapter Four
     
    Rebecca stared at the three women surrounding her. They’d been there from the moment she’d opened her eyes and still hadn’t left her alone.
    And alone would be a good thing. If she were by herself, she’d find a way to escape the crazies standing before her as well as those who lurked on the other side of the door.
    Who knew they had an asylum that held thousands of people who all had the same delusion? It was one for the record books.
    Even worse, they were her cousins. Blood relatives. Was Rebecca going to drink the Kool-Aid and suddenly join them in Crazy Town?
    “Sooo…” Rebecca raised her eyebrows and looked to Scarlet, their “Ruling Alpha Mate.” Whatever that was. Rebecca didn’t wanna know. “I haven’t seen you three since we were kids. I mean, we last got together before the great Family Implosion of Doom during the last family reunion.”
    Scarlet rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, it was your mom’s fault. She was all—”
    “Focus,” Gabby snapped at Scarlet and then returned her attention to Rebecca. “Go ahead. We know you have questions.”
    Questions? Right. She shook her head. “To recap. Werewolves are real.” All three women nodded. “And this is the annual Gathering.” Another set of nods. “And women who have either a weird scar tattoo thing or who are meant to be with magic werewolves”— holy shit, magic is real —“are summoned here with aforementioned magic.” More nods. “And I was dragged here by magic because I hadn’t shown up yet?”
    “Right,” Whitney, the quietest of the three responded.
    “Which means I have a Mark thingy, or I’ll glow in the dark and get a shit-ton of Mark thingies like Whitney.” Rebecca gulped when they all gave the same nods. “I would prefer aliens.”
    Whitney patted Rebecca’s arm. “I know, but it’s real, werewolves are real. The existence of werewolves, Marked, and Warden Born are as old as time.”
    “It could be a mistake,” she interjected hopefully.
    “No.” Scarlet shook her head. “The mojo-wielding idiots may not have done things exactly right, but they aren’t wrong about getting the women here. You just didn’t end up in the right place here. You see, the ballroom is set up so that…” Scarlet gestured behind her and Rebecca peered around her cousins to find more clumps of women throughout the massive room. Small groups surrounded single, panic-stricken women, and she imagined they were all receiving the same news.
    Werewolves were real, and they were meant to mate with one.
    Mate…
    “You realize I don’t have a Mark thing. I mean, I know my body, right?” Scarlet and Gabby had flashed their Marks during show and tell so she knew what she was looking for. But she also knew every scarred, taut inch of her body and nary a Mark was to be seen. Just burns, and she was thankful those were easily covered with clothing. “And there’s no scar thing.” Other scars, but they were twisted masses of skin and tissue. Not the pretty swirls that decorated her cousins.
    “The thing about that is…” Scarlet began again, and Gabby picked up the end of the sentence.
    “You wouldn’t be here without one. If you don’t have a Mark”—Gabby raised her eyebrows and Rebecca shook her head—“then you’re meant for a pair of Wardens. Which, I mean, is kinda cool. When I mated Berke and Jack, I only got awesome sex and those two constantly in my head. Whitney got super powers and this glowing thing when she gets pissed. I mean, it usually comes right before she whips out her power-dick, but whatever.”
    Said woman suddenly glowed as she glared at Gabby.
    “ Any -way.” Scarlet clapped her hands twice. “Back on track, people. Gabby, quit antagonizing Whitney. When she burns your