Roaring for Him (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Wicked in Wilder Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

entry was left unguarded. And hell, they were probably pissed at being left out of the festivities. She’d finally wiggled more information out of Phoebe and discovered tonight’s gathering was a joint bachelor and bachelorette party.
    Which involved semi-naughty cookies and an all-night run. And for wolves, an all-night run included an evening filled with hunting and sex. Or rather, hunting for sex.
    Mitchell is out there… hunting, chasing, searching…
    Tilly shuddered, a tendril of arousal and desire slinking into her veins. In her mind, it was her he chased, followed through the forest and finally pounced. The lioness being caught by the wolf.
    With a shake of her head, she popped her car into park and remained still as one of the largest men she’d ever seen strode from the shadows. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, the fabric snug on his body, and she wondered if that was because he simply liked tight clothing or if his beast was on edge and threatening to break free. Tilly had experienced that sensation more than once in her life. Threaten her sisters and her lioness leapt forward, stretching the fabric and sometimes tearing it to shreds as her shift edged closer. Hate. Menace. Anger.
    Her cat prowled, disliking the nearness of this wolf. It wanted out, wanted to protect itself and the extended threat he posed to their small cub. No matter Phoebe’s age, she’d always be Tilly’s cub. She nudged the animal back, fighting the ache in her gums and the stinging that encompassed her skin. The bitch was pushing hard, growing stronger the nearer this massive wolf came. The glow from her headlights fell on him, illuminating him in a brief flash, but it was enough.
    Enough to see his amber eyes and misshapen jaw, the light dusting of gray fur on his cheeks and the growing nails on his hands.
    Tilly’s cat immediately reacted to the impending threat. Her skin rippled, a gentle wave that undulated through her and left golden fur in its wake. Her vision flashed, colors changing and the night slowly came into focus through her feline’s eyes. Her gaze darted through the space, cataloging her surroundings in a rapid glance.
    The wolf wasn’t alone—at least four others lingered along the tree line. Two were wolves while the others remained on two feet, their claws reflecting snippets of moonlight.
    Five against one. Great odds.
    The nearer he came, the more uneasy she grew, her lioness pacing and snarling and she couldn’t remain trapped inside her vehicle. She knew what was coming and cursed herself again and again for coming to the pack house, for not begging Emma to do it for her. Emma was human, she wouldn’t have been bothered or threatened by the pack.
    A lioness on the other hand…
    Why? Why? Why?
    Because I wanted to see him again…
    God, she was such an idiot.
    Whatever. She’d fought off more wolves than this in the past. Sure, the last time was when she was twenty—forever ago—but she could take them.
    Had to take them.
    Before he got too close, she threw her door open, leaving it wide as she took a step out of the vehicle. She tugged off her jacket and tossed it into her car. “I’m here at your alpha’s invitation.”
    The large man halted for a moment, his yellowed eyes narrowing at her. “I know you. You’re—”
    “Mine,” Mitchell snapped, emerging from the shadows.
    The power of an alpha flicked through the air, unseen but no less powerful. The men who’d remained in the darkness retreated silently and the massive male before her froze in place. His gaze remained locked on Tilly while he tilted his head to the side. Not in submission to her, but the large, approaching male. The alpha’s anger was hot and heavy in the air and her cat purred at the first hint of that scent. It knew the carefully banked rage wasn’t at her but on her behalf and that had the lioness’ motors running.
    “Leave, Seth, we’ll talk later.” Mitchell’s voice was harsh.
    “Alpha…” the male