The Wayward Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Joanna Wilson
Nadine had heard every single word.
Blushing from the roots of my hair down to my toes, I decided to just avoid the topic all together and get back to the job at hand. “Keep on him. Send me the location, and I’ll head over in five.”
“Sure you will. You know, Jade, a bath will—”
I hung up.
Grumbling under my breath, I walked back to the bedroom and scooped up Redthorn’s shirt. I groaned as I tugged the sweater on, muscles I hadn’t used in years crying out in protest. Wincing, I looked down at my thighs seeing a smear of red.
Then I saw it. The bite mark on my inner thigh. The mating mark.
“No, he fucking did not!” I screamed as I ran my fingers over the mark and felt the subtle connection there. I could feel him, Redthorn was in my skin, and very soon he’d be in my head.
Crap, the man had just marked me as his mate!
****
“… You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, David.” I heard Redthorn’s voice as I snuck in the back entrance of the warehouse.
I was quiet, but I didn't doubt for a second Redthorn knew I was there. We were mated and if the heat coming off the mating mark on my thigh didn’t tell me he’d already known, then his call would have.
“Come out, little wolf.”
I briefly pondered what the best course of action really was: continue hiding or come out. A badly beaten man was on his knees in front of Redthorn and my mate was splattered in blood. I knew the addictive quality of revenge, and I also knew how easy it was to kill anyone who got in the way of that revenge. No matter who they were.
“I will not repeat myself, mate.” Redthorn warned his voice so low that if I hadn’t been a wolf I never would have heard it.
Palming the ceramic daggers hidden in the pocket of my jeans, I slowly moved away from my hiding place. I knew Nadine was close by, and just in case she was watching I shook my head and mouthed “no”. It was our code whenever we were out on a mission. Every wolf I worked with knew not to interfere when I didn’t want them to, and so far only one wolf hadn’t followed my directive. He paid for that mistake with his life.
My voice was soft and cajoling. “I’m here, my alpha. I will always be here, and revenge can always wait.”
Redthorn’s laugh was dark, and held a sinister quality. He never turned to look at me, never took his eyes off the man in front of him. I came closer and got a look at the wolf kneeling in front of Redthorn. Both his eyes were nearly swollen shut, blood raced across his shirt, and dripped onto the floor in a small pool. I had no doubt that if he wasn’t treated soon, he would die out from blood loss.
“Didn’t you wonder why I didn’t let you touch my back last night, little wolf?” Redthorn asked softly, surprising me.
I frowned, wondering where he was going with this. “No. I didn’t notice. You know he'll die from blood loss soon, is that what you want?” I kept my voice light, my movements slow, but never did I ease up on my weapons.
I had no idea what state of mind Redthorn was in, and I was not about to be his next victim. It wasn’t common for mates to attack each other, but nothing about Redthorn was common. I smiled to myself, thinking I could say the same thing about myself. We were two peas in a very dangerous pod.
Redthorn snorted and finally looked at me. I could see the wolf moving in his eyes, bloodlust snapping angry jaws at me. In a blur of movement, the alpha pulled his shirt over his head and tossed the garment at the other wolf.
I stared in horror at the whip marks on his back. There had to be dozens, and most of them looked like they required stitches.
Werewolves had incredible healing abilities yet those whip marks ran so deep on Redthorn's back that they were still apparent. I could only imagine the intense pain Redthorn had endured. Reaching out, I felt the marks, and my heart
Blushing from the roots of my hair down to my toes, I decided to just avoid the topic all together and get back to the job at hand. “Keep on him. Send me the location, and I’ll head over in five.”
“Sure you will. You know, Jade, a bath will—”
I hung up.
Grumbling under my breath, I walked back to the bedroom and scooped up Redthorn’s shirt. I groaned as I tugged the sweater on, muscles I hadn’t used in years crying out in protest. Wincing, I looked down at my thighs seeing a smear of red.
Then I saw it. The bite mark on my inner thigh. The mating mark.
“No, he fucking did not!” I screamed as I ran my fingers over the mark and felt the subtle connection there. I could feel him, Redthorn was in my skin, and very soon he’d be in my head.
Crap, the man had just marked me as his mate!
****
“… You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, David.” I heard Redthorn’s voice as I snuck in the back entrance of the warehouse.
I was quiet, but I didn't doubt for a second Redthorn knew I was there. We were mated and if the heat coming off the mating mark on my thigh didn’t tell me he’d already known, then his call would have.
“Come out, little wolf.”
I briefly pondered what the best course of action really was: continue hiding or come out. A badly beaten man was on his knees in front of Redthorn and my mate was splattered in blood. I knew the addictive quality of revenge, and I also knew how easy it was to kill anyone who got in the way of that revenge. No matter who they were.
“I will not repeat myself, mate.” Redthorn warned his voice so low that if I hadn’t been a wolf I never would have heard it.
Palming the ceramic daggers hidden in the pocket of my jeans, I slowly moved away from my hiding place. I knew Nadine was close by, and just in case she was watching I shook my head and mouthed “no”. It was our code whenever we were out on a mission. Every wolf I worked with knew not to interfere when I didn’t want them to, and so far only one wolf hadn’t followed my directive. He paid for that mistake with his life.
My voice was soft and cajoling. “I’m here, my alpha. I will always be here, and revenge can always wait.”
Redthorn’s laugh was dark, and held a sinister quality. He never turned to look at me, never took his eyes off the man in front of him. I came closer and got a look at the wolf kneeling in front of Redthorn. Both his eyes were nearly swollen shut, blood raced across his shirt, and dripped onto the floor in a small pool. I had no doubt that if he wasn’t treated soon, he would die out from blood loss.
“Didn’t you wonder why I didn’t let you touch my back last night, little wolf?” Redthorn asked softly, surprising me.
I frowned, wondering where he was going with this. “No. I didn’t notice. You know he'll die from blood loss soon, is that what you want?” I kept my voice light, my movements slow, but never did I ease up on my weapons.
I had no idea what state of mind Redthorn was in, and I was not about to be his next victim. It wasn’t common for mates to attack each other, but nothing about Redthorn was common. I smiled to myself, thinking I could say the same thing about myself. We were two peas in a very dangerous pod.
Redthorn snorted and finally looked at me. I could see the wolf moving in his eyes, bloodlust snapping angry jaws at me. In a blur of movement, the alpha pulled his shirt over his head and tossed the garment at the other wolf.
I stared in horror at the whip marks on his back. There had to be dozens, and most of them looked like they required stitches.
Werewolves had incredible healing abilities yet those whip marks ran so deep on Redthorn's back that they were still apparent. I could only imagine the intense pain Redthorn had endured. Reaching out, I felt the marks, and my heart
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