Craving the Alpha: Part Five: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers Book 5)

Craving the Alpha: Part Five: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers Book 5) by Kate Kent

Book: Craving the Alpha: Part Five: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers Book 5) by Kate Kent Read Free Book Online
Authors: Kate Kent
CHAPTER ONE
     
    My head was fuzzy, but as I woke up I realized that McGreevy was standing over me. He had a lecherous look on his face as he stroked the bulge in his pants. Then, I remembered the shot Dorian had given me. It must have been some sort of drug to knock me out.
    I struggled to look around. I was laying on a twin bed in my cotton bra and the pair of jeans I’d been wearing earlier. My tee was crumpled in a heap on the floor. Though I could see a sheet and blanket nearby, it was obvious they had either been removed, or I had kicked them off myself.
    The room was simply furnished with two other beds, each with a side table, a six drawer metal cabinet on the side wall, and a few chairs. Aside from McGreevy’s fat ass, there was no one else in the room. Looking past him, I could see heavy bars inset on the sides of the door.
    I felt my face grow hot as I thought of McGreevy standing over me earlier, when I was totally out of it and dreaming about sex with Markus. Had I been squirming around in front of him? I felt my body flush with embarrassment.
    “You looked like you were having quite the dream there, Kristen,” McGreevy leered.
    As fast as the shame washed over me, it dissipated. Sure, I was half naked in front of this clown, but it wasn’t my fault, I’d been drugged. Anger welled up inside me. The old perv!
    “Give me my shirt!” I demanded.
    “Ooh … bossy little thing, aren’t you—shame to cover up those sweet tits of yours. But if you are sure you want it, I’ll get it for you. You may want to wait till it’s washed first, since you spit up all over it when they brought you in here. Besides, I think you’ve got too many clothes on right now.”
    McGreevy grinned down at me. What a sick fuck. “Where’s my duffle?” I asked.
    “Get it yourself,” McGreevy said, pointing to a corner. “It’s over there.”
    I gingerly stepped out of the bed and over to the duffle; ignoring McGreevy’s bug-eyed stare. The man was an asshole, and I was not going to let him mess with my mind. I already had a deep headache from whatever Dorian had injected into me.
    As I pulled a clean top over my head, I heard a commotion in the room. Dorian entered, followed by two strapping men. McGreevy quickly let go of his crotch and pulled away to the side.
    Dorian gave McGreevy a cold stare. “Why isn’t this cell door locked?”
    “I … I was just helping her.”
    “Helping her with what?” Dorian demanded to know, yet he brushed aside his own question as he continued. “This cell and all the others with prisoners need to be locked at all times, unless my father, one of my brothers or I ask for it to be opened. Am I clear on that?”
    McGreevy mumbled something, his face flushed with color.
    “Prisoner! Is that what I am?”
    “Kristen, dear Kristen, this is just temporary. Just till you prove you will not try to run,” Dorian said, narrowing his eyes, “as you have in the past.”
    “Where is Markus?” I demanded.
    “Kristen, where are your manners?” Dorian asked. “You have only been here for 24 hours, all of which you have spent sleeping, and instead of greeting us you ask where Markus is?”
    I shot Dorian my dirtiest look. The man just couldn’t be reasoned with.
    “Kristen,” he waved his hands towards the two men behind him. “These are my half-brothers.”
    I gazed at the two men with Dorian. They were massive in size, with thick, lush curls tumbling around their faces. Except for their hair color, it was almost like seeing double.
    “They’re twins,” I said, surprised.
    “Duh,” said Dorian. “That’s Kincaid,” he said, pointing to the man with pale blonde hair, “and that’s Troy with the carrot top.”
    Troy, I knew that name! It was hard not to show my disgust as I looked at him. He and Dorian had the same lemon, yellow eyes, but where Dorian and Kincaid had light hair, Troy’s was almost an orangey red. He had a hefty, muscular body, and judging by several deep scars

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