Four Alphas One Mate (Werebear Shifter FMMMM Menage Steamy Romance) by Willow Wilde Page A
Authors: Willow Wilde
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peeled along the shadows. As the clearing came closer, I heard a twig snap, the skitter of something out of sight, and fought the urge to run. I knew better than to flee from something big enough to immediately catch and overpower me.
Besides , I thought to myself, it’s just paranoia. There ain’t anything out here big and scary that’s going to gobble you down.
A few minutes later, I finally passed into the setting light, and spotted the cabin just a short distance up the slope. A rush of nostalgia for days long past filled my head, pushing out any of the dread I had felt during my little traipse down the trail. With the goal in sight, I found it remarkably easy to press on, and walked across the thick grass as I fought my way towards the front door.
I remembered that there had been a walkway here before, with some small stones and gravel marking the way. My foot stepped unevenly with a large crunch, and I realized that the path was still here. It had just grown over and had been lost to time.
It was as if nature had reclaimed it, leaving the cabin as it was. I wondered what kind of shape it would be in, and if I was unknowingly stepping into a death trap that had already started falling apart in the years. Had Dad even come here since he left us ?
Finally, I could see the front door, when I heard a lumbering growl from behind me. Turning with a start, my knife held before me, I felt all confidence sap from my knees. On the edge of the woods was not one, but two large bears, hulking forms that were very clearly staring at me across the completely open clearing.
Dammit ! I screamed in my head. I could have dropped into the grass! But now they’re looking right at me…
Silently, I prayed in my head that they would wander away. Go on, you two , I thought to myself. Plenty of space. You do you, and I’ll do me, and we can all just go our separate –
They bolted into a run, chasing towards me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck .
I didn't have the luxury of their size or power, and the grass was too tall for me to do anything faster than an awkward, unsteady hopping prance, but I fought my way across the waist-high grass, furiously slicing with my knife. Unfortunately, I hadn't had the foresight to sharpen it, and the lightly dull edge did absolutely nothing but tire me quicker.
The door was so close...so close!
With my limbs practically on fire, my adrenaline pushing me close to carelessly rolling my ankle with my strides, I finally reached the veranda of the cabin and flung myself against the door. Locked !
Of course it’s fucking locked ! I screamed in my head, fumbling for my keys. As I picked out the right one, I heard the bears coming closer. Their breath was practically on my skin as I jammed the key into the lock and threw the door shut behind myself, slamming the bar down.
Seriously…how difficult would it have been to have the keys ready in my hands? I shouted into my head, stumbling away from the door. If these two were adamant to get in, they probably could...and then I would be royally screwed.
But the lumbering noises outside slowed down, and I heard a pawing at the door. With my fear and adrenaline running at cataclysmic levels of Oh shit, oh shit, oh my fucking shit , I found the unfamiliar, oaken voice to be a little on the disarming side.
"And what brings you to my cabin, little sparrow?"
* * * *
I turned on my heel at the trespasser, my hunting knife still gripped with white knuckles.
"Don't you fuck with...me..." I blurted before the words trailed off. The gorgeous man in front of me was lounged against the couch, his piercing green eyes locked onto mine. With a smirk drawn across his face, I took in the overpowering look in his eyes, and the way his dark hair framed his chiseled, strong face.
But the most provocative thing about the scene
Besides , I thought to myself, it’s just paranoia. There ain’t anything out here big and scary that’s going to gobble you down.
A few minutes later, I finally passed into the setting light, and spotted the cabin just a short distance up the slope. A rush of nostalgia for days long past filled my head, pushing out any of the dread I had felt during my little traipse down the trail. With the goal in sight, I found it remarkably easy to press on, and walked across the thick grass as I fought my way towards the front door.
I remembered that there had been a walkway here before, with some small stones and gravel marking the way. My foot stepped unevenly with a large crunch, and I realized that the path was still here. It had just grown over and had been lost to time.
It was as if nature had reclaimed it, leaving the cabin as it was. I wondered what kind of shape it would be in, and if I was unknowingly stepping into a death trap that had already started falling apart in the years. Had Dad even come here since he left us ?
Finally, I could see the front door, when I heard a lumbering growl from behind me. Turning with a start, my knife held before me, I felt all confidence sap from my knees. On the edge of the woods was not one, but two large bears, hulking forms that were very clearly staring at me across the completely open clearing.
Dammit ! I screamed in my head. I could have dropped into the grass! But now they’re looking right at me…
Silently, I prayed in my head that they would wander away. Go on, you two , I thought to myself. Plenty of space. You do you, and I’ll do me, and we can all just go our separate –
They bolted into a run, chasing towards me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck .
I didn't have the luxury of their size or power, and the grass was too tall for me to do anything faster than an awkward, unsteady hopping prance, but I fought my way across the waist-high grass, furiously slicing with my knife. Unfortunately, I hadn't had the foresight to sharpen it, and the lightly dull edge did absolutely nothing but tire me quicker.
The door was so close...so close!
With my limbs practically on fire, my adrenaline pushing me close to carelessly rolling my ankle with my strides, I finally reached the veranda of the cabin and flung myself against the door. Locked !
Of course it’s fucking locked ! I screamed in my head, fumbling for my keys. As I picked out the right one, I heard the bears coming closer. Their breath was practically on my skin as I jammed the key into the lock and threw the door shut behind myself, slamming the bar down.
Seriously…how difficult would it have been to have the keys ready in my hands? I shouted into my head, stumbling away from the door. If these two were adamant to get in, they probably could...and then I would be royally screwed.
But the lumbering noises outside slowed down, and I heard a pawing at the door. With my fear and adrenaline running at cataclysmic levels of Oh shit, oh shit, oh my fucking shit , I found the unfamiliar, oaken voice to be a little on the disarming side.
"And what brings you to my cabin, little sparrow?"
* * * *
I turned on my heel at the trespasser, my hunting knife still gripped with white knuckles.
"Don't you fuck with...me..." I blurted before the words trailed off. The gorgeous man in front of me was lounged against the couch, his piercing green eyes locked onto mine. With a smirk drawn across his face, I took in the overpowering look in his eyes, and the way his dark hair framed his chiseled, strong face.
But the most provocative thing about the scene
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