Staking His Claim (BBW Alpha Male Werewolf Paranormal Romance Erotica) by Sierra Wolf Page B
Authors: Sierra Wolf
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mercilessly...I
fumbled my keys, so desperate to get behind closed doors and relieve
the tension that my hands were unsteady.
The key clicked in the lock, and my
cell rang.
I groaned as I saw Dr. Andrew's name on
the screen, and pressed the button.
“Miss Gray, I can't make it in
tonight, but I just got an emergency call. I need you to get to the
clinic now and get the situation taken care of.” I suppressed a
sigh of defeat. I already had a situation
to take care of.
“ I'll
be there as soon as possible, doctor.” I locked the door again
and headed back out. The clinic was on the very edge of town, only
half a mile away. Fantasy Jacob would have to wait, to
my dismay.
The
walk to the clinic dulled the sparkle the whiskey had put on the
world. The trees of the
surrounding forest grew thicker as I left the town behind, carefully
picking my way along the edge
of the road. I could see the
flickering orange light of the clinic ahead and hurried
up, now worried that the emergency call might be too late to fix.
I unlocked the door and shoved
hard, but it wouldn't budge. After several tries I realized that the
deadbolts had been slid from inside. The back door was
deadbolted as well. No one was here.
I
stood beneath the flickering orange light, my phone in hand, debating
whether to call the doctor back or not. It
suddenly occurred to me just how alone I was out here, the orange
bulb overhead the only artificial light as far as I could see. The
moon shone full, the stars carpeting the sky in a thick smear.
A chill ran down my spine for
no reason, and I stared at the woods surrounding me. I had never been
afraid of superstitions, but something felt off.
I
raised my phone to dial the doctor when I heard a snap of a branch.
“ Rosalie,”
a deep voice said, growling in the back of their throat. The chill
became fire, roaring through my veins. Something shifted in the
darkness, the moon just barely illuminating his broad chest and
muscular arms. I swore I could see the amber fire of his eyes even
from the distance.
But
what stepped from the forest was not the Jacob I had met, his body
thickly coated in dark fur, his fingers elongated into long claws.
The werewolf growled again, sniffing the air intently. He was
massive, and dropped to all fours as he locked onto me.
My
phone slipped from numb fingers and shattered on the pavement. A
piercing howl ripped through the night, sending tremors of
fire and ice through me from
head to toe.
Then
h e charge d at me.
C hapter
2
I plunged into the woods, my mind in a
frenzy of panic and strange excitement. The werewolf crashing through
the woods behind me was definitely Jacob, but his teeth were so
sharp, and his claws had glinted at me as he tore across the
street...but the look in his fiery eyes didn't tell me blood was on
his mind.
I caught a whiff of spicy cologne as I
leaped over a fallen tree, stumbling in the dead leaves on the other
side. His growl echoed through my chest, rattling my limbs as I
scrambled to get up and keep running.
“You're mine !” he
roared, and I turned for a bare second as a branch whipped across my
face. He was atop the log I had jumped over, glowering at me. The
terror in me was slowly turning into something else. He could catch
up with me in a heartbeat if he truly wanted to kill me...
I stumbled and fell, sliding downhill
in the darkness, the debris beneath me rustling loud as gunfire as I
frantically clawed the ground to control my descent. Jacob was
silent, the woods completely devoid of noise but for my panicked
flight.
I pulled myself to my feet, groaning
softly at the stitch in my side, trying not to breathe too loudly. No
growls, no tell-tale crackles, nothing. I wondered if he had given
up, if some tastier prey had caught his eye.
There was a stream burbling happily
just ahead of me and I splashed through it, sending up sloshes of
water like quicksilver in the moonlight. I had some half-formed idea
that the running water would ruin
fumbled my keys, so desperate to get behind closed doors and relieve
the tension that my hands were unsteady.
The key clicked in the lock, and my
cell rang.
I groaned as I saw Dr. Andrew's name on
the screen, and pressed the button.
“Miss Gray, I can't make it in
tonight, but I just got an emergency call. I need you to get to the
clinic now and get the situation taken care of.” I suppressed a
sigh of defeat. I already had a situation
to take care of.
“ I'll
be there as soon as possible, doctor.” I locked the door again
and headed back out. The clinic was on the very edge of town, only
half a mile away. Fantasy Jacob would have to wait, to
my dismay.
The
walk to the clinic dulled the sparkle the whiskey had put on the
world. The trees of the
surrounding forest grew thicker as I left the town behind, carefully
picking my way along the edge
of the road. I could see the
flickering orange light of the clinic ahead and hurried
up, now worried that the emergency call might be too late to fix.
I unlocked the door and shoved
hard, but it wouldn't budge. After several tries I realized that the
deadbolts had been slid from inside. The back door was
deadbolted as well. No one was here.
I
stood beneath the flickering orange light, my phone in hand, debating
whether to call the doctor back or not. It
suddenly occurred to me just how alone I was out here, the orange
bulb overhead the only artificial light as far as I could see. The
moon shone full, the stars carpeting the sky in a thick smear.
A chill ran down my spine for
no reason, and I stared at the woods surrounding me. I had never been
afraid of superstitions, but something felt off.
I
raised my phone to dial the doctor when I heard a snap of a branch.
“ Rosalie,”
a deep voice said, growling in the back of their throat. The chill
became fire, roaring through my veins. Something shifted in the
darkness, the moon just barely illuminating his broad chest and
muscular arms. I swore I could see the amber fire of his eyes even
from the distance.
But
what stepped from the forest was not the Jacob I had met, his body
thickly coated in dark fur, his fingers elongated into long claws.
The werewolf growled again, sniffing the air intently. He was
massive, and dropped to all fours as he locked onto me.
My
phone slipped from numb fingers and shattered on the pavement. A
piercing howl ripped through the night, sending tremors of
fire and ice through me from
head to toe.
Then
h e charge d at me.
C hapter
2
I plunged into the woods, my mind in a
frenzy of panic and strange excitement. The werewolf crashing through
the woods behind me was definitely Jacob, but his teeth were so
sharp, and his claws had glinted at me as he tore across the
street...but the look in his fiery eyes didn't tell me blood was on
his mind.
I caught a whiff of spicy cologne as I
leaped over a fallen tree, stumbling in the dead leaves on the other
side. His growl echoed through my chest, rattling my limbs as I
scrambled to get up and keep running.
“You're mine !” he
roared, and I turned for a bare second as a branch whipped across my
face. He was atop the log I had jumped over, glowering at me. The
terror in me was slowly turning into something else. He could catch
up with me in a heartbeat if he truly wanted to kill me...
I stumbled and fell, sliding downhill
in the darkness, the debris beneath me rustling loud as gunfire as I
frantically clawed the ground to control my descent. Jacob was
silent, the woods completely devoid of noise but for my panicked
flight.
I pulled myself to my feet, groaning
softly at the stitch in my side, trying not to breathe too loudly. No
growls, no tell-tale crackles, nothing. I wondered if he had given
up, if some tastier prey had caught his eye.
There was a stream burbling happily
just ahead of me and I splashed through it, sending up sloshes of
water like quicksilver in the moonlight. I had some half-formed idea
that the running water would ruin
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