curse of the alpha - episode 03 & 04 (12 page)

new to me too.”

“But not really,” he said, stroking her arm. “We knew each other all our lives until you moved away.”

Ainsley thought about that.

It was true, although they hadn’t spent any time together since they were kids. She

thought about the rope tree and the creek.

And Erik.

“We weren’t close though, were we?” she asked instead.

He shook his head and let his hand graze her breast instead of her arm. His heart

sped and she could feel the warmth of his skin through her dress.

“What are you doing?”

“Ainsley, we’re going to be mated. Forever. You’re mine now. Just let go, enjoy it. I’m planning to enjoy it a lot.”

“We are going to be mated,” she agreed. “Why don’t you tell me about your life? It

will be my life too, right? You can touch me while you tell me if you want,” she added.

He looked a little annoyed, but the invitation to touch placated him.

“What do you want to know?” he asked, letting his hand curve around her left breast.

“Where do you live?” Ainsley asked, trying to concentrate.

“I live in my Dad’s old house, on Drexel,” he glanced up to answer, then went back to her breast. He cupped it, as though he was weighing it, like a steak, then slid his thumb over her nipple.

It felt nice but Ainsley tried not to react to his touch. It was good to get him talking.

Outside, the rain finally began to fall.

“How did you decide to become a police officer?”

“I dunno’, my Dad, I guess.”

“Did he encourage you?”

“Nope, not really. But I liked the way he was. He worked hard and everyone respected

him. And the uniforms are top notch.”

“You look really handsome in yours,” she admitted.

He smiled and leaned his head against her belly. His hand moved from her breast

down to her hip.

Ainsley tried to keep her cool as he mouthed her stomach. She was not a thin woman,

but she could tell by the way he was nuzzling and nipping that he was satisfied.

“Was your dad glad you became a policeman?”

He groaned into her and then pulled back.

“Yes.”

They stared each other down. Thunder crashed outside. Ainsley broke the silence.

“What do you do in your time off?”

“I go to bars and, um, meet women. Or watch TV or listen to the radio on my back

porch.”

“Do you ever go on vacation?”

“Sure.”

“Where do you go?”

“Down the shore. Rent a place with a few guys.”

“What do you do?”

“Swim, go to bars, meet women.”

“What else should I know about you?”

He blinked at her.

“Nothing,” he finally said.

“Do you want to know anything about me?”

“I’m gonna’ find out everything about you, Ainsley, I promise. Right now the only thing I want to know about you is how to get your clothes off.”

Ainsley laughed nervously. There was sweetness in his forthright approach. But it was intimidating to be in a small room with a gigantic guy who seemed like he was getting impatient.

“Okay, Clive, I’m not sure, but I think we need to draw your alpha before we, um, do

it.”

“Oh, how do you do that?”

“I don’t know, but did you notice at the college that when we looked at each other

there was a connection and something happened?”

“Yes,” he smiled.

“Well, I think that was the beginning of it.”

“So what do we do?”

“I don’t know. I guess we could start by just looking into each other’s eyes?”

He sat up and looked at her. They were so close she felt almost cross-eyed.

Nothing happened.

“Maybe we should stand,” Ainsley suggested.

Clive shrugged. The mattress groaned heavily as he launched himself to his feet.

Ainsley joined him and looked into his eyes again. She thought about how handsome

he was and how nice it was that he was the sheriff of the town she had grown up in.

He looked back at her with barely restrained lust. His blue eyes were almost hypnotic.

Suddenly there was a shimmer around his hair.

Her heart leapt, but as soon as she looked at it, it disappeared.

“Hey!” he said.

“Let’s do it again.”

Clive fixed her with a steamy look, this time he took her in his arms. She looked back hopefully and again there was a faint glimmer.

Suddenly, Ainsley’s skin was humming with electricity. This was different than any

other time, but still weirdly familiar. Maybe it was working?

“Why are you doing this?”

The voice wasn’t Clive’s.

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A insley’s head whipped around.

“Brian.”

He was standing in the room with them. His face was perfect. He had a backpack on

his back. Ainsley began to tremble.

“What?” Clive asked.

“You’re making a mistake,” Brian said.

Ainsley tried to force herself to breathe.

“What’s wrong?” Clive asked again.

Ainsley let go of Clive to turn to Brian.

Clive spun her around and tried to take her in his arms again. He searched her eyes in confusion. Some sort of understanding dawned in him.

“If you’re worried about getting pregnant, Ainsley, I can just cum on your tits,” Clive offered.

“Please don’t do this,” Brian implored.

“I know what I’m doing,” Ainsley replied, “Clive will protect the town, he already does, in a way.”

“Of course I will. What are you talking about?” Clive asked.

He couldn’t see the other person in the room with them.

“Clive Warren is the one that killed me,” Brian said simply.

“That’s not true,” Ainsley breathed.

“He did this to me!” Brian shouted.

Lightening flashed, illuminating Brian in pale blue light. Suddenly, his face was gored.

His clothes were ripped. Blood covered him.

“No,” Ainsley cried, tearing her eyes away from Brian.

“Ainsley,” Clive said. “What the hell is going on?”

She met his eyes, searching. There was no way that could be true. Was there?

“Clive,” she asked, deciding to lay it all on the table. “Did you kill Brian Swinton?”

“What?” Clive asked.

“Did you kill Brian Swinton?”

“That math club kid from high school? I told him to stay away from you. He didn’t

listen.” Ansley could see the anger building. Hear his heart hammering. “I followed you guys into the woods. It pissed me off to see you with him. He wasn’t like us. He wasn’t a wolf. He wasn’t anything. He was weak. I stopped you from making a big mistake,

Ainsley. It took you too long to get around to thanking me. Better late than never.”

Ainsley was speechless.

“Now, I know you say we need to make a connection, but I have a feeling that if we

just get down to business it’ll work itself out.”

He moved as if to take her in his arms.

Ainsley sidestepped him.

“You’re not going to be alpha, Clive.” Her voice was flat, emotionless. “Get out.”

Clive froze. Then anger transformed his face. His livid expression twisted and distorted his handsome features until Ainsley would hardly have recognized him.

“You don’t tell me what to do, you fat little cunt,” he spat. “I will be alpha. I gave you plenty of chances to do this the easy way.”

In an instant Ainsley realized her mistake. Terror set into her bones. She was about to be attacked and raped by a guy the size of a giant. And there was no one to witness it but a ghost.

Desperately, she looked around the room. There was a window out onto the front

porch roof. There was the door behind her. He would grab her before she could reach

either.

She wished she had a weapon. In True Romance Patricia Arquette’s character fought

off a guy by bludgeoning him with a toilet tank cover. But the bath was down the hall.

Clive took a step toward her and she backed into her dresser, knocking over a softball trophy from high school. Without thinking, she grabbed the trophy behind her back and waited.

When Clive took his next step, she hurled the trophy at him for all she was worth.

It hit him hard. Ainsley was grateful for a good pitching arm for the first time in ten years. Clive stepped back and she could see blood welling from a jagged cut across his face.

Then his eyes flashed yellow.

Clive was going to change.

He was going to tear her apart, just like he did to Brian.

This asshole had ruined her life, wrecked her relationship with her parents, killed

someone she cared about, and now he was about to rape and murder her - all to feed his mindless ambition. And there was nothing she could do.

No.

No, there was something she could do.

She could shift. She could fight.

Frantically, she tried to remember how she’d felt when she almost shifted with Julian.

What had she done to start it?

She hadn’t done anything. She had just been so furious, nothing could have stopped

her.

But something did.

Clive took another step and she knew she had only seconds.

Ainsley ripped the words from her memory.

“Subsisto lupo mutatis!” she heard herself scream.

A wave of unwholesome blue light blasted from her fingertips, coiled around Clive and slammed him to the floor.

She had time to take in his shocked expression before bolting out the door and down

the stairs.

“You bitch!” she heard him bellow as she flew through the kitchen toward the back

door. “What did you do to me?”

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A insley crashed into the woods behind the house without breaking her stride.

Branches tore at her beautiful dress, but she didn’t care. The rain pelted down and

drenched her. Soon she would look like the wild creature she was at heart.

She was vaguely aware that she was running barefoot through rocks and brambles.

The little voice in her head warned her that she was sure to trip over a tree root if she insisted on being so heedless. That was the way it always happened in the movies.

Maybe she should hide?

She knew that Clive would be furious and she had no idea how long the magic would

last. Even in his human form, he was bigger and stronger and faster than Ainsley. And of course he could track her, so hiding was out of the question.

So she ran on.

She ran without any sense of what lay ahead. Her whole consciousness was focused

on what might be behind.

Something crashed through the branches close by.

Adrenaline kicked in, and she tore through the woods even faster than before.

She could barely hear over the sound of her own ragged breathing, but she thought

the sounds were getting closer. It was something big.

Suddenly it crashed through the branches and whipped around to stand in front of her.

The moonlight gleamed in its glossy fur. Its eyes were a burning amber.

Terrified, Ainsley tried to wrench the words out of her mind again.

“Sub…subsento…subsisto lupis mutatim!”

Nothing.

She had tripped over the words and now she was going to die.

As Ainsley prayed it would be quick, the wolf before her melted into human form.

Erik.

Ainsley’s knees went weak with relief and she began to sink to the ground, shivering

as the cold rain finally fought up with her.

Quick as a thought, Erik’s strong arms were around her. For a moment, Ainsley

allowed herself to rest her head on his warm chest.

“Ainsley, what happened?”

“I- I- Clive…” The words just wouldn’t come.

“It’s okay, you can tell me later, just try to relax.”

She sank against Erik again and tried to get her head together. In a few hundred

heartbeats she began to feel better.

It dawned on her that he was naked. There was an incredible heat radiating off him.

It soaked down to her bones and made her feel sleepy and exhilarated at the same time.

Although she knew she could probably explain everything now – and that it was

imperative to do so, before Clive found them – she didn’t really want to let Erik go.

His arms felt like a fortress and his woodsy, masculine scent enveloped her. She felt that days or lifetimes could pass while she lost herself in his warm embrace.

With regret, she tore her head from his chest again and stole a glance around.

Her heart almost stopped. It was like they had gone back in time.

They were standing in front of the sycamore tree. The old tree fort was still mostly

intact. The creek rushed by, swollen by the storm, frothing and bubbling over the rocky bed.

She had run without knowing where she was going and ended up here.

Wrenching her mind away from that thought, Ainsley looked Erik in the eyes.

“I was trying to choose Clive as the alpha.” She had to look away. “But I found out

something awful about him. And when I asked him to leave he said he was going to be

alpha and he tried to…um, force me.”

A low growl emanated from deep within Erik’s powerful chest.

“What did you do?” Erik’s face was incredulous.

“I hit him with my old softball trophy. And then I…”

How was she going to tell him about the spell? Wolves and Magic didn’t mix. She

couldn’t risk turning Erik against her.

“Someone’s coming,” Erik said, before she could continue. “Ainsley, you need to shift.”

She gazed up at him mutely.

“Ainsley, you need to shift right now.”

“I – I can’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know how.”

“What do you mean you don’t know how? The same way you always do!”

“I mean…I’ve never shifted before.”

He stared at her in confusion. Suddenly, he lifted his nose to the wind, and the

confused look disappeared.

“There’s no time to talk about this. There’s more than one wolf coming. I’ll shift to fight them. You run!”