Page 10 of Forced Alpha Bride
I hear a faint step crunch on the gravel and open my eyes quickly. A man is emerging from the shaded walk across the park. For a moment, I panic, wondering if I should run.
It’s got to be him. No one but the alpha would be permitted to walk around today.
As he gets closer, I feel a threatening aura emanating from him. The urge to run gets stronger, but my curiosity is greater than my fear, so I stay seated.
When he comes out from the shadows, I can’t hold in a gasp. His face is gorgeous—all sharp, slanted cheeks, a noble chin, and a hard-cut jaw. His skin is pale—a shocking contrast to his jet-black hair—and his eyes are so dark that from a distance, they look black, too.
He’s wearing a tight, shiny black t-shirt that shows off every single bulging muscle, and black jeans so snug that I can see the lines of his thick thighs and sculpted calves.
He must have an incredibly tight butt. Turn around, honey.
Bruises smudge his perfect white skin, from his arms to one across his cheek. I know this has to be my alpha, fresh from the challenge fight last night.
My eyes follow him as he gets closer, until he’s in front of me and I’m forced to look up. I realize my mouth is hanging open, and I shut it with a snap. He grins, and his full, deep red lips curve in a slow, satisfied smile.
He’s checking me out, and as he does, his smile gets wider. I can feel an unbelievable heat building between my legs as well as ripples of excitement flooding across my skin.
He’s looking at me as if I’m a plate of something delicious he can’t wait to eat… and I’ve never been so turned on in my whole life.
I’m tempted to leap up and throw myself into his arms, but far-off alarm bells are starting to ring in the back of my mind. His black clothes, dark demeanor, and sharp features are familiar to me somehow, even though I’m sure I’ve never seen him before. I narrow my eyes a little as I try to figure it out.
Always wears tight black clothes… eyes dark as the abyss, and hair even darker. Tall and lean… big muscles…
The words all come together at once, triggering a clear memory of sitting on Krista’s bed, gossiping while she described this man.
“He’s nothing but trouble! The little gang he runs with is constantly stealing things and starting fights. Father is trying to drive him out of town. I mean, I’m sorry for him, I guess, but I won’t miss him at school. I hope he goes far away and stays there!”
A shudder of terror runs through me, banishing my lust. My hands grip the stone bench hard enough to crack my nails.
I know who he is… no, this can’t be!
“Hi,” he says, extending a hand as he flashes me a cocky smile. “I’m—”
“I know who you are!” I snap, fear manifesting in my voice as rage. “You’re Damon Mackay!”
Chapter 4 - Damon
“And you’re Winnie Ramses.”
I don’t know that for sure, but I can’t think of anyone else it could be. Her physical description is almost impossible to mistake—long, curly red hair and bright blue eyes. I’ve never seen her in person, but I’ve heard of her, and I know she’s the sister of the Quartz Key alpha.
Iris told me my match would bring the contacts I need to secure my position. But I didn’t realize my match would also be the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.
Even though she’s curled up on the stone step, I can see she’s got gorgeous, plump little curves and a small tummy bulge. When she pushes her shoulders back and straightens up, I’m completely distracted by her full, round breasts that bounce when she sticks her chest out.
There’s a high buzzing in my ears for a second, and I can hear her voice, but it sounds far away, like I’m underwater. I take a couple of steps back so her scent isn’t wafting straight into my nose.
Like sweet vanilla cake with strawberry and coconut frosting… holy cow, my mouth is watering.
“Are you listening to me?” Winnie demands, standing up and putting her tiny fists on her curvy hips. Her breasts bounce again, and my mind goes blank.
“Of course I am,” I lie.
Is this really happening, or am I bleeding out from an aneurysm?
“It doesn’t seem like it,” she says, her eyes narrowing. “I asked how you know who I am? I’ve never seen you before.”
“But you know my name,” I answer smoothly, taking a step back towards her. The lush scent surrounds me again, and I can almost taste the strawberry.
