Forbidden Alpha (A Wolf Shifter Romance Novel)

by Clarissa Black

  Forbidden Alpha (A Wolf Shifter Romance Novel)

  Black, Clarissa

  Clarissa Black (2014)

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  Copyright © 2014 by Clarissa Black

  And from darkness they came..

  Chapter 1: The Forbidden Grounds

  The winter moon shines an eerie shadow that cascades on the fresh footprints imprinted in snow. The cover of trees in the northeast of Leeds lines the hills that give way to never ending forests. There is sadness here, but it is sadness unknown to man; it is an impersonal stillness of nature. The alpha pack moves in closer, each stride strong, quick, and relentless. They are following the scent. The scent that had led them to the bloodlust dystopia that would mark their world and her ruin. It was the scent of Samantha, the woman to be hunted.

  The hungry pack was not a normal pack, it was an alpha pack; the most ruthless and savage of the seeds planted by nature to rule all. They gallop ferociously, gathering all that they can of her scent, moving like speeding bullets that saw no end but the desire to lay upon their fangs fresh meat of the hunted. Their saliva turns to frost snow as their warm breathe pounds the cold dry air in a desperate struggle for the warmth of life.

  They knew they had crossed it. The border that marks the territory of the black wolf. She ran straight to the forbidden border. Exhausted she falls haphazardly in a fresh patch of snow by the riverbank under the moon next to the embankment in the forbidden territory. The fresh ice crystals stings her palms, numbing her adrenaline filled veins. They encircle her. In the dim of darkness she sees yellow eyes dancing around her.

  “Let me go……… I ORDER YOU TO!!!!!!” she says as she almost chokes on the icy thin air.

  “Princess thinks we follow orders” a deep raspy voice tells her. A wolf pack in a frenzy for body parts is an unstable formation.

  A wolf jumps on her and tears off a part of her soft satin dress. She shakes with fright. They were all her lovers in one point in her life. But that was a different time. Instead of lovers, what she sees are hungry primal eyes looking at her as sustenance. There will be no sexing the female tonight; only a carnal desire that would leave her consumed as flesh.

  “The flesh of a woman in heat... delicious,” says the largest wolf Remus the enforcer as he bites her left side, yanking her dress and reducing her to a fragile state. He had loved her.

  “A kingly meal, isn’t that right princess?” a deep voice growled with tenacity. Balthus pounces then tackles her to the ground. He had perverted money and became a billionaire financier that now fuels Alfredo’s silent empire.

  “You wanted to learn about alpha and well... here we are,” says Alfredo, the alpha of the alpha pack. He quickly but gently bites the strap of her bra. Alfredo’s bite could galvanize the flesh, pierce the veins, and bleed away life from an estranged opponent.

  The three alphas represent the most ruthless, sadistic, and cunning of their kin. Their collapsed weight stomps her to a mass of futile desperation. Between stinging snow and heat of wolf bellies, her sandwiched body reminds her of the romance she had in their beds.

  She loves being ravaged by an alpha, although as a bitch not as a meal. They represent all of her deepest darkest desires. She was addicted to their power and their strength, ultimately she was addicted to being dominated. It started off as a means to aid her research but her lust for an alpha soon overpowered her. It was through this lust, her dark desire to be dominated, that she uncovered the black wolf.

  Alfredo shifts to human form. A tall, young, dark-haired, and muscular man emerges to stare at her. She stares back at his blue-eyes, chiseled chin, and angular eastern-European features. Alfredo takes out his man flesh. Long and hard with a hairy shaft, he strokes it against her abdomen. He flips her ready to penetrate her from behind.

  “ARRRRRRRRR” a lone-wolf from the distance suddenly growls.

  The low pitch growl reverberates back through the trees and back to snow. The wolf pack confusion grows. Why would it be out here? Surely an omega knows better than to growl against an alpha pack. She shivers naked in snow while they contemplate their move.

  “Well then boys... I guess we’ll have to dine on another carcass as well,” Alfredo still nude on top of her says. “It’s a lone wolf... an omega!”

  Yet, the wolf isn’t an omega; it was a Sigma, a black wolf. Balthus, the billionaire, steps forward as the black wolf suddenly leaps towards him. Balthus didn’t have time to react, as the black wolf quickly bites into his neck, forcefully twisting it, and snapping the head off the base. Seeing the second of command of all the wolf species in all lands now headless, Alfredo quickly morphs into wolf form.

  The lone-wolf walks towards her naked body. A strange sensation tells her that they had already met. She asked herself: how did she find the lair of the Sigma?

  Chapter 2: Classroom

  “The wolf pack is a power dynamic composed of the separation and clean perforation of the internal needs of the hunt,” she said in front of an audience. She was giving her morning lecture at Leeds University.

  “The alpha male is not an entity in itself but rather a lynchpin to hold the power structure into which their triangular-diametric of opposing forces maintain the wolf pack structure,” she said as she looks to Alfredo, in the corner of the class room.

  “Without the alpha male, the pack structure’s internal balance of power creates a vacuum that needs to be filled, until a new alpha is thrust deep to fill the void.” She said looking at Alfredo, the top alpha. She knew she came here to sex her. He would have it and she would yield. This was the way with the alpha werewolves.

  Nobody in the class was aware of Alfredo sitting in the back of the class. He seemed part of the college crowd. Dressed in jeans and a hoody he seemed to epitomize the handsome college-jock that got all the girls.

  “The genetic composition of the werewolf produces tyrosine, a manelolant that triggers the hormonal imbalance of the body. This is what causes them turn into wolf and shift back. It is an innate part of their DNA that they can call upon to change at will.”

  A hand from the class goes up in the air indicating a curious a mind. Samantha stems off the question knowing it all too well.

  “However, all efforts to replicate this had largely been unsuccessful.” Her years of werewolf genetic research would suggest a different alternative, but it was a darker craft and blasphemous to teach in the university where she conducted her research.

  “When the body is starved or when survival is at stake, the body triggers a physiological response that morphs the psyche towards its primal animalistic desires” she said. A hand goes up again. This time she yields to the curious mind.

  “Is that like being in rapture?” said the student.

  “Rapture? That is too poetic a word. Try feeding frenzy. The internal switch yields to an insatiable need for survival marked by the given urgency to dominate a prey. The switch unleashes the animal within…” she calmly said. Glancing at Alfredo she continued “this means towards the internal lust-charged hunting ritual of the chase. The conquest of subjugation. Through each subsequent phase the animal is forced to steal, fuck, and kill.”

  “Steal, fuck, and kill? Surely that is not the correct order,” a voice from the back said. It was Alfredo. He told her he would not to interfere at all in her class.

  He continues, “This hormonal imbalance manifests in the wolf’s sexual appetite. It builds on the primal desire to impregnate a bitch. When an Alpha wolf is presented a female bitch, he will get whatever it wants however he wants, which is usually degrading, and requiring total submission.”

  “Yes, that is from chapter four on w
olf sexual dynamics” she retorted trying to give the impression of not giving him credence.

  Fortunately for Samantha, she needed to be submissive. She longed for it with all her heart. She would gladly relinquish control of her body to be impregnated by a stronger body of force, an alpha werewolf. It was her way of emulating nature. She, as the submissive damsel, sought the protection of the dominant male.

  Alfredo cranes his neck to look at her extended slender legs. She was wearing an office skirt paired with an office vest. She had a petite frame, a small model rib cage, complemented by a supple flesh that crowns her behind. Her face had soft angles that highlighted her European features. Her blue eyes gave the impression of an innocent doll, an inexperienced lover. But she was anything but.

  It was innocence camouflaged by a soft exterior. Inside she was tenacious. She was an avid learner, excelling in most of her studies. She was willing to explore the unknown, the uncertain, she held the traits of the inquisitive academic. Her personality was of fire and aggression, and she would shoot down what she felt were beta male behaviors. She had no patience for mediocre, for self-whining, for second-place.

  Her passion laid in the wolves early on. When she was young her friends would often tell her get into modelling, but it wasn’t her calling for she was a beauty of the mind. She studied wolves in the countryside when others would play with make-up. She wanted to learn about the workings of the alpha male, her perfect lover, her true prince in shining armor. Her quest for the alpha led her to register for the most prestigious facility for wolf research, Leeds University. The university, located south of the black wolf’s territory, was headed by world renowned wolfology expert, Professor Samuel Demarco.

  The professor was a thought-leader of werewolf research. His work culminated in his comprehensive textbook “alpha dynamic.” The book explored werewolf biology, structure, politics, history, and along with every branch of wolf sciences. She consumed all of his works with endless fascination. The professor eventually became her own personal hero. It saddened her greatly when he suddenly disappeared. Nobody knew exactly what happened to him. Only postulations and rumors hinted that he was absorbed by intelligence agencies on the basis of the military application of his works.

  “Sexual dynamics is a curious thing for wolves and sex is a powerful base of instinct” she said as she saw Alfredo intently looking at her sexually from the back of the class.

  Almost instantaneously, she felt a moist sensation expelled by the crevices of her vaginal wall. It was her reaction to knowing there was an alpha in the midst. The physiological response was drastic, with her body switching to animal desire, longing for what it needed. The increasing warmth engorged her crotch. A small trickle of juice slowly traces her inner thigh.

  “The alpha male basically takes what it wants as a sign of its ultimate dominance on his territory,” she said gaspingly as the juice of her vagina crept down on her inner-thigh.

  Alfredo, smiled. He could smell her. His hyper-active sense of smell, even at human-form told him that her body was preparing for him. He sensed it all. His presence triggered the room’s sexual physiology to change. The process was the beginning of bloodlust, as the presence of an alpha male reverberates across the environment. The intricate play of scents, sexual charges, left unrestrained would turn into a full on orgy. Alfredo looked straight at Samantha’s eyes.

  In reaction to the moistening of Samantha’s crotch, the male students subconsciously started shifting their bodies more. Millisecond-flashes of sexual thoughts started to pervade their minds. They grew gaunt and their muscles tensed; small amounts of adrenaline triggered their hearts to beat faster, increasing the breathing rate of the room. The females, as a subconscious reaction to the growing tension, started warming the blood pumped into the organ between their legs.

  She knew her class physiology changed just before her. Everyone was shifting to their prime beings. Some of the females started looking at Alfredo, subconsciously identifying the source of the room’s sexual static charge. Their moist vaginas started permeating the air, intensifying the release of chemicals. Samantha sensing the effect of Alfredo had on the females felt a pang of jealously.

  “And that’s why the Alpha male or pack cannot be trusted, for everyone falls into their circle of influence,” she said. “With that note, we shall end class here. Please read chapter nine regarding the fluid-motion of value transference between leadership dominance and policies of rebellion. Demarco”

  The class emptied out.

  Alfredo inhaled the last whiff of the succulent body of flesh the permeated of the highly sexualized air. Then fixed his eye on his prey.

  “Alfredo...” she steps forward towards him.

  “I’m already here, princess.” He suddenly whispered from behind her, grabbing her neck and pulling her ear next to his mouth with his other arm embracing her small torso. In a blink of an eye he traversed the room.

  Chapter 3: Embraced By Alfredo

  “Easy Alfredo,” she whispered.

  She knew that Alfredo had already crossed the threshold of his animal prime. He lifted her by embracing her chest with his right arm while he stood erect behind her. Her legs raised from the floor. She felt the bristles of his arm and the growing tension on her ribcage as she dangled in the air resting on his hard body. He breathed by her ear.

  “No Alfredo, we are in a public university. Remember what I told you about sex in public” she calmly said trying to maintain the situation. It would be futile.

  “I locked the room on the way down,” he whispered in her ear as he grabbed her skirt and pulled it down.

  “This is what you want, princess… rrr”

  He was alternating between his human and wolf form. He was increasing his mass and becoming larger. She felt her vagina expel warm moist liquid. It was hot, burning hot. She writhed in his embrace.

  “Take me now, Alfredo!”

  “I’ll take you when I want to princess,” he remarked as he pulled her skirt down to her knees. She felt his hot breathe on the back of her neck. His warm moist breathe permeated his neck down to her breasts. She was panting. The juice of her vagina slowly inching to her knees.

  She felt his rod slowly increasing in length between her legs. He was going to impale her like this. At least he should have the decency to look at her but that is not the wolf way; they like to take it from the back and let their dominance slide in.

  His erect shaft now tilted upwards to the opening of her labia.

  She wanted to think of the words, but she had defaulted to her prime being, and couldn’t articulate her thoughts and speech. All the chemicals in her body wanted to be penetrated by Alfredo’s long hard werewolf cock. The cute college looking kid was now almost alpha werewolf beast standing behind her.

  The tip of his penis slowly parted the opening of her vagina. She missed this feeling. This dominance that left her quivering. Instead of thrusting his hips upwards up her vagina. Alfredo started to lower her, like a doll to be impaled by his thick long shaft.

  “Uhhhhhhh,” she whimpered. All she wanted was for Alfredo to use hips to ram his shaft deep into her willing vagina.

  But he didn’t. Werewolves like the idea of torture.

  Alfredo lowered her ever so slowly, a millimeter at a time. She started to swing her body back and forth, hoping the undulation would lead to some friction, but Alfredo tightened his embrace denying her the leverage she needed to slam her hips to his thick long werewolf cock. He was in control.

  “I just want to let the moment breathe, princess.” He was expanding deep into her vagina, his cock as big as her arm that slowly stretched the limits of her hole. She felt the pressure building deep in the crevices of her vagina but she wanted it all deep within her.

  Alfredo lowered her even slowly. She uncontrollably grabbed his arm with the intent of crashing her lower body to inch towards more of Alfredo thick long shaft. She was trying to jump up and down, like a trapped frog, splayed in the embrace of a be
ar.

  “Alfredo please just push it in already!!!!!!” she screamed. Her body rocking back and forth. But Alfredo was being methodical. He lowered her slowly, occupying half of her vagina. She tried to push down but without leverage she was limited in her movements and could only crash inches at a time.

  She was getting hotter and hotter, sweating now, and all she wanted was to get Alfredo deep within her, not half-way. With each successive stroke, her denial of pleasure turned her on even more. She was reaching climax.

  “Oh no…“ She realized as she was undulating on the tip of his stiff hard cock. “He’s not even in me all the way yet… I want him to fill me to his whole fullness. I want him so bad.” She thought to herself.

  “Hush, princess, let it come” he whispered to her ear.

  The waves of orgasm was coming quickly. She was struggling to loosen his grip, desperately trying to fill her. She was coming now... any minute now.