by Sam Crescent
Evernight Publishing
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Copyright© 2014 Sam Crescent
ISBN: 978-1-77130-807-6
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Editor: Karyn White
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DEDICATION
I want to thank my readers and also Evernight Publishing for all of your support.
This is for all the alpha fans out there.
THE ALPHA’S VIRGIN POSSESSION
The Alpha Shifter Collection, 3
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
Nick Long glanced down at his watch for the seventh time within the last ten minutes. He hated being kept waiting. All of his time earned him money, and the fact he’d been waiting for ten minutes meant he’d lost at least a million dollars. No one made him lose money. It pissed him off that this bastard thought he could be different. If it wasn’t for the goods he particularly wanted, Nick would be long gone.
The only pleasure he got in his life was the knowledge of making money, more money than he’d ever need in a lifetime. Still, since being outlawed and forced to leave his pack and to never join another pack, Nick’s life was about making money. There was no greater purpose in life than making money, especially when everything else had been taken from him. Keeping a firm hold on the case by his side, he waited for the sounds and smell of an approaching wolf. He was an alpha wolf, or he would be if he was allowed the right of his rank. Instead, he had it taken away from him, along with everything else.
He bore the mark of an outlawed wolf. Rubbing his chest, he tried not to think of the pain the silver mark had left in his chest. There were nights he jerked awake screaming at the memory of being held down, the flesh above his heart cut open and the silver poured inside to mark him as damaged. The silver still lay in his chest. Being a wolf stopped him from absorbing the silver or forcing it out. Everyone would know the collective had cast him out like a piece of scrap meat. The scar served as a reminder to him and to let others around him know he was dangerous.
Until he died every time he stared into the mirror he’d see the mark and know he wasn’t anything but shameful.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he wondered about this night’s purchase. He shouldn’t be doing it, but his friend, Dean, promised him it was fine. Some wolf members sold the runts of their litters to anyone who would have them. Nick needed to keep it secret as this was the only way he would ever get a woman with wolf blood.
Finding out he could purchase a woman, an outcast from her pack, for the right money had given him hope to finally have something else to look forward to.
Another glance down at his watch and he was ready to leave. He wasn’t going to be treated like an asshole just because he wanted a woman. Heading back to his car, he stopped at the sound of an approaching vehicle. Tensing, he turned toward the sound and saw the headlights coming nearer. The scent of wolf drifted toward him. Excitement took away all of his anger. This is what he’d been wanting ever since he’d stumbled onto the auction. By the end of the night he’d have a wolf female in his bed to do with as he pleased. No one would take her away or stop him from fucking her. He would possess every inch of her.
Love hadn’t been part of his purchase. He was tired of holding back from fucking human women. Nick knew he needed a wolf to take the hard fuck he really wanted to give. None of the human women could take the length of his cock without feeling pain. Then there was the problem of them needing time to accommodate him. It was tiresome, and he’d grown tired of the light fuck. He craved a hard, rough fucking, and for a woman to pant and beg as he fed her his dick.
The car came to a stop several feet away from him. He watched the passenger side of the car open and an older man in his late fifties get out. Nick scented the air, inhaling the cruelty of the man. He tensed up in case this was a trap.
“You got the money?” he asked.
Names had been exchanged, and he knew it was Mark he was talking to. The other man was not an alpha, and Nick knew he could take him if things got dangerous.
“You got my prize?”
Mark snapped his fingers. The back door on the driver’s side opened. A woman with long blonde hair stepped out of the back of the car. He sensed the evil within her as well. This couple was awful, what the fuck were they doing. Seconds later he saw the leash the woman was holding, which was attached to someone.
“Get your fat ass out of the car,” the woman growled to someone in the back.
Inhaling the air, Nick smelled something wonderful and fresh like the roses in his garden. He’d never smelled anything quite so beautiful before in his life. Red hair caught his attention first as the woman he’d purchased climbed out of the car. He didn’t see all of her until the woman rounded the car. The leash was tied around the girl’s neck, and clearly it was tight from the red sores already developing. His anger once again started to build. What were these fuckers hoping to achieve by hurting her?
Why were they selling her?
The girl smelled like fear. Fear and pain wafted off her making him feel like a jerk. The whole act took on a whole new meaning, but he couldn’t stop it. His need for her outweighed anything else.
“Here, this is the girl.” Mark stepped forward, tugging her leash out of the blonde’s hand.
“I hate having it around my place. Make sure he takes it,” the blonde said, storming away.
“Come on, Clara,” Mark said, forcing her to move.
“Why are you selling her?”
Clara, the redhead, was covered in large clothes that hid her entire body from view. Her head was downcast, but he saw the tears rolling down her cheeks. He couldn’t begin to imagine the humiliation she would be feeling.
“She’s too fat. Her presence is making us a laughingstock of the pack, but you wouldn’t have a clue about that seeing as you’ve got no pack of your own.”
Striking out, Nick grabbed the man around his neck, squeezing the life out of him. “I suggest you watch your language,” he said.
In the background he heard the blonde screaming for him to release her husband. Ignoring her, Nick glared at the other man wanting to end his life. He was no longer an alpha, but no one was going to treat him with such disrespect without getting his anger directed at them.
“You’re outlawed,” Mark said, saying the words through gritted teeth.
Drawing him closer, Nick made sure he could be heard. “Exactly, so I don’t give a fuck who I kill now. You try to fuck with me and I’ll make sure you regret it.” Removing the leash from the man’s hand, he shoved him away, kicking the briefcase by his side toward the man as he did.
“Mark, baby, what’s he done to you?” the blonde said, running to Mark’s side. They were fucking vultures, and Nick hated them.
“Get the fuck out of my sight.” Nick waited until the two were in the car and leaving before he turned his gaze to the woman at his side.
Clara—such a sweet name for a sweet woman—stared at him, terrified.
They were selling her because of her weight. If he was the alpha of their pack, he’d make sure her parents suffered a fate worse than death. Seeing as he was neither an alpha of a pack nor part of one, their ugliness had given him a woman.<
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Turning her head this way and that, he sensed her fear increasing.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, hoping his words would ease her. Taking her hand, he led her toward his car.
Crap. He had hoped for this night to run smoothly. From the way Clara was acting, he doubted she’d be ready to fuck when he got back home.
****
For many years Clara had heard the term “runt of the litter” when people talked about her. She hated it but pretended the words no longer affected her. Being told she was fat, ugly, and hated by all of the pack hadn’t prepared her for the final humiliation she’d been dealt this night. The words hurt, but she’d grown used to them.
Sitting alone in her room reading one of her favorite romances, she’d been pulled out of her fantasy by her mother. The leash, along with the clothes not to mention the complete destruction of her room, had been the last straw in the brutal pain.
The man who purchased her started up the car, taking her away from everything she knew. Her family and pack despised her, but at least she knew what they thought of her and nothing they said or did worried her. Apart from the bullying she’d been more than ready for whatever they wanted to dish out. The leash around her neck was wrapped around his wrist stopping her from moving.
Biting her lip she tried to force back the tears. Crying was an unnecessary weakness she couldn’t afford. The silence in the car gave her little comfort. What would happen when they were alone in his home? She didn’t know who he was or why he’d purchased her.
No matter how many diets she went on or the number of times she starved herself the weight wouldn’t drop off. When she failed to lose any weight, the name calling would start back up. After the name calling started, she’d start eating again. The cycle would never end. Their harsh words and nastiness would send her back to food.
Scrubbing a hand over her face, she tried to get her nerves under control. Her hands were shaking like crazy.
They drove for the next hour without a word spoken. Clara was pleased by the lack of conversation. Trying to talk while being absolutely petrified was hard. Stringing a sentence together was impossible at the moment with her nerves.
Nick stopped the car in front of a large iron gate. He typed in a code she didn’t see. The gate opened up, and he drove down. Glancing behind her she saw the gate close back up, trapping her inside with a man she did not know.
Looking across from the gate she saw the wall that had to be close to eight feet tall.
“I like my privacy,” he said.
Turning back to face the front, she saw the large house was surrounded by a large array of fields, trees, and bushes. The car stopped, and the man turned to look at her. “I’m going to release you. If you make any attempt to run, move, or cause me problems, then I will have you locked up in a cage, do I make myself clear?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He released the lead and climbed out. Staying in her seat, Clara waited for him to let her out. She wouldn’t dare make a run for it. He opened the door, and she got out, waiting for him to give her more instructions. The thought of feeling any more pain kept her from running. She’d suffered enough pain to last her a lifetime, and she wasn’t into any kind of weird fetish of feeling pain.
“Follow me.” He headed inside the house. No one was in sight, and from the look and smell of the place, no other pack member was here. “Dean, I’m back,” he said, shouting out.
Nick removed his jacket then reached out.
Unable to stop herself, Clara flinched away from his touch.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
Nodding, she stayed still as he took the leash from around her neck. “Does it hurt?” he asked.
She shook her head. The pain would soon ease.
“You’re not lying to me, are you?”
“No, the pain will go away in no time.” She glanced up at him.
“Is this the woman you just bought?”
A large man was walking downstairs. He wore a white shirt and a pair of scruffy jeans.
“Yeah.” Nick wrapped his fingers around her neck, pulling her close.
“Well, you’re back, and you’re alive. Did anything happen I need to know about?” Dean said.
“No, nothing happened that he didn’t bring on himself.”
“What do you mean?” Dean asked, looking nervous.
“I took care of business. I’m not pack anymore, and any problems can come to my fucking door. I don’t care what anyone says.” Nick’s voice was harsh, demanding, and she detected a hint of hurt.
“Shit, you’re right, I’m sorry.” Dean rubbed the back of his neck with a flush to his cheeks.
“Don’t worry about it.”
She watched Dean grab his jacket from the back of the door and was on the way out when he stopped as Nick started to talk.
“Tell the packs that if they want to fuck with me then fine, fuck with me, but warn them, I don’t play by the fucking rules. They start, they’ll end up dead.”
“Nick…”
“No, I mean it, Dean. I’m done playing their games. They want to play, then I’ll play them, but I’ll do it my fucking way.”
Dean looked sad, glancing at her before nodding his head.
“See you soon.”
“You will.”
The door opened then closed, leaving her alone with a man who’d just threatened at least two packs that she knew of.
“Now, we can have some real fun,” he said, keeping a grip on her neck and leading her toward the stairs.
Her nerves picked up, and she started to fight him.
“Please, let me go. I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve always been good.”
Nick caught her around the waist, holding her arms by her sides.
“Stop!” He yelled the word, and she had no choice but to stop.
They were the only two people in the room, but she knew deep in her core he was the alpha. She couldn’t argue with him even if she wanted to. He was the man who made the rules.
“You’re not going anywhere, so stop fucking testing me. No one wants you but me. You’ve got no one but me, and it’s time for you to start realizing it.” He shouted the words in her face, and she couldn’t stop the tears from filling her eyes and then falling down her cheeks. Every word he spoke was the truth.
She was at his mercy, and there was no way out of it.
Chapter Two
Nick felt the fight go right out of her. Loosening his hold, he waited for her to submit. Her head bowed within seconds of her body relaxing. Releasing his tight grip, he tilted her head back to look at him.
Clara’s scent and body didn’t repel him at all. Buying a wolf online had been troublesome, and he had been worried about what she would look like. The only word to describe Clara was beautiful. Her family didn’t see what a prize they possessed. Many wolf males, even alphas, would have taken her off their hands.
Their loss was his gain.
Tears fell down her cheeks, cutting him up at the sight. “Don’t cry.”
“I’m not allowed to feel now, either?” she asked.
She looked completely lost.
Staring into her eyes, he was struck by the glorious shade of green. Running his thumb across her smooth cheek, he moved toward her lips. She showed no sign of jerking away. Her lips were plump, heart-shaped. He couldn’t wait to see how they felt pressed against his own.
“You’re allowed to feel whatever you like, but know this, I will never hurt you.”
“You just paid money for me. What am I supposed to think?”
Letting out a breath, he took hold of her arm and led her upstairs. Yes, he’d paid money for her, but he wasn’t a complete animal.
She doesn’t know that.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked, choosing not to think about her question or his own doubts about his purchase of a wolf.
“That’s none of your business.”
He stopped, turning to look at her. She may
be scared, but she still had a mouth on her. There was no getting away from her question. “Like you so aptly put it, I bought you. For all you know I’ve bought you for sex. To use you for my pleasure.”
Her cheeks were heating with every word he spoke. Nick also scented her desire. Clara was turned on by his words. Interesting. He’d never thought a female could be turned on by the prospect of being bought for money and then used for sex.
She stayed silent for several seconds.
“Are you going to use me?”
“Are you a virgin?” He counteracted her question with one of his own. She bit her lip, refusing to answer.
Staring down her body, Nick wished for the layers of clothing to be removed so he could admire her body.
“I didn’t buy you for your thrilling conversation,” he said, finally hoping to shock her into confessing the truth. “I bought you because I was getting tired of fucking human women. They can’t take the pounding I wish to give. Yes, I bought you for sex. I bought you for the pleasure you’ll give my cock.”
Her cheeks were a lovely strawberry color. Nick wondered how far he could talk to get the combination of her embarrassment and the scent of arousal.
“You’re outlawed.”
“Yes.”
“What for?”
Nick smiled. Leaning against the wall, he opened the door. “Go inside, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
She looked inside the room. Her hand went to her chest, covering her breasts. Fuck, his cock thickened looking forward to seeing those plump mounds.
“Come on, Clara. Come inside, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
“If I don’t want to?” she asked, not taking a step closer.
“Then you can go into the bedroom next door, but I won’t tell you a single thing.”
How far did her curiosity go? Nick waited, loving the challenge she represented. She took a step toward the room then pulled away.