Stolen by the Alpha Wolf: Shifter Romance (Accidental Theft Book 1)

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Authors: Charlene Hartnady
down the length of her body.
    “Get
the fuck out.” Ward snarled, his teeth bared in all their gleaming, ultra-sharp
glory.
    “Sorry,
Ward. It’s not always easy for us. Please understand.” The male inclined his
head in submission.
    Some
of the tension eased from the big alpha. “We are working on it. Patience. It
won’t be long.”
    Rushe
mumbled something about blue balls and left the room, the door clicking behind
him.
    Ward
shook his head, his hands unfurling at his sides. “I apologize. Some of the
males have not had female…companionship in a very long time. Since there has
been very little interaction between our species, we are also unfamiliar with
your ways, especially the females of your kind.”
    “I
understand. You need to know that I’m not interested in”—she took in a deep
breath—“I mean…I don’t want to…you know....with him or any of them.”
    Ward
smiled. “I know. I wasn’t sure how the males would react to you. I was fearful
they may try and hurt you. Seems like I might have been wrong.”
    “Does
that mean I can go outside?”
    His
face clouded. “No. It doesn’t change anything. There are things you are not
permitted to know.”
    “Secrets…”
She let her sarcasm show.
    He
nodded. “Besides, you’re not interested in the attention. Do you really want a
bunch of horny males on your tail?”
    “No.”
    “Then
you’re stuck with me.” He hooked his thumbs in his jeans. “You’re safe, warm,
clean. I just need to get you fed and we’re all set.”
    Blood.
    Her
fangs throbbed, her senses honed in on his heartbeat and the sound of his blood
rushing through his veins.
    “Would
you like me to cook your portion of the rabbit?”
    “Yes,
please. I don’t eat raw meat. Um,” she paused not sure how to progress. “I
would offer to help, but I can’t cook.”
    Ward
smiled. “If you want, I’ll teach you. It’s not like we have anything better to
do.” For just a second his eyes shone with a predatory gleam. His gaze unnerved
her until he thankfully turned and opened the basket, ending whatever it was
that had passed between them. His back was all broad muscle and smooth, tanned
skin. Her mouth watered for a taste. She didn’t care anymore that he was a
wolf. At this stage she was starting to get desperate for blood. Hopefully the
food would help. Even if it did stave off the worst of it, how long would the
reprieve last? Not long she feared.
    “Um,
Ward.”
    “Yeah.”
He glanced at her over his shoulder.
    “Can
we hurry, I’m really hungry.”
    He
chuckled, a soft rumble. “Get your ass over here and help while I clean the—”
    She
gasped as he lifted a dead rabbit from the basket. It was floppy, neck twisted
at an odd angle.
    Ward
grinned. “You should see your face, maybe you should move away while I take
care of this. I didn’t realize vampires were so squeamish. You drink blood for
hound’s sake.”
    “Fresh,
warm, straight out of the vein.”
    He
quirked up an eyebrow. “Your eyes are glowing.”
    She
looked back down at the basket, averting her gaze.
    “If
you need…”
    She
shook her head. “I’m fine.” What the hell was wrong with her? Why
couldn’t she admit that she needed him? Or at least his vein. She was right to
resist, his reaction when the time came to finally drink from him concerned her
greatly. Blood drinking could be a highly sexual act. She’d heard that humans
were greatly affected, becoming highly aroused. With vampires it could go
either way depending on the drinking partner, maybe this would be the case with
other species. It was something she couldn’t risk though.
    Stephany
opened the basket and aside from various vegetables, she pulled out some
spinach, four eggs, a half loaf of fresh crusty bread and two apples.
    There
was a slicing noise and the scent of animal blood filled the air. Stephany
wrinkled her nose at the coppery stench. The creature was dead, its blood a
congealed mess. How distasteful.
    “You
can wash

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