The Alpha's Virgin Possession(7)

Buying a woman online had left a bitter taste in his mouth. Many times he looked at the price of a pack female wondering how many packs had given up wolves for money. When he’d controlled a pack, he had never put any of his pack members up for auction. Each person was to be cared for, loved. Selling them to some stranger would have incurred his wrath, and he’d have taken care of them. It had been well over ten years since he was in control of a pack, so things must have changed since he was last in charge.

Pushing the nasty thoughts out of his mind, he thought only about how wonderful Clara felt against him.

When she lifted a leg to rest near his cock, he almost lost control. The full moon was far off, but he didn’t need the full moon to turn into his wolf form. He stared at the harsh red mark around her neck, thinking about the silver curse in his flesh. She had no right to be cast out, but he knew it was because of her weight.

Plenty of pack females were thin, slender, anorexic looking because of their fast metabolism. Some packs looked down on a woman with curves. He was not one of them. In fact, if he’d not been outlawed and had still been an alpha of a pack, he’d have taken a fancy to Clara regardless.

Her curves, her smell, drove him insane. From the moment she climbed out of the car, he’d been intrigued by her.

Kissing her forehead, he saw how vulnerable she was. Anyone could have hurt her in the old pack. He was never going to send her back home.

For Clara, her future would be filled by him, and he’d give her everything her heart desired.

Relaxing beside her, Nick closed his eyes waiting for sleep to claim him. He wrapped his arms around his new possession, happy and settled for the first time in his life.

If his parents could see him now, they’d be so happy for him. Clara was a fine female to call his own.

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Waking up, Clara groaned against the reality of her situation. The sudden smell of Nick had her jerking awake, rubbing at her eyes. Glancing around the room, she expected to find him lurking, ready to pounce at any time. Going to her knees, she looked left and right then down at her body.

The smell had to have come from the shirt she was wearing. There was no sign of the man in the bedroom she slept in. Climbing off the bed, she looked around, finding no more clothes. Her own were filthy, and she wasn’t wearing them.

Heading to the bathroom, she sorted through her morning routine of going to the toilet, washing her hands, then brushing her teeth to combing through her hair. She left the length to fall around her shoulders. Clara usually bound the length up to keep it out of her way.

Blowing out a breath, she grabbed a robe and walked downstairs. The sun was shining brightly through the kitchen. The double doors were wide open. She heard Nick arguing with someone. Stepping closer, she found him on the phone, yelling and pacing the patio.

Looking past his shoulders, she saw a table laden with food and drink. Her stomach growled. He jerked at the noise, staring right at her.

“I’ve got to go. Be ready for my call within the hour or it’s your fucking job.” He growled the last word into the phone then hung up.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Come outside. Breakfast is served.”

Checking to make sure the robe was closed, she walked outside. The heat hit her, wishing she left the robe and had clothes in place of it.

“No one can see us. Take the robe off. You’re going to sweat and start to stink badly,” he said, taking a seat.

She watched him lift a large glass to his lips. How did he make drinking look so erotic? Fidgeting with the belt, she glanced at him seeing the smile on his lips. He was teasing her, testing her. She took the seat opposite him, and when he couldn’t see her legs, she removed the robe.

His lips twitched, clearly happy with her.

“I may not be able to see your thighs, but I’ve got a clear view of those nipples, baby. You’re turned on or cold, I wonder?”

“It’s a little chilly,” she said, hating him.

“I imagine you are.” He sipped some more juice smiling at her.

Linking her fingers together, she stared at him, waiting.

“Eat, Clara. This food is yours as much as it is mine.”

Gazing over the table she was shocked by how much was available. There were two piles of pancakes, breakfast cereal in many varieties, toast, butter, jam, and fruit.

“Erm, I can’t eat everything.”

“I don’t expect you to. I want to see what you eat so I know for next time,” he said. His elbow leaned on the handle on the chair, and he was leaning his head on his hand.

“You prepared this? Don’t you have a housekeeper or something?” She reached for the cereal, milk, and a bowl.