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My Alphas: Part Four: My Alphas, #4
My Alphas: Part Four: My Alphas, #4
My Alphas: Part Four: My Alphas, #4
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My Alphas: Part Four: My Alphas, #4

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If Cass is to be Pack Mate she needs to balance the Alphas. She can never show favor to one over the other or they will turn on each other and the Arctos pack will be destroyed. But there is no time to balance, no time for second thoughts - the curse is here. All the Alphas want to do is mate, to claim Cass, to possess her utterly.
But it is a dangerous time... nearby packs have been waiting for this moment to attack and one of the Alphas walks down a dark path that could lead to his doom.
This is part four in a Werewolf BBW serial, approximately 60 pages each. It is not a standalone. This book is intended for readers 18+ who are comfortable with Alpha werewolves, ménage romance and some explicit scenes.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherEmily Cantore
Release dateDec 5, 2014
ISBN9781502274809
My Alphas: Part Four: My Alphas, #4
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Emily Cantore

Emily Cantore has a last name that sounds like some kind of dance and a mind that spends a lot of time thinking about hot and heavy moments. She writes creative smut that is based on true events and true smut based on wild times. Her stories are all works of fiction … except when they're not.   If you enjoyed reading this title, please consider leaving a review (even anonymously) telling the world what you thought of it. Reviews help authors write better books and help readers choose better books!

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    My Alphas - Emily Cantore

    My Alphas, Part Four

    Make no mistake - werewolves are a threat to human society.

    If a wild dog attacks you, put it down.

    If a werewolf attacks you, put it down.

    It is a mistake to think they are human. They may come from us, products of brutal rape but they are not us. They are vicious dangerous beasts.

    Ormand Holt, Grandmaster Dragon of World Without Werewolves

    The last of the humans have turned back, Kita announced and the surrounding werewolves clapped and cheered (and some howled).

    Cass smiled and clapped along with them but she felt she was a million miles away. She knew she should be happy her plan had succeeded. She’d saved human and werewolf lives and prevented an attack that inevitably would have brought on a much worse counterattack. She knew all these things but they felt hollow and empty.

    Weighing on her mind was one repeating thought: they chose me but they didn’t know what they were choosing.

    It had been ten days since Vara told Cass what the Pack Mate was expected to do and although Cass’ ability to deny reality had been perfected growing up with her terrible parents, it was failing badly now.

    She’d let herself fall back into the pattern of sleeping, eating, Alphas. Sleeping, eating, Alphas. The days passed rapidly and she avoided starting any deep and meaningful conversations with Edon, Rey or anyone else.

    Edon and Rey made it easy to fall into a mindless pattern. They were insatiable and she was too. But even as she stripped off and fell into bed with either or both of them, she recognized on some level she was using her body rather than her words; trying desperately to take overwhelming lust, the totally absorbing moment of flesh uniting and pretend it meant more. That perhaps it meant love or connection. That it meant caring.

    That they loved her for who she was when they had no idea at all.

    … last five stayed camping there until this morning. Finally they broke down and have returned to Hinton.

    Cass brought herself back to the moment and clapped again. After the initial thirty men had turned tail, the remaining forty dwindled rapidly. Within two days there were only ten men who had slowed to covering less than three miles a day. Sleep deprived, hungry and lacking water, they seemed to be pushing forward out of pride while not intending to actually arrive at the den. After a period of time passed so they could say well, we tried our best they turned around and marched back home.

    She looked across at Rey. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, not listening. Cass had felt his gaze on her but every time she looked at him he was looking elsewhere. It was a stalking game - predator and prey and normally that would have pulled her in but she was stuck in her own head, too preoccupied to let go.

    Edon was against the other wall, a magazine cover model on his day off. He met Cass’ gaze and the edge of his mouth quirked into a smile. The suggestion of a smile at least.

    Cass looked down at her toes. She’d painted her nails red a billion lifetimes ago and now they were looking worse for wear. Some chipped, another cracked and as she went barefoot most of the time now, her feet were always faintly dirty and starting to go hard on the soles. Her legs were still smooth thanks to the razors she’d brought along with her but there were only two left now. Eventually she’d need to take a trip to Hinton lest she end up all shaggy.

    She was sleeping with werewolves but she didn’t need to become one.

    At this thought, Cass almost laughed aloud and managed to suppress it down to a smirk directed at her feet.

    Real life intruded and showed how absurd this whole enterprise was. The werewolves lived away from civilization, deliberately, and that meant no access to all the things civilization offered. Electricity. Potato chips. The internet. A thousand more. The cabin didn’t count either - Cass had been studiously avoiding it without thinking why. All she knew for sure was the longer she lived with them, the more she was changed. Her soft feet were the first to go. She’d run out of razors and without a supply

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