Alpha's Moon: A special forces shifter romance by Renee Rose (top novels .txt) 📗

“Sadie.” He touches my lip with a finger. When he drops his hand I realize he’s shaking.

He steps away, half turning. “I’m sorry.” His voice is hoarse and deep. “I shouldn’t do this.”

“No, you should.” I blurt. “You very much should.” I would raise my skirt for him right here in the alley.

“Fuck.” He runs a hand through his hair. He’s about to say something else, when the roar of a motorcycle cuts through the air.

“Fuck,” Deke shouts, and he steps away as a man on a bike appears at the mouth of the alley. Deke’s big body blocks most of my view. I don’t know what’s happening.

The big biker is wearing one of those skull cap type helmets that doesn’t cover your face or offer any real protection. His face looks familiar, like he might be one of the bikers with Deke yesterday, but I can’t be sure. He’s got blond hair, and his eyes flash in the dark like Deke’s do. “I thought I’d find you here,” he says to Deke.

“What the fuck do you want?” Deke growls back.

“Rafe wants to see you.”

Deke swears some more.

“What’s going on?” I ask, and Deke spins to face me. His shoulders are tense, and he somehow looks bigger than before.

“I shouldn’t have done this,” he tells me, and my heart plummets to my feet.

“What?” I whisper.

“Sadie.” His tone is pleading. “I’m sorry. I should’ve stayed away.”

What the heck?

“Deke,” his friend calls, and Deke wrenches backwards like he’s being tugged with a rope. His face is pained. I don’t like it.

“Excuse me.” I march out of the alleyway. My cardigan is askew, and my hair is all tousled from the crazy kiss fest, but I don’t care. “What’s going on?” I use my stern-teacher voice with the blond biker.

The guy grins. “This is who you’ve been sniffing around?” he says to Deke. “She’s cute for a civilian. I like her.”

My head explodes. “I beg your pardon?” I growl. The sound is as impressive as Deke’s, if I do say so myself. “Who the heck are you?”

The blond grins wider.

“Sadie,” Deke steps between me and the biker. “I have to go.”

“Why?”

He shrugs, but he looks unhappy. “We’re not supposed to mix with civilians. But call me if you need help again. Anytime at all.”

“Deke,” his friend warns, but this time Deke ignores him.

“Promise me,” Deke says quietly to me.

“I promise,” I whisper back. Before I can step forward and hug him, he whirls and strides away. His friend remains on his bike, blocking me from following. I glare, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. After a minute, he gives me a mock mini salute and rides away.

I stand at the mouth of the cold dark alley, staring down the empty road.

What the heck just happened?

Deke

I ride with Lance until we get to the mountain road that leads to the pack’s land. Then I gun my hog past the entrance. I’m not following him home like some little lost puppy.

I know my Alpha sent Lance to watch over me. I’m even okay with it. I have no business messing around with a civilian, especially one like Sadie. She’s outta my league in every way. Thinking about it makes me want to howl.

My bike speeds up the switchbacks. I take each turn faster and faster, imagining Sadie pressed into my back. My cock perks up, and I grit my teeth.

I pull off the road onto an overlook. Out here, the city lights mirror the carpet of stars above. I’d like to show Sadie this.

The peaceful quiet is shattered by a motorcycle zooming past. I stiffen then strip off my vest. I kick off my boots and shuck my jeans. I’m left in my white shirt, and I step behind my bike to hide my nudity.

The motorcycle comes roaring back down the road. It slows when it reaches the overlook and glides to a stop a few feet away. The rider pulls off his helmet.

It’s Channing. I knew it was him. He’s the only one of us who rides a neon green bike and not a real hog. He’s such a tool on his stupid crotch rocket.

“Deke, what the fuck? You know you can’t get too close to a human—”

I don’t give him any warning. I leap into the air and let my wolf rip out of me. The t-shirt shreds, tearing painfully on my twisted limbs. But I was always quick to shift.

By the time Channing knows what’s going on, I’ve leapt over my bike. He scrambles off his bike a second before two hundred plus pounds of black wolf hits him in the chest. We both go down—him and his crotch rocket, and me on him. He swipes at me, his hands changed to massive paws, but I jump off him and dance away.

“Fuck,” he shouts. “Motherfucker.” He rises, struggling to get free of his clothes. He sees his bike lying on its side, the shiny paint scratched on the road, and he gets even more stupid with rage. “You’re going to fucking pay for that.” His claws tear at his clothes. Stupid fucker’s gonna have to ride home naked. He’ll take it out of my hide. I had the element of surprise, but once he’s in wolf form, we’re pretty evenly matched. When he’s riled up, like now, he can tear me up.

Good.

A growl splits the air, and a giant white and brown wolf stalks stiff legged towards me. Channing the wolf lowers his belly almost to the ground, his ears back and teeth bared, ready to pounce.

I grin like a maniac and brace myself, waiting for pain.

Sadie

When I’m back in my apartment, I set down the untouched platter of cookies on the table and check my phone. I’ve got missed calls from Adele, Charlie and Tabitha. I sigh and dial Adele.

“Sadie!” She answers on the first ring. “Thank God. Are you home?”

“Yes.” I toss my keys onto my countertop. “Is everything okay?”

“We’re coming over. Be there