Forbidden Alpha (Alpha's Obsession 4)

When the possessive urge becomes unbearable, I lower my mouth with a growl and sink my big teeth into her neck. She cries out in shock and pain, but her arms wrap around me, urging me to continue.

Her body begins to shake viciously as my mark cements on her. At first, I’m worried it’s too much for her, but then I feel her pussy pulsing around my cock and I realize she’s coming.

It feels so good, so tight, so warm as her silky tunnel milks my shaft and it sends me over the edge too. I bury my cock in her as I slide my teeth out of her neck. We both cry out as I release every last drop of come deep in her pulsating pussy.

My bear sinks back down below the surface and my body returns to normal. I catch a glimpse of my mark on her neck and I breathe in deep, knowing nothing will ever be the same again.

“Are you okay?” I whisper when we’ve both caught our breath.

She runs her hands down the sides of my face as she looks up at me with a new shine in her eyes. “I’m better than okay.”

I kiss her lips and then I kiss the mark.

She’s mine now.

She’s really all mine.

And I’m going to murder anyone who tries to take her from me.

Stepfathers included.Chapter NineLoganI’m heading to warn my brothers of the upcoming danger in the morning when the trucks pull up.

Three of them. All filled with tiger shifters.

I clench my jaw as my bear starts snarling inside. I grin when I taste how eager he is for a fight.

Good bear. We’re going to need all that aggression.

The doors open and ten tiger shifters spill out. Some of the guys are young, but they’re all big, except for a scrawny kid with wild messy hair. I have my eyes locked on Rhys. He tormented my girl. He killed my father. He’s a dead man.

“Who the hell are these guys?” Julian asks from behind me. I turn and see all three of my brothers—Cameron, Adrian, and Julian— approaching.

I’m feeling better as they stand by my side.

“These are the fuckers who harassed Willow,” Cameron growls. “And that guy flipped my truck.”

He points at Rhys who’s looking amused by all of this.

“He’s mine,” I warn Cameron. “He killed my father.”

“I’m so lost right now,” Julian says, looking around in confusion. He’s still in his pajamas. “Adrian, do you know what’s going on?”

“Not a clue,” Adrian says as he grinds his big knuckles into his open palm. “But I do know that my bear has been good lately, but deep down, the feral fucker is itching for a fight. Come on, buddy. They’re all yours.”

I can feel the ground rumbling as his huge frame begins to shake. We all step back as Adrian’s bear explodes out of him with a vicious snarl that has the hairs on my arms standing up. His grizzly has that look in his eye—the bloodthirsty look he used to always have before his mate walked into his life and mellowed him out. I didn’t think I’d ever be happy to see that feral look again, but I am now.

His black lip curls over his long sharp teeth as he turns to us with a low nasty snarl.

“Not us,” Julian says with a gulp. He points at the tiger shifters and grins. “Them. Go get ‘em, boy!”

Adrian’s feral bear turns to them with a growl and then charges forward with a deadly roar. They start popping into tigers as he rams through them like a bowling ball knocking over pins.

“Should we jump in?” Julian asks as three guys and a tiger jump onto Adrian’s back. His grizzly shakes them off easily and they go flying onto their asses.

“I’m not letting him have all the fun,” Cameron says as he rips off his t-shirt and lets his bear surge out. “Those three are mine. They’ve come around my Willow for the last time.” His pissed-off grizzly explodes out of him and charges into the brawl, slamming his head into the ribs of a huge tiger.

“I guess I’ll take the rest,” Julian says with a shrug. “I better make it fast. My pancakes are getting cold.”

His pajamas explode into tatters as his bear bursts forth. My eyes are locked on Rhys as Julian bounds forward.

“I know the truth,” I say as I approach him with my hands clenched into fists. “You killed my father.”

“The old bastard wouldn’t get off my ranch,” he says as he rolls his sleeves up his thick wiry arms. “So, I took him out. Just like me and my boys will take you bears out and take this land too.”

An edgy, twitchy feeling takes over as the rage builds inside. He took my father, now he’s trying to take my girl, and my home. He’s a dead man.