Dirty Alpha (Alpha's Obsession 2)

She’s a natural beauty who can make an old sweatshirt and torn hiking pants look like it should belong on a runway. My bear lets out a low rumble when she cracks a stick over her knee and then bends over to toss it into the flames.

I need this girl. Her curves… fuck… I feel like I’m drowning and gasping for a breath of her.

Her striking brown eyes flit over to me and then widen when she sees my bear approaching.

You’re scaring her!

The poor girl is shaking as she leaps onto her bag and pulls out a gun.

“GET BACK!” she screams and my whole body fills with shivers at the sound of her beautiful voice.

Let me out, I beg as she runs behind her tent. I can handle this better than you.

My grizzly bear grunts, disagreeing completely.

“I said stay back!” she screams as my clueless bear keeps approaching. “I shot a snake in the head, I’ll shoot you too.”

I grin as I watch her. She shot a snake? She’s a feisty one. I always knew my mate would have a fire in her belly.

I desperately want to come out and tell her that I don’t mean her any harm. That I would die before hurting her, but my bear keeps pushing me down, making me watch helplessly from deep inside.

The clumsy fucker steps on her tent and the whole thing collapses.

Why did you do that, you idiot?!

She’s finally had enough of this humiliating courtship. “I warned you!” she shouts as she pulls the trigger.

Three shots bang out and suddenly my bear is recoiling as pain rips through us. It’s a searing burn as the bullets cut through muscle and tendons, causing my bear to stagger back.

He just watches her as I wince inside, feeling every bit of pain that he’s feeling. It’s not just the bullet wounds, it’s the betrayal. It’s the rejection of having our mate turn on us after we finally found her.

“Oh, no,” she whispers as my bear’s back legs give out and he stumbles onto his ass. “I’m sorry. Why didn’t you just… I warned you.”

She points the shaky gun at us one more time and then starts running.

No!

She’s gone and we can barely stand with the bullet holes in us, let alone chase after her.

I warned you! Why didn’t you freaking listen?!

My bear just whimpers pathetically as he tries to get untangled from the collapsed tent. We’re spilling blood all over it and breaking it even more as he finally stumbles out. The thought of my mate sleeping outside in the wilderness with nothing over her head is making the pain that much more intense.

What?! No!

My asshole grizzly starts pulling me out, dragging me up against my will as he slinks back in. Our body starts shaking violently as the phase completes.

“You fucking asshole,” I mutter as I fall to the ground in my human form. “Now you let me out? So I can feel the worst of the pain? You really are a furry fucker.”

I have two slugs in my shoulder and one in my chest. Blood is pouring out as I will my shifter healing to get moving.

It’s too slow. My girl is out there in the darkening forest and I have to go protect her.

“That went even worse than I thought it would,” I grumble as I reach into the broken tent and pull her bag out. “You scared the hell out of her and you got us shot. Three times!”

My bear growls back at me.

“Shut up,” I mutter as I open her bag.

I can’t exactly go chasing her like this. If she thought a grizzly bear was scary, then she’s going to find a naked man covered in blood approaching her absolutely terrifying.

“Oh crap,” I grumble when I pull out her clothes. Nothing in a quintuple XL. Only Large. None of this will fit at all, but it’s better than showing up with nothing but a smile on my face.

Her t-shirt tears down the seams as I pull it on. I pull on her pants too, but there’s no way I’m able to button them. I’m just glad I don’t have a mirror. I have a belly top on that finishes over my navel and pants that are squeezed around my calves.

It takes three steps before the pants and bloody shirt shred to pieces.

“Damn it!” I say as I pull them off and toss the tattered shreds into the fire. I won’t be able to fit in any of this stuff.

After repacking her bag, I pull the bent and broken poles out of her tent and then wrap the nylon around my waist like a pathetic-looking kilt. It’s the best I can do for now.

The bleeding is already slowing down as my shifter healing starts repairing the muscle damage. It will take several more hours before the pain subsides, but I can still go out and look for my girl. I’d have to be seconds away from dying before I gave up trying to find her. Even then, I’d still be looking around for her as I traveled toward the light.