Page 15 of Possessive Alpha

Ty.

He’s as beautiful as a wolf as he’s handsome as a man.

Maybe it’s my sharper wolf eyes: a lighter blue than my usual deeper shade that makes him appear so. I don’t know. All I know is, as a woman, I could run from him because I knew what was at stake. As a wolf, I can’t do it.

I watch him stalk toward me, thinking he’s everything my wolf and I want and so much more.

His scent is intoxicating, and I suck in the sandalwood and fresh, crisp scent, craving more of it. I don’t know how long we stand pressed together, my nose buried against his throat and his to mine. Ty makes rumbling growling sounds as I do the same. As if he wants to wear my scent and he wants me to wear his.

Because that’s exactly what we’re doing: scent-marking each other. I’m claiming him as mine as he is claiming me.

When he retreats a step, I growl at him to come back until I see the excitement in his mobile tail. I feel the same answering need in me.

He wants to run. Wants to play.

How will this compare to running with the pack or with my sister?

I’m pondering it when he nips the end of my nose. I rear back, nearly falling as I stumble.

Laughing green eyes meet mine, hold my gaze, then he whips around and he’s just… gone.

He bit my nose.

My eyes narrow. Does he honestly think I’m going to let him get away with that?

My wolf and I are in perfect agreement.

No way in hell.

We charge after him.

Ty shifts back first. After he slips into a pair of black sweatpants that he left beside my folded pile of clothes, he sits on the grass, facing the sun rising through a gap in the trees.

My shift comes much slower. As an alpha, he’s stronger, faster, and can do things I can’t. One of those things is shifting from his wolf form to his human one in seconds.

A couple of minutes later, I rise from my crouch and tug on my clothes so I can return to the house before Clara can miss me.

I had fun running with Ty, but playing as wolves and playing as humans is… different.

Now when I think of the way we wrestled and nuzzled each other, my skin gets hot and I feel flustered. We’re alone out here, so no buffer and no interruption in case things get heated between us.

“Stay,” Ty calls out, still with his back to me.

I hesitate. “Clara will wonder where I am.”

He peers over his shoulder. “She might.”

But he doesn’t ask me to stay again, just waits for me to decide.

Do I stay with my mate or do I go see Clara, who I probably spend three quarters of my day worrying about?

It’s early, and she’s probably still asleep.

After a moment, I cross over to Ty and sink onto the grass beside him. Not too close, though. He’s still shirtless and I’m only human.

Not two seconds later, he closes the distance between us.

I blow out a breath that lifts my bangs from my forehead. “Ty…”

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