Page 7 of My Shy Alpha

I have no idea why this feels so strong, but it’s the first time I’ve verged on climaxing with a man in years, and we’re still wearing clothes.

His hot breath thrums against my neck with the next lick. But this time, his love bite starts off a little too hard.

I cry out, and he jumps back like a scared animal.

“Sorr– sorry! I thought y-y–” He winces, shaking his head. When he speaks again, he enunciates every syllable with painful precision. “I thought you wanted me to...”

My insides somersault as I stare at the man, his worried eyes locked on mine as I grip my nibbled neck. His stare is honest, revealing a tender innocence that doesn’t match the sexual prowess I just felt.

I have no idea who he is, but one thing is undeniable: I want him. With every piece of my soul.

But that terrifies me. “Who are you?”

He swallows hard. “N-Noah...”

That’s all he has to say?

He crawls closer on all fours. His cinched eyebrows tug at my heartstrings. “How’d you get here? Omegas aren’t safe out here all alone. You can’t shift?”

What is he even talking about?

Noah’s hand draws near, and I flinch. He freezes, but the urge that drew me to him in the first place begs me to let him in. As I reach for his hand, he meets me halfway, tracing a soft line down my neck.

Whatever he’s doing to my neck makes me feel things I’ve never felt with a man in my life. My hips squirm, itching for me to strip bare and roll over for him.

I don’t even care that I moan in front of him. “Why does that make me feel so good?”

Noah jerks back. “Why? Oh, no...”

It takes everything in me to fight the primal need to love on him, but his expression sobers me; despite being the bulkiest man I’ve ever seen, Noah shrinks by the second.

So does my heart. “What’s wrong? Do you not feel the same about me?”

“No, Goddess, of course I do. We’re mates.”

Mates. The word feels like an endless field of rosebuds popping open in my chest. The word I’ve been searching for all along - why nothing ever felt right no matter how many dates I went on.

“Do you mean... Soulmates?”

“No. I mean mates.” Noah’s hopeful eyes falter, and it burns down to my bones. “But you’re not another wolf, are you?”

Confusion drowns my joy. “Wolf? You’re not making sense...”

Noah reaches for me again, and I hug his hand to my chest, desperate to understand.

“Oh, Goddess... This is so hard.” The shivering pain in Noah’s voice churns my insides.

“I’m not what you’re expecting, am I? You don’t want me?”

Before Noah can respond, a glint of eyes appears behind him. I scream as the same massive, brown wolf lunges for us, sinking its teeth into Noah’s back.

4

My eyes squint shut as Noah crashes toward me, but the impact I brace for never arrives. When I open my eyes, shock zaps my system.

Noah pins the hulking wolf to the ground by the neck with one bare hand. His clothes burst, the fabric streaking over his expanding body in rippling ribbons until they shred under pressure with a loud snap. But beneath his clothes isn’t the skin I expect. His body morphs into a new, inhuman form. Fur. Claws. A dark snout as long as my entire body.

An enormous black wolf emerges from Noah, snarling at the cowering wolf beneath him.

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