Page 71 of My Shy Alpha

I didn’t want to wake you but I couldn’t stop thinking about you and went on an early perimeter run. Link me when you’re headed to work and I’ll walk with you.

I find myself with a goofily huge grin on my face and groan.

Okay, fine. I give up. I’m hopelessly into Noah.

I mindlink him, my massive smile still glued to my face. Good morning, my shy Alpha. What gives you the right to be so adorable?

Our bond flutters with warmth from Noah’s end, and I giggle.

God, I missed you so fucking badly, he mindlinks.

I missed you too. Please hurry back to me.

Believe me, I’m on my way. But don’t wait for me - I’ll meet you on your route so you’re not late for work. Which path do you take into town?

Sweet Alpha, thinking of my needs.

The second I link him this gentle tease, I hold his letter to my chest, laughing at how flustered we both are through our bond. Noah can’t bear to speak, too overwhelmed with shy excitement, and I laugh out loud on my porch to myself.

I always take the road that passes Ms. Jensen’s farm, I mindlink. The one with the cows, horses, and the vineyard. Have you seen it?

Sure have. Plenty of times.

Wait... Is she a wolf too?

Sure is. See you soon, sweet Omega.

I rush down my porch, overcome by excitement. I didn’t think I’d get to see Noah before work. I want to kiss him, first thing.

By the time I speed-walk out of my section of the forest, I have to slow to catch my breath. Wait, we didn’t choose where we’ll meet on the path. Can he still track me while I’m walking so fast? I’m already a quarter mile from Ms. Jensen’s farm.

I jump as the bush to my right gives a violent shake. The animal inside scratches through the dirt until–

A chicken bursts through the bushes, flapping her golden-brown feathers. I scream, my back slamming against the nearest tree, which makes her scream too.

I grip my chest, struggling to catch my breath. “Oh, my God, where did you come from, baby? Are you one of Mrs. Jensen’s girls? Terry? Nancy, maybe?” She pecks at some worms in the dirt. “...No? Well, Little Miss Jensen, I don’t think you’re supposed to be out h–”

Little Miss Jensen has had enough. With a violent flap of her wings and claws outstretched, she charges at me, revealing her dinosaur ancestry. And I reveal my own survival tactics passed down for generations, jumping higher than I knew was possible with my knees tucked and voice screeching throughout the forest until I’m sure someone a mile away must hear me. Then I sprint.

I don’t stop until her clucks have faded. Gathering my wits is painful once I realize I’ve dragged myself all the way to Mrs. Jensen’s farm. I almost wish no one really was nearby on the off chance they saw what just happened – I’d never want to show my face in Greenfield again. But as I dust off my clothes and bite back my embarrassment, a sharp movement catches the corner of my eye.

This time I’m too scared to run. This creature was silent. Eyeing me.

I shriek when it moves.

“S-shit, sorry–” I’m met by Noah’s apologetic, wide eyes, emerging from the bushes beside the cows. My shoulders droop in relief.

But as Mrs. Jensen’s brown cow peeks from behind a bale of hay to give Noah a wary moo, I can’t help but laugh. “How’d a wolf get in the cow pen?”

He flushes, dropping my stare with a grin. “I had to put my clothes back on somewhere private.”

Maybe it’s the thrill of seeing him again, or the relief of finding my mate in the bushes instead of another threat, but my imagination is on fire. Arousal courses through me as I picture Noah shifting in the bushes, his bare body caressed by the morning sun. Noah’s clearly aware of it, his jaw clenching.

His eyes widen as I charge at him with a wide smile. Fresh facial scruff scrapes my fingertips as I throw myself into his arms, smashing our lips together with my full weight. Noah catches me, but he doesn’t stop there. Squeezing me closer by the waist, he leans to gain a fuller reach of my lips. My lips part on their own, itching to taste him.

Noah’s tongue slips against mine without hesitation, and a fiery spark of lust grinds my hips into him. He grunts softly into my open mouth, kissing me even harder as he grips my hips for more. I pat the space behind myself without looking, feeling for a mass of cool leaves. Once I’m sure we’ll land somewhere soft, I yank him by the jacket collar with me, toppling into the bushes.

Noah sucks in a surprised breath, easily catching me, but my giggling is cut off by a fierce kiss.

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