Claimed by the Wolf Billionaire (BBW Paranormal Alpha Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Clarissa Black
porcelain tinted fang, elephant tusks, created a jagged outline of incisors of his teeth.
Swooping down extending were long powerful arms covered in thick white fur crowned with large paws with sharp dagger-like claws. The broadness of his upper body was only matched by the muscular definition of his legs. It was meant to leap, or more precisely to lunge at long distances, hurling itself at a deadly velocity.
But it was the eyes that had haunted her; it was if looking into the galaxy in itself, oozing plasmas of blue emanated from triangular slits. It’s blue hue deepening in intensity towards the center forming a diagonal line of pure blue.
Suspended in mid-air by a bolt of lightning, electrifying him, coursing through his flesh, burning them white, to his meat and through his skeleton, which she could see as if it were in an x-ray machine.
Large bolts of pure energy suspended him in mid-air, electrifying every cell of his body. Electrons mended with pain coursing through every DNA molecule of his body, and shooting to his spine. His spine was not human. Thickened wolf disks made of bones were surrounded by pulsing nerves. The signal carrier system, the nerve system of his flesh, twined between discs spiraling upwards until it reached the control center. His brain.
In his brain, the electrical signals further divided into units, which depending on the region, was interpreted as memory. It was from this memory that the surging light had pulled back his pupils to their original black color. His eyes become the portal to which memory is accessed. It was his eighteenth birthday and everything was of sepia-tone. The family was on vacation in the mountain castle retreat.
We had cake.
Grandpa was there, as usual talking about his scientific experiments with other guests. My parents entertained other friends, celebrities and other famous personalities. A clown was sent to entertain the guests. Lights were lit.
“Mikhail?” I blurted to my brother who was a year older than me. We had taken to running across the canopy of forest that extended around the castle. Our little competitive game.
Along the trail we skipped through rocks, zig-zagged through bushes, and crunched the pines that were littered on the forest floor. I’d usually beat him but there was something wrong with me, as if something inside me was burning. I stopped. Panting heavily, “Mikhail..”
That was when the surge that was building into me released itself. Stabs of radiating pain pierced through my body. I grew bigger and I felt more powerful. It was then that I attacked Mikhail my brother. I didn’t know what came over me. A sort of animal blood lust.
The next thing I knew, I was strapped to a chair, Grandpa’s large room. With his back against me scribbling his equations, littered in drawings of DNA sequences. The chair rattled as I tried to break free from the strap. Grandpa face towards me. He was a revered nobility, stemming from generations of royalty from our old country. Scandinavia. He never lost his accent, nor his royal sensibilities. He was known as both a genius and a fighter, coming from a long line of geniuses and fighters.
“Elliot?” he said in a concerned tone.
“ Farfar what’s happening?” I asked referring to him in Swedish for grandpa.
He looked away as if what he’s about to tell me pained him deep inside. “You’re a wolf Elliot.”
A man of scientific directness. He could not express it any other way. I reeled from bewilderment at what he had just said. “Farfar? You’re not making sense again. What do you mean a wolf?”
He grabbed a chair. Placed it facing me and sat down. “A wolf Elliot. It runs through our blood.”
“.. and that is what makes us specially gifted. Our clan stems from a long line of shifters, which may seem absurd to you, but within our DNA is encoded genes that allow us to shift to another form.”
I
Swooping down extending were long powerful arms covered in thick white fur crowned with large paws with sharp dagger-like claws. The broadness of his upper body was only matched by the muscular definition of his legs. It was meant to leap, or more precisely to lunge at long distances, hurling itself at a deadly velocity.
But it was the eyes that had haunted her; it was if looking into the galaxy in itself, oozing plasmas of blue emanated from triangular slits. It’s blue hue deepening in intensity towards the center forming a diagonal line of pure blue.
Suspended in mid-air by a bolt of lightning, electrifying him, coursing through his flesh, burning them white, to his meat and through his skeleton, which she could see as if it were in an x-ray machine.
Large bolts of pure energy suspended him in mid-air, electrifying every cell of his body. Electrons mended with pain coursing through every DNA molecule of his body, and shooting to his spine. His spine was not human. Thickened wolf disks made of bones were surrounded by pulsing nerves. The signal carrier system, the nerve system of his flesh, twined between discs spiraling upwards until it reached the control center. His brain.
In his brain, the electrical signals further divided into units, which depending on the region, was interpreted as memory. It was from this memory that the surging light had pulled back his pupils to their original black color. His eyes become the portal to which memory is accessed. It was his eighteenth birthday and everything was of sepia-tone. The family was on vacation in the mountain castle retreat.
We had cake.
Grandpa was there, as usual talking about his scientific experiments with other guests. My parents entertained other friends, celebrities and other famous personalities. A clown was sent to entertain the guests. Lights were lit.
“Mikhail?” I blurted to my brother who was a year older than me. We had taken to running across the canopy of forest that extended around the castle. Our little competitive game.
Along the trail we skipped through rocks, zig-zagged through bushes, and crunched the pines that were littered on the forest floor. I’d usually beat him but there was something wrong with me, as if something inside me was burning. I stopped. Panting heavily, “Mikhail..”
That was when the surge that was building into me released itself. Stabs of radiating pain pierced through my body. I grew bigger and I felt more powerful. It was then that I attacked Mikhail my brother. I didn’t know what came over me. A sort of animal blood lust.
The next thing I knew, I was strapped to a chair, Grandpa’s large room. With his back against me scribbling his equations, littered in drawings of DNA sequences. The chair rattled as I tried to break free from the strap. Grandpa face towards me. He was a revered nobility, stemming from generations of royalty from our old country. Scandinavia. He never lost his accent, nor his royal sensibilities. He was known as both a genius and a fighter, coming from a long line of geniuses and fighters.
“Elliot?” he said in a concerned tone.
“ Farfar what’s happening?” I asked referring to him in Swedish for grandpa.
He looked away as if what he’s about to tell me pained him deep inside. “You’re a wolf Elliot.”
A man of scientific directness. He could not express it any other way. I reeled from bewilderment at what he had just said. “Farfar? You’re not making sense again. What do you mean a wolf?”
He grabbed a chair. Placed it facing me and sat down. “A wolf Elliot. It runs through our blood.”
“.. and that is what makes us specially gifted. Our clan stems from a long line of shifters, which may seem absurd to you, but within our DNA is encoded genes that allow us to shift to another form.”
I
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