The Doctor's Five Alphas (Steamy BBW Werewolf Pack Menage Romance) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Willow Wilde
grinning at me. I realized that I was probably a novelty in these parts, sticking out like a foreign, sore thumb.
“Yes. But I prefer lamb, fish,” Camilla explained. “Pork is everything. All kinds of traditional meals. You get tired of it, sometimes.”
“I can imagine.”
We walked in silence for the rest of the small trip, until we finally met the small crowd as patrons crossed from merchant to merchant. With tarps and sheets forming overhead coverings, the townspeople with excess were selling all manner of vegetables, meat, livestock, tools, and anything else that was useful to their daily lives.
Camilla led me about; translating for me and helping me make sound purchases. She advised me quietly against purchasing eggs from this vendor or from buying woven towels from that villager.
Overall, we spent about an hour checking the merchants and snatching up our supplies, until we wandered the trip back home. The decline down the hill was pleasant, and we made small talk about her mother, about life in the village, and about the outer world.
When I pushed the door open, I didn’t expect to see Dane standing quietly and smugly in the room…nor did I expect him to be in what looked like peak physical health.
~
“Where have you been?” I demanded, gazing at the strong, shirtless man. Camilla gasped from behind, hiding by the doorway.
“It is alright, Camilla,” Dane explained, before speaking some words in Romanian. Camilla spat back a sentence or two, and his face darkened.
“I must go, Alaina,” she whispered to me. “Goodbye until later. And with helping the wolf …good luck.”
With that, she was gone, although I couldn’t help but notice by her tone that she wasn’t particularly keen on seeing this man healthy. As soon as I thought about it, I realized the sudden change in his demeanor – this man had been almost at Death’s door last night…but he looks FINE now. What the hell?
“You seem to have angered my guide somehow,” I observed coolly as I set my purchases down on the counter. “Why was she so unhappy to see you?”
“She is still mad about the witch,” Dane brushed the question aside. “But we have work to do, if you would be so kind. The night will be here in a few hours, and with it my pain.”
“The night?” I asked skeptically. “What’s the matter with the night?”
“I have been afflicted with a curse,” Dane explained. “Striking me to my very being. These people, they do not understand sometimes how difficult it can be to protect them. They see only what is in front of them, thinking not ahead, thinking not of the difficulties in defending their lives.”
“Is that so,” I asked unsympathetically.
“They know to trust me now. They have seen what is out there, what my pack fights. The darkness in the night, it has taken some of their children and struck down their elderly. They have seen what my pack and I can do, how much we love and protect them. These things are truth.”
I raised an eyebrow as I crossed my arms, eager to see where this babbling fool was going with this. He might not have been physically ill all of a sudden, but he was certainly quite the storyteller.
Dane continued on, his hands thrown up in the air. “I tell them, ‘ The new one is a witch .’ But they love the new villager so. She tells them stories and makes them laugh, she plays with the children and makes them squeal. I tell them, ‘ It is trickery of the witch. She makes you love her.’ Do they listen? No. What do they do when I bring evidence of her foul deceit? They try to cast me out. When the vile witch begins hurting them, striking at their very souls, my pack and I save them.”
He shook his head as I watched, arms still folded and a sigh lifting from my chest.
“But the witch, she strikes with a curse in her defeat. Now, when my beloved night comes, so does pain. I will be dead in
“Yes. But I prefer lamb, fish,” Camilla explained. “Pork is everything. All kinds of traditional meals. You get tired of it, sometimes.”
“I can imagine.”
We walked in silence for the rest of the small trip, until we finally met the small crowd as patrons crossed from merchant to merchant. With tarps and sheets forming overhead coverings, the townspeople with excess were selling all manner of vegetables, meat, livestock, tools, and anything else that was useful to their daily lives.
Camilla led me about; translating for me and helping me make sound purchases. She advised me quietly against purchasing eggs from this vendor or from buying woven towels from that villager.
Overall, we spent about an hour checking the merchants and snatching up our supplies, until we wandered the trip back home. The decline down the hill was pleasant, and we made small talk about her mother, about life in the village, and about the outer world.
When I pushed the door open, I didn’t expect to see Dane standing quietly and smugly in the room…nor did I expect him to be in what looked like peak physical health.
~
“Where have you been?” I demanded, gazing at the strong, shirtless man. Camilla gasped from behind, hiding by the doorway.
“It is alright, Camilla,” Dane explained, before speaking some words in Romanian. Camilla spat back a sentence or two, and his face darkened.
“I must go, Alaina,” she whispered to me. “Goodbye until later. And with helping the wolf …good luck.”
With that, she was gone, although I couldn’t help but notice by her tone that she wasn’t particularly keen on seeing this man healthy. As soon as I thought about it, I realized the sudden change in his demeanor – this man had been almost at Death’s door last night…but he looks FINE now. What the hell?
“You seem to have angered my guide somehow,” I observed coolly as I set my purchases down on the counter. “Why was she so unhappy to see you?”
“She is still mad about the witch,” Dane brushed the question aside. “But we have work to do, if you would be so kind. The night will be here in a few hours, and with it my pain.”
“The night?” I asked skeptically. “What’s the matter with the night?”
“I have been afflicted with a curse,” Dane explained. “Striking me to my very being. These people, they do not understand sometimes how difficult it can be to protect them. They see only what is in front of them, thinking not ahead, thinking not of the difficulties in defending their lives.”
“Is that so,” I asked unsympathetically.
“They know to trust me now. They have seen what is out there, what my pack fights. The darkness in the night, it has taken some of their children and struck down their elderly. They have seen what my pack and I can do, how much we love and protect them. These things are truth.”
I raised an eyebrow as I crossed my arms, eager to see where this babbling fool was going with this. He might not have been physically ill all of a sudden, but he was certainly quite the storyteller.
Dane continued on, his hands thrown up in the air. “I tell them, ‘ The new one is a witch .’ But they love the new villager so. She tells them stories and makes them laugh, she plays with the children and makes them squeal. I tell them, ‘ It is trickery of the witch. She makes you love her.’ Do they listen? No. What do they do when I bring evidence of her foul deceit? They try to cast me out. When the vile witch begins hurting them, striking at their very souls, my pack and I save them.”
He shook his head as I watched, arms still folded and a sigh lifting from my chest.
“But the witch, she strikes with a curse in her defeat. Now, when my beloved night comes, so does pain. I will be dead in
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