Free Trapped With the Alpha (Balfour Shifters Book 1) by Emily Minton, Julia Keith Page A

clothes, I’m off the bed, tossing my lamp across the room. “You wanna know what my problem is? I woke up with your skank ass in my bed. Even worse, my cock was in your mouth.”
    She stumbles back, nearly falling on her ass. “You brought me back here last night. You fell asleep so I stayed.”
    Her words are coming out fast, so fast I can barely make them out. She scrambles around the room, picking up stray clothes and mumbling her apologies under her breath. Something in her tone seems off, and my shifter side is telling me this bitch is trouble. 
    “What?” I shout, grabbing a lamp from my bedside table and tossing it across the room, where it hits the corner of the dresser and explodes on impact, glass raining down on the floor.
    This crap happened again. Twice in as many weeks, I’ve brought a woman back to our lodge with the sole purpose of fucking her. Over the years, I have done everything I can to fill the hollowness inside me, but never have I brought a piece of pussy to our home.
    Some of the other pack members do, but not many. This is our home, our safe haven from the world. We can be ourselves here, as wolf or man. This is a place for our mates, not a place to bring a one-night stand, and definitely not a place to bring back a piece of ass as desperate as this bitch. “I don’t bring whores back to my room. This bed is for my Pixie.”
    A gasp leaves my lips at the same exact time as the name Pixie does. Within seconds of my dream lover’s name passing my lips, my beast pushes forward, wanting to get out and wreak havoc. My canines drop, and my eyes start to shift. Not having time to do anything else, I look at the brunette and shout, “Get out now!”
    I hear a mumbled, “ Oh my God ,” before she is off and running toward the door. It slams behind her, and a second later, my wolf pushes forward. No longer having control of him, the change rips through my body with a force like I have never known, causing me to shift faster than I ever have before. I jump onto the bed, clawing, tearing, and ripping, unable to stop until there is nothing left but shreds of fabric scattered across my room. In my fit of rage, I only stop to throw my head back and let out a ferocious howl. As the sound of my anger echoes through the room, causing my ears to ring, I swear the name Isabel hits my ears. 
    Suddenly, my other half pulls back, and before I am even able to make sense of what is happening, I fall to the floor, completely naked and completely one-hundred percent man. His thoughts meld with mine now, and memories come rushing back at me so fast it’s like a slideshow ripping through my brain at top speed. The pain is nearly unbearable, causing me to grab the side of my head. I forgot her. I forgot the woman I love.
    Image after image of us together assaults me, leaving me unable to do so much as blink my eyes. It is the worst kind of torment imaginable as I am stuck frozen, unable to do anything but witness the past and the life we once had together.
    My Pixie and I running through our meadow.
    Me telling her how much I love her and how she belongs to me, that she’s my mate.
    My Pixie and I making slow sweet love one second and then ravaging each other the next.
    Myself as I lay the first claiming bite to the tender skin between her shoulder and her neck.
     Letting out my anguish, I scream, “Isabel!”
     

Izzy
     
    AS MY name leaves his lips, a pain unlike any other tears through my body. An agonizing wail escapes me as I am suddenly assaulted with a feeling that can only be described as having my body turn itself inside out. Agony crashes through me, so excruciating that I’m unable to even think.
    Just as pain spirals me into darkness, I feel a deep tearing rip through my body that brings me back to reality. I feel as if I’m being torn from inside myself, as if claws are ripping me to shreds. The force of it causes me to double over in agony in an attempt to keep myself together. It’s as if the