Free Forgotten Alpha by Joanna Wilson Page B

two and he wasn’t getting any.
     
    I heard footsteps from the bedroom and knew he was up. Inexplicably, my stomach filled with butterflies. I knew it was silly too, I mean we’d already had sex for Pete’s sake. I was afraid he might have regretted it. What if he was completely different from what I remembered? I didn’t remember much of last night.
     
    What I do remember is that I stormed into that bar angry, frustrated, and at my wit’s end. It was yet another full moon night and I couldn’t shift. I successfully embarrassed myself and my family in front of the whole werewolf population in Hertford. It took a few whiskeys for me to calm down and a few more for me to become any fun. He was behind the bar with his charming smile, sparkling green eyes, and playful demeanor. He made me laugh more last night than I had in the past few months.  My memory ends towards the end of the night. That’s when his shift ended and he continued to drink with me. We were plastered when he walked me home. A simple brush of his hand against mine was all it took to awaken something in us both. It was strong and almost involuntary. His kisses were so sweet and powerful and his touch burned me to my soul.
     
    I realized I was becoming turned on by the memory when the door opened. My breath caught in my chest and my nipples tightened. Sporting nothing but some boxer briefs and a hungry gaze, he still looked mouthwatering. His body was lean and powerful. His arms sported a few tattoos. His long face was angular with the perfect set of thin lips and a dusting of dark hair on his jaw. Those dark green eyes fired up and glowed when they rested on me. I realized then that it wasn’t the alcohol in my system. His eyes had glowed and that only meant one thing to me: It was the sign of a werewolf’s instinct taking over.
     
    “Good morning, beautiful," he said, his voice raspy with sleep. I couldn't help but smile as butterflies filled my stomach. Those simple words elated me.
     
    "Wait, do you not know my name either?" I asked as soon as the thought popped into my head.
     
    He chuckled, as he took a seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. "I take it you don't remember mine?"
     
    I couldn't answer; I was too flushed with embarrassment. I simply placed a plate in front of him.
     
    His smile widened, "Shame on you, Iris.”
     
    “Don’t tease me,” I said.
     
    “I should make you guess,” he said, with laughter in his gaze, “it’s Aaron.”
     
    I laughed with him, his name did sound familiar. I took my plate and sat next to him.
     
    "I never took you for a domestic," he said, digging into his huge helping of scrambled eggs
     
    "I'm not, not really. I was going to invite you out for breakfast, but I'd rather not."
     
    "What, you don't want to be seen with me?" he teased.
     
    "No, of course not," I said before digging in, hoping a mouth full of food would free me from continuing the strain of conversation.
     
    "Are you going to tell me why?" he asked, after a few moments of silence.
     
    "I'm still embarrassed, I guess," I said, remembering the fiasco that went down before I met Aaron at the bar.
     
    "A werewolf who can't shift isn't a werewolf at all," I said simply.
     
    "Bullshit, it happens all the time."
     
    "Yeah, to created werewolves. I was born this way, it's my instinct. Add onto that being the only daughter of an Alpha, I should be able to."
     
    "Instinct, I've never thought of it as instinct. It's always been a sense to me, like seeing and feeling."
     
    "Ugh. That makes my problem so much worse. It'd be like if I woke up in a hospital blind or deaf. That would be...." I couldn't even describe what it’d be. The thought scared me. It would indicate that this was somehow permanent. If it were, I'd be devastated.
     
    "What are you thinking?" he asked softly, as he leaned in.
     
    "What if I never shift again? If I knew what happened to me, maybe I could figure it out."
     
    "I doubt it would