Free Undercover Alpha: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Romance by Zoe Chant Page A

hands on her body. Would he want her kneeling in the kitchen? Bent over the table?
    What was he doing? Did he change when he smelled things out? Was there an in-between state between man and wolf? If Richard was a werewolf, would he notice?
    Frieda tapped the back of her hand. “Come back,” she said. “Man just asked you a question.”
    “I’m sorry,” she said. “I just—”
    “Your friend,” Richard said, without much patience. “Upstairs. Why exactly is he here, again?”
    Good question, Lucy thought. “He’s our bodyguard,” she said. “Kind of silly, but dad hired him.”
    Richard looked alarmed. “Have you had any threats? You should—”
    “Nah,” Ophelia said. “Probably just an animal. Dad’s being paranoid.”
    Lucy felt relieved she hadn’t had a chance to tell her sisters about the animals on her own porch. The whole ‘werewolf’ thing had been too much to cover in a car trip, even a long one. And she definitely couldn’t ask Jason to change into a big dog while they were on the 290.
    “I’ll go check on him,” she said, getting up. “I’m sure he’s done with…whatever he was checking. Probably just wants to stay out of our way.”
    She climbed up the stairs, the rich wood of the railing smooth under her hand. Someone had done a lot of work on this house. Had put a lot of love into it. Jason had said that werewolves didn’t live lives any longer than humans, so it must have been done by the previous owners. Richard said that the house had been in the family for a long time. Had they been werewolves too? Was this the house that was inherited by the alpha or queen? Was it hers?
    It would explain why she felt so at home every time she came back.
    Werewolves had good hearing, right? She probably shouldn’t ask, just in case Richard really was one.
    She wasn’t even sure why she was going upstairs. She was thinking of the bed in the master bedroom, the thick purple drapes around the 4-poster frame, the ridiculous gold-edged settee. It was so ridiculous, but it was also warm and rich-looking. She felt like she could feel her uncle’s presence there, just a little, because the room had so much personality.
    She walked down the long hallway. There was a library up here, two guest bedrooms. A beautiful master bath with a clawfoot tub and Italian tile. The master bedroom was at the end of the hall, looking out over the backyard and the vegetable garden.
    Jason was standing at the window. “It’s beautiful out here,” he said. “Though I’m not sure I could live with all this purple, if it was my house.” The sunlight was coming through the window, highlighting his hair, making his skin glow.
    “He must’ve liked purple a lot,” Lucy agreed.
    “A whole lot,” he said, and stepped aside a little, reaching his arm out toward her. It felt so natural. She stepped into his curved arm, and it was…right. He turned so his face was in her hair. Her breath picked up. “It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?”
    “Yes,” she said, and put her arms around his waist. She should stop. She should say no. But she didn’t want to at all.
    He kissed her, gently at first, and then with the passion she felt in her own heart. For a little while, she forgot her sisters, the inheritance, Richard, who might or might not be a werewolf himself—
    It was just his strong arms around her, his lips on hers, her heart pounding in her chest. He slipped a hand into the waistband of her jeans, and she wanted them off, wanted him on her, in her. She wanted to know how big he was, how he’d feel, what it would be like to ride him.
    Do werewolves do it doggy style?
    She started giggling, breaking the kiss. Jason didn’t seem to mind, but he did seem a little confused. “What?” he said. “What?”
    “I—I’ll tell you later,” she said, “I’m sorry—”
    “It’s okay,” he said, smoothing her hair back with one hand, the other still wrapped around her. “It’s okay.”
    “I think you should