Free Resisting the Alpha by Jessica Coulter Smith

RESISTING THE
ALPHA
     
    Love Spell, 3
     
    Jessica Coulter
Smith
     
    Copyright © 2015
     
     
     
    Chapter One
     
    “How could you…!” Bridget screamed into
the wind as the storm raged around her, knowing damn well with his sensitive
wolf hearing, she could have whispered. “You sent my fiancé running scared! We
were about to say our vows, you asshole!”
    Bridget
stood outside the church, her white dress feeling like it weighed fifty pounds
as the rain pelted down, soaking her. A gust of wind wrenched off her veil and
sent it into the nearby gutter, dirty water destroying it on contact.
    “You
aren’t marrying him,” Micah said, a growl to his voice.
    “Why?”
she asked, the anger draining away as her shoulders sagged. “Why would you ruin
my life this way? I was happy, damn it!”
    “You
don’t belong with him.”
    “I
don’t belong with you ,” she yelled.
“Go back to your pack. You aren’t welcome in my life!”
    Bridget
struck hard, making contact with his cheek. Holding her hand to her chest, she turned
on her heels and stormed back into the church, the heavy doors slamming shut
behind her. Five of the groomsmen formed a line, blocking Micah from following
her. His hands clenched at his sides as he bared his teeth at them.
    “Move!”
he demanded.
    The
eldest of the groomsmen, a bear-shifter of some sort, shook his head. “You
heard her. I think it’s time for you to leave.”
    Micah’s
ears pricked as he listened for sounds inside the church. Over the crowd of
wedding attendees, he heard Bridget crying. He hadn’t meant to upset her, but
there was no way he could allow her to marry some random guy. She hadn’t even
been with the loser more than a month. Who the hell married someone they’d only
been dating a month? He would have stopped her sooner, but he’d only heard about
the wedding that morning.
    “This
isn’t over,” he told them. “You know I was right to stop the wedding. She
doesn’t belong with that puny paper-pusher. She just thinks she wants a man she
can control.”
    “That
wasn’t your decision to make,” the bear-shifter said. “Maybe you should go home
and contemplate why it was so important to you that the wedding not take
place.”
    Micah
grumbled under his breath. The bear-shifter didn’t know what the hell he was
talking about. Micah didn’t have any ulterior motive. He’d just wanted Bridget
to be happy, and he’d known without a doubt that loser she had at the altar was
only going to make her miserable in the long run. Maybe if she weren’t such
good friends with the omega of his pack, he wouldn’t have cared so much, but
Josette had few friends so Micah tended to watch over the ones she did have,
like Bridget, even if they weren’t pack members. It had nothing to do with the erection that was straining against his
zipper, nor the fact that Bridget’s sweet scent had wrapped around him, even
while she read him the riot act, making him want her more than he should.
    He
turned and stalked toward the parking lot and his waiting motorcycle. He hated
riding in the rain, but Mother Nature was a fickle bitch. When he’d left, the
sun had been shining. But ten minutes into his ride, the dark clouds had rolled
in and a few minutes later, the skies had opened up and soaked him. Whipping
his wet tee over his head, he shoved it into one of the saddle bags and
straddled his bike. The engine started with a roar and Micah pulled out of the
parking lot.
    Taking
a detour, he stopped by Betty Lou’s to pick up some lunch. Arguing with the
obstinate Bridget had made him work up an appetite, and not just the sexual
kind. The bell jingled over the door as he stepped inside the cool interior.
    Betty
Lou looked up from behind the counter and frowned at him. “Alpha! You know you’re
supposed to be fully clothed when you come into my establishment. No shirt, no shoes
… no service. It’s marked clearly on the front window. Something I never had to
do before your pack,