Free Alpha Breed: Werewolf Bikers (Sex & Violence Book 1) by Amanda Close

ACT I
     
    The wolves had come in the night, like most monsters do, and crashed the frat party she’d been attending. Brienne had considered herself a small town girl from Macon, though every town in Georgia was small compared to the sprawling metropolis of Atlanta. She’d been hanging out with a few other freshman girls from her dormitory at yet another fraternity party. These things were always meat markets, she had thought to herself, and since she already had a boyfriend back in Macon she didn’t see much of a point.
     
    As usual she was busily fending off the charms of boyish men while doing her best to have a good time. Brienne knew that she had the sorts of curves that demanded a second glance, and that mixed with the country girl swagger pretty much guaranteed that she would spend most of her time at parties being courted by every swinging dick present. Her boyfriend wasn’t a jealous guy, though he was a good ole boy from small town Georgia, and Brienne was often glad he had stayed back to finish trade school.
     
    In truth she had been glad to leave for school, as the wolf dreams had become nearly overwhelming. They were always chasing her through forests or back alleys, and in every dream no matter how fast she ran or how well she hid, it always ended the same way. The pack of wolves would catch her and one of them would breed her. It was a savage affair, and she could think of no better word to describe it. The only things about the dream that would change were which wolf would take her and the setting. Sometimes the wolves would fight one another, and then the winner would clasp her throat in his jaws and hold her to the ground as he took her.
     
    The most disturbing element of the recurring dream was that she often woke up with a deep lust that demanded attention. If she was sleeping over at Glen’s place the young man would find himself being ravished by his very hot and very horny girlfriend, and on those nights she wouldn’t even give him the chance to wear protection. On those nights she wanted to be taken hard and without protection, she wanted her man to fill her with his seed. The first few times Glen had been awkward about it, and had winced when she clawed ragged lines into his chest with her fingernails. Though after a few months he had acclimatized to her strange night fits, and Brienne certainly was thankful that she’d left shortly after.
     
    It was a miracle that she had not been knocked up after so many frenzied nights, and college was just the sort of distraction she needed. Brienne had decided that it was better to just focus on her studies, and try to leave the dreams behind her in Macon. College certainly helped, and it was as if the dreams were rewarding her for taking action, and she only had one every couple of weeks. Then the wolves came. Brienne was standing outside on the front porch when the deep rumble of motorcycle engines could be heard coming up the street, and by the time the source of the noise appeared there were nearly a dozen partygoers crowded on the porch.
     
    It was a cool spring night and Brienne had dressed well for the party, with dark knee-high boots, tight jean shorts that her mother would have hated knowing she’d worn, and a dark tank top. Most of the girls around were either going for the more pink sorority look or the college granola thing, but Brienne liked to keep things simple for herself, playing to her strengths. The problem with her outfit was that it had been intended for the close confines of a crowded college party, and as the wind whipped around her she was shivering. Instinctively she wrapped her arms tighter around Roland’s mid-section and used his body to shield her against the night air. He was unusually warm, as if his body radiated more heat than the average man, though in that moment she was simply happy to have the ruggedly handsome man keep her just a little bit warmer.
     
    This was all so crazy, she kept telling herself over and