Free Alpha's Last Fight: A Paranormal Shapeshifter BBW Romance by Aubrey Rose, Molly Prince

me. Point at me. I didn’t know why I wanted it so much; I just did.
    Instead, I watched as another woman climbed up the side of the fighting ring. She had long black hair tied back in a ponytail, a white tank top over her lean body. Every bit of her was tight muscle, and on her face was an expression of glee.
    The next fighter? No. She wrapped her arms around Hutch and kissed him with such passion that the crowd’s cries rose again.
    Except mine. Jealousy surged through me with such force that I had to look away or risk letting the monster loose. My face was red, my blood pressure so high that I could feel my veins beating against my skin, trying to escape.
    “What is it?”
    Tommy touched my arm and I jerked away. I couldn’t have him touching me. Not now. Not when I was feeling like this. I grabbed my cardigan and pushed my way away from him, away from the fight, away from Hutch and his girlfriend making out in the center of the ring. I couldn’t handle this.
    “Hey! Natalie!”
    I heard Tommy behind me, following me, and I just moved faster. The crowd was so loud, the air was so hot. I needed to get out .
    “Natalie!”
    I shoved my way through a group of large men and made for the door. The security guards stood back to let me out, and I propelled myself out of the doorway and into the night, stumbling to the side of the building.
    It was cool out here, and I gulped breaths of air gratefully. Leaning against the wall of the warehouse, I could feel the sheet metal shudder with the roar of the crowd. The metal was nice and cold against my forehead, though, and I closed my eyes to breathe in and out. The monster was locked away. Locked away for good. Breathe in. Breathe out.
    “Natalie!”
    A hand grabbed my shoulder and I spun, a growl escaping my throat before I knew to stop it. Tommy backed away one step, a frightened look on his face. Guilt surged up into my throat, a bilious that I swallowed back down. I shouldn’t scare Tommy. Never again, not like before.
    “I’m sorry,” I said.
    “What the hell was that?”
    “I couldn’t—I couldn’t watch—”
    “What? The fight was over.” Tommy’s brows creased, tugging together at the middle.
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    “Then what do you mean? Why did you leave?”
    “I...I don’t know.” I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Behind Tommy, the crowd was beginning to stream out of the warehouse doors. Lights flashed in front of me, the bright stadium lights in the warehouse filtered through the bodies of the crowd. The smell they brought with them was the smell of the fight, and my body twisted inside.
    “You seemed fine during the fight,” Tommy said. He caressed my shoulder with one hand, tentatively, as though unsure if I would bite.
    “I was, I was. It was just...after.” I blinked hard but the lights didn’t go away.
    “Oh? You mean the fighter kissing his bitch. Was that what did it?” An edge of bitterness crept into his voice and his hand clamped down on my shoulder.
    “It wasn’t...I couldn’t breathe,” I sputtered. “I didn’t want to be there.”
    “Did you want to go home with him? You think that’s how this works?” Tommy leaned forward, his voice hissing. “You think that’s why I brought you here?”
    “No!” I cried. His fingers gripped my shoulders, and I cringed under his hold. “Tommy, no! I just—”
    “Do you want to fuck him or do you want to fuck me?”
    Tommy stared at me, his face inches from mine. My mind went blank. I didn’t want to fuck anyone. I didn’t want anything to do with this. My body still ached with the desire and adrenaline of the crowd, though, and I clenched my teeth together, unsure how to respond.
    “This was a mistake,” Tommy said. He let go of my shoulder and stepped back.
    “Yes,” I said, getting my voice back. “Yes, it was.”
    “I should have known someone like you couldn’t handle all this.”
    “Maybe you should have warned me,” I said. Now that he