Alpha Feud BBW Paranormal Shifter Romance Series - Books 1 to 5

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Melissa and Naomi were scanning the book about the werewolf culture and the different roles that had been put into place to keep things under control. One of the key roles was a Peacekeeper.

“When I was little, I used to hear Grandpa talk about being a Peacekeeper all the time, but I always assumed he meant his time as a police officer,” Melissa said to Naomi as they flipped through pages.

“A lot of this is making more sense as I read it. Your grandfather always talked about this kind of stuff, but I never understood. He died well before he could teach me or tell me more about it,” Naomi said.

The job of the Peacekeeper was to keep all wars, squabbles and misunderstandings under control. One way they did that was to enter the mind of the werewolves and keep their rage calm. They policed them and kept them from harm and trouble. They were telepaths and empaths and were able to hear the werewolves’ thoughts like whispers in the winds. It was also how the pack members communicated, in a ‘wolf-speak’ sort of way. When they were in werewolf form, they still needed to communicate, so they did it via a mind link that all werewolves and their Peacekeepers had together.

A lightbulb went on in Melissa’s head. “So Grandpa was a Peacekeeper, his dad was a Peacekeeper and so on and so forth up the line, but it seemed that it died out and you may have been the last one.” Melissa turned the book toward her to scan the pages.

Naomi nodded her agreement. “I wonder if it was passed on to you as well, since I had you before that fateful night. I wonder if it just got flicked off because of the guilt and horror I felt for being a part of that moment in time.”

“You might be on to something there, Mom... you might just be on to something.” Melissa gave that some thought and then nodded. Melissa thought of the trance her mom had gone into, the warnings she had given about Theo.

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Just entering into Birkbridge, Theo had gotten a call from one of his tribe members. Someone else had been killed, the body dragged to the mine and left to be found. His third-in-command was sure the murder had not been committed by one of their tribe. All their people knew the litany and wouldn’t break the laws, especially on their own grounds.

Theo set the phone down and cursed loudly. If Andrew heard about this, the tension-filled truce would be over before it even began. He called Hayden and told him the news as the three cars split off to head in different directions.

As his second-in-command, Hayden was also the tribe enforcer. With the Peacekeeper, which they did not have, they would maintain the truce and keep the tribe under control, but someone was going rogue and it was seriously messing things up in a big way.

He growled under his breath and pushed his car faster, over the speed limit to try and make it to the mine before too much damage was done.

Theo had told Hayden to meet Eliza at the scene. Theo assumed that Jim would be sending Eliza to cover the story.

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Eliza stood in front of the camera, looking properly saddened by the news she was about to report. She waited for her cue until the newscaster in the station suggested they check in with their live reporter.

“Thanks, I am here at the Birkbridge Mines, where another attack victim was found. It is not clear if the attack took place here, or if the mine worker stumbled his way back and perished where he was found.”

Eliza stepped out of the way so Oliver could get a shot of the activity going on behind her. Police cars, an ambulance and a couple of fire trucks were creating a perimeter, keeping the reporters back from the scene.

“As you can see, this incident is still being investigated, but we will keep the public informed as we learn more. Back to you guys, in the station.”

As soon as Eliza was done, she went back to the van and grabbed her cell phone, calling Hayden. She looked up when she heard a phone ringing nearby. She saw him come around the corner of the van and ended her call.

“Hayden, I’m glad you’re here. I was just trying to call you.”

Hayden nodded and put his phone back in his pocket. “Glad to see you. How is everything?” He walked over to her and leaned in to give her a little peck on the cheek. He leaned back and crinkled his nose. “Why do you smell like...?” He paused to try and think what the smell was. Whatever it was, it was covering her normal scent very well.

“Hand sanitizer,” Eliza answered for him. “Naomi and some crazy notion she had. She said she heard some voices saying they were coming for us and she tried to hide us with sanitizer. We didn’t know if it was you and Theo she heard or if it was wolves from the other pack.” Eliza winced at her own smell. “I didn’t get a chance to shower when we got home. I was called right to the scene. I only managed to dry shampoo my hair and put it up so that it looks presentable and change my clothes in the van. Naomi covered us head to toe in the goop.”

“Well, it worked,” Hayden replied. “I only knew you were here because Theo called and said there was another attack and he figured you’d be out here covering the story.”

This all seemed like a perfectly normal conversation to the two of them. Oliver had other thoughts and just shook his head as he left the two alone. They watched him go and each smiled a bit at his departure and went back to chatting together. It wasn’t long before Theo arrived to talk to his brother. They started to walk away to talk about the implications of this being pinned on their family by the hunters. However, it was too late for that.

Andrew arrived on the scene, and Eliza had never seen him so angry before. “Hayden, Theo, this is the last straw! That truce we had is over!” Andrew screamed.

Eliza flinched at his raw anger. Truth be told, it scared her. This was not her sweet-natured boyfriend, not the man she’d loved. Andrew stalked toward the brothers.

“Andrew, wait...” Eliza pleaded with him. “Stop and think about this for a moment. This attack wasn’t them! Why would they kill one of their own people and drop them in front of the mine!” Eliza scrambled to get between Andrew and the brothers. She hoped there was something of the Andrew she knew inside this angry version. She hoped he would listen to reason and understand this had nothing to do with them.

“She’s right, Andrew,” Theo said in a soft tone. “I was just coming to talk to Hayden; whoever did this is not a part of my family or pack. I have gotten word from some members of my pack that there are others in the area, and they are looking for a fight. That’s why Hayden followed Eliza to the city.”

Andrew did not believe a word of it, his anger blinding him. He continued to stalk toward the brothers, intent on doing some harm.

“Andrew,” someone shouted from a distance, and came running up to him. Eliza looked past Theo, who had moved to stand in front of her, and recognized Andrew’s father. “Andrew, hold on... unfortunately the mutt is right.” Andrew’s dad sneered at Theo and gripped Andrew’s arm. “It wasn’t this pack; all the pack members are accounted for with solid alibis, and there has been another attack on a jogger.”

“This isn’t over. Find the others and get control of them or I will,” Andrew threatened and followed his father.

Eliza was shocked, not only because of Andrew’s new attitude, but also the fact he’d completely ignored her. She looked up to Hayden, tears in her eyes. She was confused about what was happening to Andrew, but part of her knew it had to do with the pack’s appearance in town. She knew for sure now that the Andrew she loved was far gone.

Hayden looked down at her and immediately folded her into his arms and held her tightly. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up...”

“No, I can’t,” Eliza protested softly. “If there was a jogger found, I have to go to the scene so I can report it.” She heard some chatter in her earpiece and pulled away from Hayden. She checked the mirror to make sure her eyes weren’t too puffy.

Oliver signaled to her and she stepped around to the front of the van. “That’s correct, I have breaking news, and I have just learned that there has been a second victim. It seems a jogger at the park has been discovered. We don’t have any details, but will keep you up to date as they come in.”

Oliver lowered his camera and went to the van to pack up.

“How much time do we have?” she asked him.

“About an hour, maybe a little more,” he answered.

Eliza nodded. “All right, let’s go get cleaned up.” Putting her own equipment away, she nodded to Hayden.

Hayden and Eliza walked back to his cabin in silence. Eliza thought about her future with Andrew. She had already been feeling some guilt over her tryst with Hayden, but it seemed that Andrew had changed drastically in the last few days and was no longer the person she cared for or loved. He also didn’t seem to care that much for her at the moment, completely ignoring her or pushing her aside for his own agenda.

Hayden, on the other hand, was right there, even though his duty was to his pack. He seemed to be able to handle both with grace and kindness.

Hayden was quiet because he could see that Eliza was deep in thought. As they walked to the cabin, he put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him gently. She didn’t resist and instead she leaned into him. Despite the tragedy that was swirling around them, he felt happy in keeping her safe.

When they reached the cabin, Hayden let them in, opening the door for Eliza. There wasn’t much time, so he went into the bathroom and started the shower for her, letting the water warm up as he found a new bar of soap and shampoo. He also found a fluffy towel and a washcloth for her. Those items he set on the counter and checked the water.

“Okay, it’s warm now,” he called to Eliza and left the bathroom.

“Thank you, Hayden, for everything,” she said, smiling as she went past him.

Hayden couldn’t help it. He reached for her arm as she turned away and pulled her to him. He engulfed her in his arms and bent over her. He pressed his lips against hers, his lips urging her into the kiss, his tongue probing for entry between hers.

When he felt her body relax into his, he knew he had her, knew she would once again be his to delight. Her mouth opened to him and he thrust his tongue into hers and kissed her with as much heat as a thousand suns. He could feel the hardening in his groin, the pressure it placed against the front of his jeans. His hand lowered, sliding lower and lower until it encircled the small of her back. She made the smallest of moans into his mouth and that only heightened his fever. His hand tightened, pulling her more fully against him. He pushed his hips into her and made sure she could feel his desire for her.

His knee parted hers, and he slipped a leg between them. Her hips responded to his as she pressed into him. She moaned into the kiss again, her hands looking for purchase around the back of his neck. He groaned in response, his other hand lowering further still and gripping her rear. He pushed against her harder, grinding his hips into her, the pressure on his hardened shaft almost unbearable. He lifted the curvy gorgeous woman in his arms with ease and took her to the bathroom.

There he released her and undressed her. He started with her shirt, gripping the bottom hem. He grazed his fingertips over her skin. She broke the kiss to shudder out a breath, and he took that opportunity to pull the shirt over her head. As soon as it was gone, he lowered his head and kissed every square inch of her shoulders, her throat, and the upper part of her chest. He nibbled and teased as he went further down her chest, kissing and caressing the upper parts of her breasts with his tongue.

She groaned out in pleasure and soon busied her hands with undoing his belt buckle. Her savvy fingers undid the button and zipper, releasing the built-up pressure. His manhood nearly leapt free, but was still trapped behind the fabric of his underwear. She hooked her fingers into the hem of his pants and boxers and pulled. In one swift movement, his member came free and he groaned in pure delight as her fingers brushed against it.

He bit down a bit harder on the top of her breast, and gave a sound of pleasure. He pulled the cups of her b*a down and freed her breasts. His lips found the perky buds of her n*****s immediately. He sucked and teased at them, gently nibbling and swirling his tongue over them.

She moaned. He kicked off his shoes in a clumsy manner and backed her against a wall so he had more balance. He shimmied out of his jeans. n***d from the waist down, he urged her on and turned to the other breast with his mouth. His free hand moved up and took the other in his palm, his fingers twisting the other moist n****e between his fingers.

She cried out again and soon her hand found his throbbing shaft, the tip already moist. She shuddered under him and her hand jerked upward, giving him a thrill that made him weak.

“Oh God...” he said against her breast. He worked at undoing the button of her jeans and jerking the zipper down. She pushed her hips forward as he eased that hand between her jeans and panties. She gasped when he barely touched her swollen lower lips. He grazed his fingertips across them and felt her wetness. He pulled his hands and mouth free from her and leaned back. Her eyes were closed, and her head was back against the wall as she shivered with the feelings coursing through her.

He growled his delight and used both hands to shove her jeans and panties down. She cried out again as he touched her with a single finger, pressing it against the wet opening. She thrust her hips forward, begging him to touch her, to feel her, to push into her. Her hand tightened on the rock hard shaft in her hands, and she slipped it upward, squeezing and down. He shuddered with the feeling and pressed his thumb against her swollen c**t. She cried out again and he twisted his thumb against it, his finger drifting a bit further, barely opening the lips of her dripping honeypot.

“Hayden...” she said, pleading with him.

He smiled and lowered his head to kiss her belly, her hips, bending lower to kiss the side of her pelvis, which drove her hips into a grinding circle against his probing finger. He moved his hand from that warm place and used both hands on her butt to pick her up. Her hand fell away from him, and he grunted with displeasure, but he pulled her tight against him and her legs went around his waist.

He let her do that, let her feel the tip of him press against her c**t, press against the wet folds. He wasn’t ready to enter her yet, wasn’t ready to sink himself into that hot little spot, not yet. She begged and pleaded with him, wiggled her hips and squirmed to try and lower herself on to him. He shook his head and took her into the shower.

There, he placed her on the built-in ledge seat, which was at a decent height, enough that he could easily do what he wanted to do. He turned the showerhead so it was aimed directly between her legs. When the pulses of water hit her, she cried out. He grinned and lowered to his knees, his head blocking the pulses of water for a moment. He slipped his hands between her knees and she let them fall open.

First, he pressed his thumb back against her c**t. He then pressed two fingers against the wet slit and twirled them lightly, just at the opening. He could feel how wet she was, could feel how tight she was. He shuddered at the thought. He let the water hit her a bit more and watched as she squirmed and moaned.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He lowered his head and opened his mouth and took her into it, sucking the lips into his mouth, teasing and tasting her pleasure. He probed gently at first, tasting the wetness just between her lower lips, tasting it on her c**t, savoring it on his tongue.

Her hands had found a grip in his hair, and she pressed his head into her. He resisted for a moment longer before he plunged his tongue deep into her, thrusting it into the slit, into the wetness and sweetness that dripped onto his tongue. He growled against her, vibrating her c**t with the sound and she bucked against his head. He nibbled a bit and groaned in delight as her body responded and released more of the sweet nectar over his lips. She screamed out and arched her back, shoving her s*x into his face. He retaliated by shoving his face into her, l*****g, thrusting, teasing all the juice from her as she grew wetter and hotter with every flick of his tongue.

She groaned and pulsed around him, her knees tightening and releasing. She cried out to him in desperation, gripped his hair, called his name and he kept right on enjoying the feast she was giving him. He enjoyed every bit of it. She twisted and turned and warned him she was ready to burst. He only upped his movements, thrust harder, deeper and flicked his tongue along the depths of her flower, sucking and nibbling her to an o****m.

She screamed and arched her back, her butt lifting off the seat, her hips pushing, thrusting into him as wave after wave of delight passed through her. He sucked down the sweet nectar as her body fed it to him, his lips sticky with it as he licked her clean. Her c**t throbbed and he continued to flick his tongue over it, causing little hiccups in her body as she sputtered little sounds.

He wasn’t done with her though. He stood and picked her up, pushing her back against the wall. With one thrust, he entered her. She wrapped her legs around him, and he growled at her. He moaned and thrust her down against him. She wiggled her hips and ground against him, releasing her own inner animal and riding him for all she was worth.

It wasn’t very long before his rod swelled and throbbed inside of her. He could barely contain himself, and he looked at her and saw the fire, the passion and the desire burning in her eyes. She was grinding and thrusting her hips into him, the shower beating against his back. He cried out her name, shuddering. He pulled her head forward, pressed his lips into hers and kissed her with everything he had. He shoved his shaft into her, burying it between her lower lips and came.

Orgasm shook his world, and he held onto her as tight as he could without hurting her. He growled rougher into the kiss and she answered him. Their bodies twisted against each other before relaxing in an intimate embrace.