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

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Eliza gulped. Melissa’s mother had supernatural abilities? What did this mean for Melissa? And for that matter, what did that mean for Eliza? After all, she was related to Naomi as well.

“What happened to her?” Eliza forced herself to ask.

“Well, after the werewolves saw the armed brigade, they turned. Which means, they took on their animal form. After a short stand-off, they charged, and Naomi realized that the hunters weren’t firing their weapons. So, she had to act quickly, and she ended up accessing powers that she didn’t even know she possessed. She was able to get into the minds of my parents and set them up against one another. Under the trance she had imposed, they fought each other to death.”

Eliza nodded gravely. Andrew’s great grandfather had been a master of trickery, and he had played with many lives to achieve his own goals. She didn’t quite understand the laws of their family feud, nor could she comprehend the consequences that werewolves and hunters faced for killing their enemies. She now began to understand why Andrew didn’t spend much time with his family, and why he had chosen to work in the marketing department rather than the factory. His parents must’ve told him about the family secret, which Andrew then immediately rejected. Andrew was too kind hearted to participate in a feud with supernatural beings. Deep down, she knew that Hayden was different.

“Did you kill Freddie?” she asked.

Hayden nodded. “I wasn’t going to at first, but I learned some things about him when I paid him a visit. I found some... evidence in his house.”

“What did you find?”

“Let’s just say that you’re not the first person this man tried to assault,” Hayden replied, his gaze fading into the darkness.

Eliza trusted his judgment; Hayden did not have the look of a s******c killer. It was strange to her that Andrew’s family took it upon themselves to ‘protect’ the town from werewolves. From her perspective, it seemed that the werewolves had been more kind-hearted to the people of their town than the hunters. After all, she knew firsthand how Melissa’s mother had suffered for over twenty years, and now Eliza understood why. She had been tricked into using her supernatural powers to kill two strangers, and was thereafter forced to live with the consequences.

“What about now? If the hunters find out that you’ve killed, will this spark a feud?”

“I’m not sure. Freddie wasn’t a member of their family, so there won’t be any revenge killings. However, if their elders decide that the murder is emblematic of some ‘danger’ to the town, they might decide to act. I know that their numbers have grown; they’ve been recruiting as rapidly as the mines to match our numbers. They might not be planning an attack, but they’re definitely preparing for one.”

Eliza stepped closer to Hayden, aware that he was dressed only in a towel. She desperately wished that she could read through his impenetrable gaze. This man had come to her rescue when she was in need, and Eliza wished that she could help to keep him out of danger.

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked him softly. “I can speak to Andrew. He doesn’t speak to his family much and I know he’s not a hunter; he doesn’t even own a g*n, but still, maybe there’s someone he could talk to. Or I could visit his parents to possibly see if there’s anything going on.”

Hayden nudged closer to her, his face almost touching hers. Eliza looked up at him, desperately searching for answers in his eyes.

“You don’t have to do anything, Eliza. I don’t know if I’d be able to forgive myself if you suffered as a consequence of helping me.”

Eliza felt a little stung. It made her feel good that Hayden was so protective over her, but it also made her want to scream. Her entire life, she had been waiting for an opportunity to prove that she could deal with immediate danger. She had spent many hours of her childhood watching her father’s broadcasts from Afghanistan, and she had always known that she would be doing something similar with her life. It’s not that she wanted to risk her life, but she wanted to do something meaningful with it. She wished she could use the strength that she knew she possessed in order to aid other people. And now, here she was, working as a reporter in a town where hardly anything happened, and feeling as if she was the one getting rescued all the time. I’m no damsel in distress.

“I would really like to help you,” she said, leveling her voice and letting it become stern and calm.

Hayden regarded her, his eyes flitting all over her. It appeared that, for once, he was struggling to read her as well. Nevertheless, he kept his cool. Hayden wasn’t ready to give up so easily.

“And how would you suggest helping a highly dangerous pack of werewolves?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow. He was challenging her, playing games in order to make her step down. But Eliza was also not a quitter.

“I’m stronger than you think,” she said, her voice unfaltering.

“I think I may have underestimated you,” Hayden responded.

Eliza didn’t say anything, but continued to stare back; shoulders back, neck outstretched. She felt pretty menacing, confident enough to stand up to a werewolf. Werewolf or not, this man had saved her, and she wasn’t going to let him pay the price for it.

Hayden’s eyes softened and Eliza could see him shed his mask of nonchalance. “Having said that,” he continued, “I think you underestimate me in some ways. By that, I mean, I think that you underestimate the things I say. But I meant every word, Eliza. When I said that I don’t know what I’d do if something bad happened to you, I meant every word.” His eyes darkened again, and his voice turned to ice. “I mean that I won’t be able to control myself if somebody hurt you. I would hurt them... no, I would kill them. And perhaps there would be others who I’d hurt and possibly kill in the process. I don’t want to go into any details about how our kind ‘turn’, but it might be necessary for you to understand. When we turn, our rage becomes us. This is why my parents couldn’t control themselves when Naomi possessed their minds. Once she flipped the switch, all they could feel was rage. And that could happen to me, if something triggered the switch.”

“I understand,” Eliza told him. She didn’t feel the need to explain herself; he would have to trust her judgment.

“You’re not scared?” he challenged.

“I told you, I’m not scared of you.” Her voice was calm, almost light. She felt at ease with the man standing in front of her, no matter what kind of darkness lurked inside him.

“Oh yeah?”

Eliza nodded at him, refusing to budge. They were still barely an inch away from one another.

“Would you be scared if I did this?” Hayden’s voice still had a tinge of darkness in it, and Eliza’s heart almost skipped a beat.

He reached his hand out slowly, cupping her chin and pulling her face toward him. His touch was incredibly gentle and soft; Eliza felt like she was a porcelain doll that he was scared of breaking.

Hayden pulled her mouth close to his, and suddenly, he wasn’t holding back anymore. As soon as their lips touched, Hayden’s desire unfolded like an uncontrollable force. He felt soft at first, but as soon as Eliza surrendered her lips to his, the kiss became almost savage. Hayden pulled away, his eyes ablaze with passion, and he began to kiss her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. Before she knew it, Eliza was lying on the bed, Hayden’s strong arms holding her down by the wrists. He looked almost possessed by his desire, but Eliza wasn’t frightened; the bulge beneath his towel brushed up against her thigh. At the same time, she felt at the mercy of his strength, but she also felt protected by it. She recalled the night that he came back to the hotel after fighting for her honor; he had looked and sounded like a warrior, but when he sat down on the bed with her and stroked her hair, his touch had been ever so soft.

Eliza’s legs began to lightly shake as Hayden kissed her. He hovered over her body, his broad shoulders accentuating his aggressive frame. He looked like a fighter who had returned to his woman after battle and was claiming his long-awaited prize. Of course, Eliza was too tough to think of herself as a prize to be won, but with Hayden, it was different. She felt like he deserved her, just as she deserved him. In Hayden, she had finally met her match.

His body glided over hers as he explored her with his mouth. He worked his way down, and then back up again, concentrating on her breasts and her neck. Hayden pulled back, looking at Eliza with blazing eyes. “Still not scared?”

“With you, I’m not scared of anything.” As she said this, Eliza hooked her right leg around Hayden’s torso and twisted her body around his. Within a split second, she was straddling him. She wrapped her legs around him and let her hands wander over his bare chest and his firm, lean torso.

Hayden’s expression was a mix of admiration and craving desire. The sudden swap of control made him want her even more, but she was tempted to tease him. She kissed his neck and chest as Hayden’s hands caressed her waist and her ample behind. “You really do have curves in all the right places,” he breathed lustily. Eliza could tell that he craved more, but she wasn’t ready to give it to him just yet. She hooked her hand over his towel and worked it loose.

She unbuttoned her own shirt and removed it over her head, throwing it down onto the floor. She met Hayden’s smiling eyes and giggled. Laughing felt liberating; she felt carefree and completely at ease. The possibilities seemed endless and the anticipation made things all the more exciting. Slowly, she slid her fingers down his taut abs. It was as if his whole body was an upside down triangle, starting at his broad shoulders and pointing down toward his groin.

She grabbed a corner of his towel and tugged. As she freed his manhood, she shifted her body back onto the bed, leaning forward slightly. While Eliza tossed the towel aside, she snuck a peek at his face. Contrastingly to his usually calm exterior, he now seemed like a bundle of frustration and anticipation. The waiting was driving him crazy, and Eliza fully enjoyed the feeling of power that this gave her.

Eliza smiled at Hayden cheekily and lowered her body even further down. Slowly, she took him in her mouth, exploring his entire length with her tongue. She looked up and saw him close his eyes with pleasure, and she increased the pace. His hands came down to touch her long, flowing hair and she could feel his grip tighten as the pleasure increased.

She came back up and teased him a little, nibbling at the lower regions of his abdomen. She removed her black pants and underwear, and swiftly climbed on top of Hayden’s body, her legs wrapping around him. They were both breathing quickly as the intensity escalated, and Eliza was acting with fast, unthinking impulsivity.

Eliza decided to keep her lacy, black b*a on to support her D-cups as she swayed on top of Hayden’s body. She arched her body back as she grinded on top of him, feeling every inch of his length hitting the sensitive area inside of her. Hayden’s hands came out to pull her closer to him, and she leaned her body to meet his. She kept riding him while he kissed her lips passionately, their mouths expressing the escalating pleasure and the desire to c****x.

With her body close to his, she could feel the friction begin to increase on her c******s, which made Eliza move faster. Hayden worked his hips up to meet her movement, increasing the pleasure even more. Meanwhile, Hayden had managed to move the b*a cups to the side, allowing him to cup her breasts with his hands. He squeezed at her n*****s gently, the delicious pain of which made her want to ride him even faster. Hayden’s eyes were opening and closing as he strained to delay the c****x. She continued to grind her hips faster and faster, and she could feel him get even harder inside of her as he got ready to explode. Suddenly, Eliza lost all sense of her surroundings; the pleasure escalated into a completely new dimension. The delicious sensation spread all over her body as her pulse rose and her muscles contracted.

Hayden’s release matched hers, and their bodies tensed up with intense pleasure before coming back to reality. They lay in bed for a while and Hayden buried his face into Eliza’s hair. She gripped his hand tightly when her legs tensed up with little aftershocks. He hugged her close to him, allowing his right hand to glide over her body soothingly.

Eliza didn’t feel herself falling asleep, but she woke up in half an hour from the sound of a running shower. She peeled the covers off and reached for her phone, noticing yet another missed phone call from her father. She heard the shower water stop and Hayden emerged, his body looking hard and smooth at the same time. Eliza reached up to touch him, just to prove to herself that he was real.

And this was when they heard the first gunshot.