Chapter 1
EARLY ACCESS TO NEW CHAPTERS ON MY WEREWOLF & VAMPIRE TIER.
Handsome Scottish Billionaire Greyson Lock hunted the girl through the forest. She’d had a head start but his prowess and speed as an alpha dictated that he would catch up with her quickly even without transforming into his true werewolf form. Still, he was enjoying the thrill of the chase and he was in no hurry to catch her. He’d separated her from the pack and besides she was hampered by her wedding dress and it was only sporting to give her a chance to escape. It would make his victory as a hunter all the more enjoyable.
For a moment he paused and watched her with a grin as she did her best to lift her wedding gown and run through the leaves falling around her. She struck a helpless pathetic figure. He laughed as she stumbled and then frowned. This wasn’t like him. When had he turned so cruel? When had he realised he was the true alpha and not his lying cheating brother and that was trying to take his rightful destined mate, Ava Hall for himself. He wondered if the war with his brother would ever end.
Perhaps, he should ask the leader of their clan Marcus Duart to assist in settling the argument. His brother Michael had attempted to remove him as head of the company, steal his wealth and now was taking his mate, all because he had discovered Greyson’s true heritage as a werewolf.
Beginning the change into his true identity had made Greyson unstable, erratic, even cruel. It was difficult to control himself these days and he wondered what he would do next. He had made safeguards to protect his wealth and the company but Michael still tried to find ways to steal it, holding his secret to ransom. Now he was taking his mate to make him hand over everything.
Growling with fierce anger, unable to help his temper, Greyson continued his pursuit determined to catch Ava before she got any deeper into the forest. He knew now that there were vampires and vampire/werewolf hybrids hiding out in the forest. He did not want them taking her as a feast or in pleasure. She must be protected at all costs.
He brought her down on to the leaf covered floor the forest away from the Brazen Loch in the twilight. He lay over her looking down at her with a possessive dark look. He bared his teeth and she screamed. He wasn’t in his full transformation but he could feel its coming close. He would have to fight to keep control.
“Greyson, why are you doing this? Let me go,” she was frantic. “What’s happened to you?”
He didn’t answer her. He pulled her up and over his shoulder carrying her through the forest before running at speed towards the loch again. He brought her to rest outside a cave by the water’s edge.
When he set her down on her feet on the ground, she wasted no time in slapping the side of his face hard. He felt his eyes narrow to a sharp point. He felt his need for her build. He wanted to brand her as his own with one bite.
“Let me go, Greyson. What the hell has happened to you?”
He took a step towards her. She back away inducing him to grab her wrist and bring her back to him. She gave a cry and clawed at his hand with her free hand.
“Let me go.”
He forced her feet to drag through the leaves as he brought her closer.
“Don’t ever do that to me again or you will be sorry,” he warned.
“I’m not afraid of you. I never have been and I never will be. So you can cut that routine out now. I don’t respond to threats.”
Still, he could see her visibly shake as he pulled her even closer. His mind was screaming at him to cut it out, calm down. But he was no longer in charge. The wolf inside him was calling all of the shots.
His hands slid down the back of the tight white bodice of her wedding dress. She was pressed so close to him he could feel her large restrained breasts heaving with her agitated breath, pushing against his custom made suit jacket. The urge to free them, hold them, squeeze and test their weight in his large male palms was unbearable.
A true alpha would just take her. But he wasn’t a barbarian. With gritted teeth his human side fought to control the wolf within him. To make her afraid or brutalise her was not what he sought. He would rather die than hurt her but he had to make her see she belonged to him and now she owed him her respect as he would her in time when she learned to accept her fate.
Greyson wanted her out of that dress and entwined with his tall lean athletic body. He needed to be inside her, branding her with his bite and claiming her with his seed, forcing her to conceive his child. But he he had to wait. The ritual of their people demanded it and he had to guide her into accepting he ruled her as the pack alpha. With all of his strength he leashed the wolf.
Looking down at his hands he could see his nails had lengthened already in unison with his teeth. Yet there were no other changes. If he had transformed into his Lycan or as his kind now called themselves, werewolf being he would have terrified her. One day he would be in full control but until then it would be a struggle and a balance had to be sought between the human side of him and the wolf inside.
For now he would simply discipline her. He dropped his hands from her waist where they had rested and swept them over her buttocks moulded in the bridal dress. She gave a small whimper, stopped her struggling and froze.
Using his strength and long sharp nails, he tore the fabric of the beautiful chaste white lace dress from her pert buttocks. Ignoring her protests, he looked down at over her shoulder at the skimpy white satin panties barely covering her flesh.
He had created a perfect hole around her bottom whilst keeping the rest of the dress intact. Her hands suddenly rested on his arms, her fingers twisting in the wool material of his black suit.
“What are you doing?” she breathed. Her voice was a small whisper.
Somewhere a crow cried out and flapped its wings in the mist.
His lips were so close to hers. He paused for a moment listening to the water lap against the shore. The air was full of expectancy. This was were it started, where his new life began and she had to be part of it.
Greyson smoothed his hands down over her panties and squeezed each fleshy globe hard. Ava gave another whimper.
He made sure his voice was dark, velvet, seductive and vibrated close to her ear.
“You need to learn who you belong to and show me some respect. You belong to me now. I am your true mate and alpha. You will obey me without question. I will never let you escape me.”
He heard her gasp but she did not say a word in retort. He gave a small triumphant laugh as he scraped his lengthened nails over her panties.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she said in a firm voice trying to sound brave.
“I have no intention of ever hurting you. But as the alpha of my pack within the clan, I expect you to behave as my mate and know your place.”
" Greyson, what are you talking about? I am not marrying you. I am marrying your brother . . .”
“Enough,” he shouted frustrated with a roar that echoed around the forest disturbing the wildlife.
He felt her shake in his grasp. He didn’t care. She had to understand. He would make her.
Roughly, he pulled her panties apart and tore the material out from under her bare her bottom to the air and his gaze.
“Greyson . . .”
He gave the flesh of her bottom a tight unforgiving squeeze and roared again. Just to make contact with her flesh was nearly unbearable. He felt himself harden painfully.
Wasting no more time, he pulled her up over his shoulder and carried her into the cave. One of his pack already had a fire going. The minute he entered the cave carrying his struggling captive, the man stood, nodded and left for the outside.
Sitting down on a rock within the cave, he pulled Ava down from his shoulder until she lay over his knee kicking and squealing, demanding her freedom.
Ripping more of the material of the dress away, he prepared to spank her bare bottom. She was trying to raise her body and escape him and at the same time still clutching at her bridal headdress. It made him want to laugh. The traditional marriage ceremony of his werewolf clan demanded the female to be mated to the pack Alpha wolf was to be naked for her branding. Perhaps he would force her to adhere to tradiation at their joining in front of the clan leader Marcus Duart and the other male alphas.
Ava certainly had the type of body that would engender a lot of envy as his mate and the male guests would enjoy viewing her so intimately. It would be a demonstration of his prowess. Yet something told him he wouldn’t want his beautiful mate being paraded so vulnerably just to satisfy his ego. Thankfully, there was a little of the human left in him after all. He might yet be saved. `No one would be allowed to see his precious mate. Protecting her as his own was everything. There would be too many alphas ready to take her from him.
Holding her still over his knees with his hand pressed down on the middle of her back, he raised his other and quickly lowered it to slap the seat of her juicy pale butt hard.
Almost immediately, it flushed a hot pink. Ava’s howl of pain and surprise was deeply satisfying. As he continued to soundly spank her into submission, he had a feeling it would be the first of many he would have to give his mate to keep her obedient as she cursed and threatened him. He looked forward to everyone.
