Wild Read online D.D. Prince (Savage Alpha Shifters #1)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Savage Alpha Shifters Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
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I am not down for it. None of it. I’m about to find my way out of here. I’m just thinking it over carefully because the guy who wants me for himself? I have a sinking sick feeling that he might be the sort to try to stop me from leaving.

Don’t think I’m a jerk for leaving Megan in a cabin with five men. I tried to talk her out of it. I’d pulled her aside three separate times and she gave me the brush-off each time about my concerns. The third time… before she went to the bedroom with two of them? She was adamant that we were staying.

“What are you gonna do, have a threesome?” I rolled my eyes, totally not serious, but she smiled like a cat that got the cream.

She was having a threesome. With two strangers we met an hour ago!

“I’m not doing anything with any of those guys,” I insisted, keeping my voice low.

“So, don’t. That doesn’t mean I’m not gonna. This is a bucket list item for me, baby. See you in a few hours, or … at work Monday if you decide you have to leave.” She shrugged and turned to go.

“What happened to never leaving a sister behind?”

“You wanna join in?” Her eyebrows rose.

“No. I mean leaving me out here with three men. This whole thing is ridiculous. We don’t know these guys. We need to go.”

I followed her to the counter where she mixed another alcoholic beverage with a heavy hand. “I’m not going. Feel free to leave this sister behind.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” I warned on a whisper.

“Fine.” She shrugged. “Boz or Josh will run me back tomorrow. Or Sunday.”

She sashayed off, winking at the other guys.

“You’re not thinkin’ of goin’, are ya?” The tall and wide grizzly of a guy asks.

This is the one I think wants me to himself and he is creeping me out to the degree it’s difficult to hide that my skin is crawling.

“Naw, I’m good,” I say and sit with my cup of Sprite. I’ve poured it into a glass with ice to make the contents questionable. It’s straight Sprite that I brought myself. They don’t need to know that.

And I wait exactly seven minutes, dodging dumb questions, encouragement to consume some shots (and a hit off a bong, which I decline) with dark looks from the lone guy, longing looks from another who keeps trying to do some sort of silent communication with his buddy, and that buddy is seeming like he’s more interested in his lack of a cell signal than anything else. He seems more agitated than anything and he’s suddenly of concern to me as much as the lone guy because the way he’s going on about not having a cell signal, he seems capable of snapping and getting violent.

At the seven-minute mark, I jump up and exclaim, “Oh! Speaking of Hentai…” I have no idea what they’re talking about but it’s a segue that should and does buy their attention, particularly the creepy Anime-loving guy, giving me a minute to scram – “Right back, boys. Got something you have gotta see.” I smile brightly as they all look at me with intrigue, even the guy obsessed with his phone.

I don’t even take my jacket, hoping it won’t arouse suspicion that I am most definitely not coming back. I can sacrifice my $29 jean jacket for the occasion. Thankfully, my purse and overnight bag are still in my car, my cell phone in my skirt pocket.

Megan took her stuff right in; I wanted to assess first. And it’s a good thing, too.

I will my body to be casual as I walk out. My knees are jittery and my hands are trembling, but I’m doing my best to not show it because by the look of the one grizzly dude, who is huge and probably three times my weight, he could try and grab me and this will turn icky and maybe even grisly real fast.

I lean into the car casually, without shutting the door because I see that the grizzly one is watching out the window. I rifle through my bag, keeping one eye on him and as soon as I see he’s turned his head, looking like he’s talking to someone, I climb in, shut the door, click all the locks, then reverse the heck out of there!

I reverse down the tricky, long driveway, past the three other parked vehicles and head out onto the main road. The whole proposition is daunting, because on my left there’s a hill going up and, to my right there’s a hill going down.

That cabin is a shack of ill-repute. Five guys and just two girls with a threesome happening just an hour into the night?

Screw you, Megan, for putting me in this position. I hope you don’t have to bang all five of them, unless, you know… it’s what you want. Grr. Bucket list? Bucket is right.


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