The Alpha’s Daughter (The Alpha Shifter Collection #20) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The Alpha Shifter Collection Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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“Rose, I do not need to know this.”

“Come on, Dad, you think we don’t know you and Mom do it every chance you get? It’s gross, and you’re not quiet about it.” Rose rolled her eyes. “Your daughters and your sons are of age, and do not even get me started and tell me it’s different for boys. It’s not different. We all want to enjoy sex.”

“We’re getting off track,” Patricia said. “Moving on, Rose.”

Again, her sister did a nice, long eye roll at their dad, but then turned back to her. “You can’t deny that a part of you isn’t curious about what this could mean. Yes, he’s a scary alpha. Yes, the safety of the pack is kind of riding on this working, but forget all of that and just focus on the two of you. That is all you need to do.”

Karina wanted to argue, but she was out of logical thought.

“Date. Enjoy him. Kiss. Maybe make out and feel what that’s like, you know? Enjoy each other. Give yourself a chance to just relax with him. Get to know him. Ask him questions. You know, do all the date stuff that I know you love watching on your silly, mushy romance movies. How does that sound?”

She smiled. “That actually sounds … amazing.” She turned to look at her parents. “That’s fine, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” William said. “But only if you want to. I don’t want to force you.”

There was a knock on the door and Karina glanced over to it. Her mother had already gotten her dressed. Clothes had been waiting for her to change into. When it came to her mother, she knew not to argue, so she’d changed. She didn’t own any jeans or trousers, or pants of any kind. Even when she was little, she had hated wearing them, and she only ever wore skirts or dresses.

Clenching her hands open and closed, she smiled at them, then stepped away, and made her way to the main door. Her stomach was in knots, but she reached out and twisted the doorknob. There was Rage on the other side. He wore a pair of jeans and a checkered shirt that kind of reminded her of a lumberjack.

“Hey,” she said.

There was no denying he looked good. Real good. Kind of like one of those rugged heroes in the romances she loved to watch.

“Hey,” he said.

She took a deep breath and slowly released it. “Are you, er, are you ready to go?” The last thing she wanted to do was linger with her parents and run the risk of them embarrassing her. They had a history of doing exactly that, and she wanted to run a bit of interference before that happened.

“Yes.” He glanced behind her. “William.”

“Get her back before midnight,” William said.

Rose gave her thumbs-up, but the truth was, she wanted to kill her sister for sounding so reasonable and right. She took a deep breath, and then expelled it, slowly moving out the door.

Rage put his hand at the base of her back, and she did feel something. It wasn’t scary or alarming, but it felt nice, which was strange. She went with it, following him out the door. She heard it close behind her and knew there was no turning back.

He didn’t remove his hand, and she didn’t see any car or bike, so they walked down the main street, heading toward the town square. It was strange to her that less than a few days ago, she’d been walking to the town square, oblivious of what was about to happen. Nothing could have prepared her for what was to come.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Rage said.

“I’m not nervous. Well, maybe a little, I guess. I just … I feel guilty.” There, she blurted it out. She’d not been honest with her parents or sister, she might as well be honest with him.

“Guilty? Why do you feel guilty?”

Rage stopped as Karina did. They were not quite toward the town square, but he knew the packs were mingling, getting accustomed to each other. He’d told his own members to get used to being around the Westblood pack. He wasn’t going to leave without his mate.

Karina looked stunning. The dress she wore was amazing as it melded to her curves in all the right places, cinching in at the waist, flaring out across her hips. The main dress seemed to help emphasize those glorious full ripe tits that made him want to strip her naked and spend a considerable time exploring. He didn’t do anything.

“You feel this,” Karina said. “I … don’t. I don’t feel this compulsion to be around you, and I hate it.” She wouldn’t quite meet his gaze.

Rage loved any excuse he could find to touch her, so he placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head back, forcing her to look at him. Those blue eyes, not quite as dark as his, were striking.



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