Feral Alpha (The Alpha's Obsession)

by Olivia T. Turner

  Feral Alpha

  The Alpha’s Obsession Book Three

  Olivia T. Turner

  Copyright© 2020 by Olivia T. Turner.

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  Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Epilogue

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  Chapter One

  Courtney

  “Can I sit with you?”

  “Gavin,” I say as my five-year-old student stands beside my seat with sad puppy dog eyes. “I told you three times. You’re not allowed getting up when the bus is moving.”

  “But Stacey told me that the cows are going to eat me!”

  “Cows eat grass,” I tell him. His chin starts quivering, so I pull him onto the seat before the waterworks start gushing out.

  “There’s going to be nothing there to eat me?” he asks.

  I try not to laugh. He’s so cute, even though he is a handful. “It’s a ranch, Gavin. Not a zoo. There are only cows, maybe some pigs, chickens, stuff like that.”

  “Oh,” he says as he thinks about it. “That’s not so scary.”

  “Exactly,” I say. “And we’ll see how they grow vegetables too.”

  “My daddy likes growing vegetables in our backyard,” he says. “Does your husband like to grow vegetables?”

  “Oh, I’m not married,” I say with a wince. For some reason, saying that always gives me a stabbing sensation in the heart.

  “Oh,” he says as he looks at me curiously. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

  I swallow hard. “Nope.”

  “Nothing?”

  Geez, will this kid lay off? I would have stuck him in the back of the bus if I knew I was going to be interrogated about my love life, or lack of one.

  “I’m very happy on my own,” I say as I fidget with the zipper on my coat. Yup, coming home to an empty house and sleeping in a big cold bed by myself is just super!

  Veronica’s mom turns around from where she’s eavesdropping in the seat in front of me. “I didn’t know you were single, Courtney.”

  “Yup.”

  “I know a guy that would be perfect for you.”

  “Great,” I say as I force out a smile. I’ve heard that before. All of the guys over the years that have been ‘perfect’ for me have been anything but. Some of them were perfectly nice men, but I don’t know, they were just missing something. There just wasn’t that spark I’ve been waiting for. Maybe that spark is unrealistic. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I just need to settle for whoever comes next…

  “His name is James and he works as a photocopier repairman,” Veronica’s mom goes on as she plays with the tips of her straight black hair. “I could set you two up.”

  “Oh, that’s okay,” I quickly say as my heart starts pounding. “I’m not really interested in dating at the moment.”

  I’m interested in finding the right guy, but I’m not interested in another awkward date.

  “Oh, come on,” she says, not letting me off the hook.

  “Yeah, come on, Miss Gibbs!” Gavin says. Now, he’s really going to get sent to the back.

  Veronica’s mom doesn’t know when to quit. “He loves watching hockey and he was once in the newspaper for winning a hot dog eating competition. Isn’t that funny?”

  I force out a laugh as I glance out the window, hoping to see a ranch pop up at any second.

  “So?” she pushes. “What do you think?”

  “Yeah, Miss Gibbs,” Gavin echoes. “What do you think?”

  “I think we should focus on our field trip to the ranch and not on my love life,” I say in my firm teacher’s tone that conveys that this is not up for discussion.

  Finally, the driver pulls our big yellow bus onto a ranch and we all spill out. It’s the beginning of fall and the air is cool and crisp, just how I like it. I zip up my fall jacket and lead the kids over to where the two ladies are waiting, our feet crunching on the fallen leaves.

  “Hi, Jane and Zoe,” I say as I shake their hands. “Thank you so much for having the kindergarten class for a visit.”

  I met these two at the farmer’s market where they were selling some fresh organic vegetables. We started to chat and they invited my class to come and visit their greenhouse. It’s actually the Bowen family’s ranch, but they’ve been working here for years.

  “Hello, kids!” they say in an upbeat tone. “Welcome to the Bowen ranch!”

  I look around as they start explaining how the ranch works. The place is spectacular. Surrounded by stunning mountains that are colored with the warm hues of fall. There are cattle grazing in the distance, four adorable houses scattered around the property. Three are meticulously taken care of, but one looks almost abandoned with weeds growing all around it and the front porch nearly caving in.

  I’m wondering what the story is with the owner of that house when Jane says we’re going to visit the greenhouse.

  “Just stay with the group,” Zoe says, “and whatever you do, stay away from that forest.”

  She points to the trees on the other side of the valley and I get a shiver when I look at it.

  “Is something going to eat us if we go in there?” Gavin asks.

  Jane and Zoe glance at each other and then laugh nervously. “Just stay with the group and we’ll all have a wonderful afternoon,” Jane says.

  We follow them into the greenhouse and they’re great, letting the kids get their hands dirty with the vegetables and showing them how to plant seeds. It used to be that parents would get upset when their kids came home dirty, but now the parents thank me. With videogames and TV, it’s getting harder and harder to get kids to play outside.

  After about twenty minutes, I do a quick headcount to make sure all my kids are still here. My heart nearly stops when I’m one short.

  I know immediately who it is.

  Gavin.

  He usually comes by my side every five minutes or so to ask outlandish questions, and it’s been strangely quiet.

  My heart starts pounding as I run out of the greenhouse and desperately start looking around. I spot him on the other side of the valley, approaching the forest.

  “Gavin!” I shout, but he’s too far away to hear.

  Oh, come on. I take a deep breath and start sprinting across the valley. The last thing I need is for him to wander into the forest and get covered with poison ivy.

  “Gavin!” I shout as I run. “Get back here!”

  He either doe
sn’t hear me or he’s ignoring me, but he disappears into the trees.

  I arrive at the forest a few minutes later and shiver when I see how dark it is inside. This kid…

  With no other options, I duck my head under a branch and enter the forest.

  Chapter Two

  Adrian

  My grizzly bear snarls and lets out a low growl when the smell of strangers hits his nose. It takes less than a second for him to fly into a vicious rage. His fur rises as he charges toward the source of the unfamiliar scent, slamming into trees and snapping branches as his livid paws thunder against the ground with every murderous step.

  Calm down.

  He lets out a nasty growl as he continues charging forward. I can feel everything he’s feeling. The wild untamed need for violence. The bloodthirsty and monstrous need to dominate everything and everyone, me included.

  I’m his prisoner.

  He’s a feral psycho and I’ve never stood a chance.

  It wasn’t always like this. I had a life once.

  But then puberty hit and my grizzly’s hostility started to grow. His rabid fury became overwhelming until one day he wouldn’t let me back out.

  I’ve tried everything to pull him in, but it’s like I’m wedged in cement down here. Sometimes, it feels like he’s holding my head underwater, laughing as I drown.

  Back in the olden days, they would have put a feral bear like mine down for the greater good. It wouldn’t have mattered that I was in here too. It’s always been too dangerous to let a beast like him live. They would have ended his reign of terror with a shotgun slug to the temple. My nightmare would have been over.

  And it would have been the right thing to do.

  I used to wish that my brothers would take mercy on me and settle it for good. I guess they think letting me live is compassion, but it’s not. It’s weakness. A truly compassionate person would have done the hard thing and ended this torture a decade ago.

  A low wicked growl rumbles through our body as my bear gets close. I can smell the scent now.

  It smells like apple sauce, cheap generic soap, and blue jeans.

  It smells like trouble. It smells like a disaster waiting to happen.

  I wrap my hands around his essence and try with all my might to pull him in, but he’s as unmovable as ever. I don’t have anything good to say about my grizzly bear, but I’ll give him one thing, he’s a strong motherfucker.

  I watch helplessly through his eyes as he approaches the edge of the forest.

  No…

  Panic and dread starts to fill me.

  Don’t. Please don’t.

  A cute boy is standing in the forest—in my bear’s forest—staring up at the trees, oblivious to the danger quickly descending on him.

  Run!

  I scream, but there’s no use. He can’t hear me from where I’m trapped down here. No one can.

  The kid has messy brown hair and dirt all over his jeans. I picture his mother this morning, tying his shoes and putting a couple of quarters into his pocket to make a phone call in case he got lost on his field trip. The dread starts to build inside of me. No phone call can save him now.

  My bear creeps forward, snarling as the boy’s presence in his forest—in my prison—triggers his fiery temper.

  I don’t think he’d hurt a kid—at least, I hope he wouldn’t—but I know at the very least my grizzly would terrify him to make him pay for daring to step foot in his domain.

  I can taste the anger. The outrage. I’m drowning in it as my bear lowers his head and lets out a low feral growl.

  The boy’s sparkling brown eyes snap onto us and then widen comically large. The poor kid freezes like prey. He doesn’t know what to do.

  Enough!

  Back up!

  I holler at my bear, but my furious words land on deaf ears. He doesn’t care what I think. He likes me as much as I like him. The affection between us is non-existent. Whatever solidarity there once was died years ago in this wooded hell of a prison.

  He takes a step forward.

  STOP!!

  That’s enough. Fuck this monster and his crazed need to dominate everything.

  I got anger too. I grunt as I try to pull him in with every ounce of strength I have. He laughs me off at first, but I’m not giving up. Not this time. Not with an innocent boy’s life on the line.

  I’m gritting my teeth and struggling as I pull him down and force my way up. His monstrous body starts to shake and he lets out a vicious roar as I get close.

  But not close enough.

  He snarls as he shakes me off easily, like a dog shaking off a flea.

  I sink back down, watching helplessly as he once again takes control.

  I try to pull him again, but this time he’s got his guard up and it’s like trying to move cement. It’s like trying to push a mountain.

  Territorial feelings surge through his veins as he walks up to the kid, stopping only a few feet away.

  Out of nowhere, a woman comes rushing into the forest. We were both distracted with fighting each other that we didn’t notice her presence until she was a few feet away, racing forward. She stands protectively in front of the boy, protecting him as she stares at us with terrified eyes. Her hands are trembling as she tells the boy to go.

  More territorial feelings come, only these are way more intense.

  And they’re not for the trees and dirt and forest all around us. They’re for her.

  She’s our real territory. She is ours.

  I feel it just as much as my bear does. Finally, we agree on something.

  The feeling stuns us. It staggers my bear.

  He steps back and huffs out a breath as we stare at her in awe.

  She’s beautiful. A bright light in a dark room.

  My heart pounds as I take in her blonde hair and bright blue eyes. A cute little nose and sensuous pink lips. She’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.

  Her outfit is simple—blue jeans and a brown zip-up jacket, but it’s enough to make my pulse kick into overdrive. My hands are tingling as I run my eyes over her voluptuous curves that look so soft.

  For the first time in over a decade, my bear calms. He’s breathless as he stares at her. His overwhelming anger melts away under her presence. The darkness extinguished by her light.

  She’s it. She’s the one.

  Our mate.

  Nothing else could describe this change. If it was anyone else, my bear would be in attack mode, but right now, it feels like he’s about to drop to her feet and roll onto his back for a belly rub.

  “Go, Gavin,” she says to the boy. “Run!”

  Gavin hesitates until she pushes him and then his little feet take him out of the forest to safety. But she remains, sacrificing herself to protect him. She’s so brave. She’s unbelievable.

  She looks scared, but she’s defiant, staring at us with her chin in the air and her hands squeezed into fists. I can tell she’s not going to go down without a fight.

  Waves of warmth and comfort begin to wash over me as my bear falls in love. He’s completely captivated by her, which is leaving him vulnerable…

  I quickly grab his essence and yank him down as I force my way out with every last bit of strength I have.

  I catch him sleeping and it works. I can’t believe it, but it works.

  His body shakes violently as my girl watches in horror. I claw and fight my way out as my grizzly gets sucked back in.

  I explode out of him and fall to my knees. It’s been so long since I’ve been out.

  The sensations are overwhelming. The cold dirt touching my knees, the cool air tickling my sweaty skin. I have to squint from the brightness of the sun. Every breath feels wonderful.

  I stare at my hands as I squeeze them in and out of fists, almost forgetting how it felt to have any power.

  The woman gasps and my eyes dart up to hers. The terror in her eyes is replaced with a look of confusion.

  I don’t have a stitch of clothing on. I can
’t imagine what she must be thinking right now. I’m not sure I want to know.

  I push myself up to my feet. I’m all shaky and my breath is coming out all choppy and uneven. It’s been years since I’ve been out. Maybe even a decade. I lost count several cold winters ago.

  We stare at each other for a long heated moment.

  I’ve been trapped in there for so long that I’ve been desperate for any kind of human connection, but even I can tell that this is not normal. This is beyond a regular first meeting. This is what happens when a bear shifter lays eyes on his mate for the first time.

  Our souls are bonding. They’re melding together.

  And nothing is ever going to be the same again.

  My grizzly starts thrashing around inside, hating that I’m keeping him confined. I try to ignore him and put all of my focus on my girl, but it’s hard when he starts trying to claw his way out.

  I want to talk to her. To tell her that I love her. That I need her. That she’s mine.

  But I’m out of practice. I’m afraid I won’t find the right words.

  Her eyes dart down to my exposed cock and she catches herself.

  “I—” she says and then she spins around and takes off running.

  All I can do is watch her go with my heart pounding in my chest. The longing to be near her becomes paralyzing. This is all too much. Too many emotions. Too much need.

  My sensations have been muted for so long and now they’re in overdrive, and it’s all so overwhelming. I don’t know what to do.

  But as usual, my feral bear takes the decision away from me. With a vicious roar, he yanks me back inside as he powers his way out.