Furbitten Falls Alpha's: A Wolf Shifter Mpreg Romance Bundle
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Furbitten Falls Alpha’s
A Wolf Shifter Mpreg Romance Bundle
Preston Walker
Liam Kingsley
Furbitten Falls Alpha’s
Furbitten Falls Alpha’sA Wolf Shifter Mpreg Romance Bundle
Preston Walker & Liam Kingsley
© 2019
Disclaimer
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are all fictitious for the reader’s pleasure. Any similarities to real people, places, events, living or dead are all coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for ADULTS ONLY (+18).
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Contents
Book 1
Furbitten Teacher
1. Jarrett
2. Brent
3. Jarrett
4. Brent
5. Jarrett
6. Brent
7. Jarrett
8. Brent
9. Jarrett
10. Brent
11. Jarrett
12. Brent
13. Jarrett
14. Brent
15. Jarrett
16. Brent
17. Jarrett
18. Brent
19. Jarrett
Epilogue
Book 2
Furbitten Brother
1. Chasen
2. Tate
3. Chasen
4. Tate
5. Chasen
6. Tate
7. Chasen
8. Tate
9. Chasen
10. Tate
11. Chasen
12. Tate
13. Chasen
14. Tate
15. Chasen
16. Tate
17. Chasen
18. Tate
19. Chasen
Epilogue
Book 3
Furbitten Neighbor
1. Slater
2. Niko
3. Slater
4. Niko
5. Slater
6. Niko
7. Slater
8. Niko
9. Slater
10. Niko
11. Slater
12. Niko
13. Slater
14. Niko
15. Slater
16. Niko
17. Slater
18. Niko
19. Slater
Epilogue
Book 4
Pick Of The Litter
1. Graham
2. Parker
3. Graham
4. Parker
5. Graham
6. Parker
7. Graham
8. Parker
9. Graham
10. Parker
11. Graham
12. Parker
13. Graham
14. Parker
15. Graham
16. Parker
17. Graham
18. Parker
19. Graham
Epilogue
Book 1
Furbitten Teacher
Furbitten Falls Alpha’s: Book 1
Furbitten Falls Alpha’s: Book 1
Preston Walker
© 2019
Disclaimer
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are all fictitious for the reader’s pleasure. Any similarities to real people, places, events, living or dead are all coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for ADULTS ONLY (+18).
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Jarrett
I’d been here before. There was something about the way the room pulsed and moved around me, the sounds that were so loud there was a ringing in my ears, a splitting in my skull. The heat of it was oppressive, the bodies crowded around me, pushing into me, knocking me left and right as I swayed between them, hardly able to get my footing on the slippery dance floor.
Where was this place?
The scent was familiar. A heady combination of alcohol, sweat and men men men. I wasn’t sure if I liked it, but I liked that I was here. I knew this place, where was this place?
And then I saw him. The him that had haunted my dreams on and off for, what, seven, eight years. I suddenly knew where I was. It was my twenty-first birthday. My two older brothers, Chasen and Slater, had taken me out to celebrate and I’d found this guy.
His name escaped me. Did I even get his name?
He opened his mouth to speak to me but I couldn’t hear him over the noise of the club, the music pulsing and ringing in my ears, but his scent was there and it was strong. It was infecting my head, lifting me off the floor and drawing me closer to him.
We were dancing. Gosh I missed the feeling of dancing, the freedom in my body, the feeling of having someone else so close to me. And he was getting closer. The more we danced, the more the music played, the more I could feel him pressing his body into me, the scent of him filling my head, the feel of his bare skin against my bare skin, just on our arms, was electrifying. It sent shockwaves through my body.
I’d been with plenty of guys before but I’d never had someone who I was so drawn to, someone who I didn’t want to take my eyes of, someone who I wanted to press so close to my body that if anyone looked over we’d just look like one person.
I liked being this close to him. It felt comfortable. How was it that it felt so comfortable when I barely knew him, when I didn’t even know his name?
“What’s your name?” I asked into the dark but when he opened his mouth to respond, I couldn’t hear him again. I’d forgotten it. That’s what it was. I couldn’t remember his name and my brain couldn’t pull it forward for me. I hated it. I wanted to know him, I wanted to reach him, even so far away as he was, just living in my head, I wanted to reach out and grab him if I could.
I could feel eyes on us as we danced but, somehow, it didn’t bother me. There was something about this guy that made it like there was no one else in the club apart from the two of us. I would have preferred that. I would have been able to talk to him, get to know him a little better, maybe get his name, his number, something, anything…
He was tall, though not quite as tall as me, and had a little bit of light stubble across his jawline. Even in the dark I could see his piercing blue eyes that reminded me of something not altogether in this place but it sparked a memory in my head, a memory I was yet to have in this moment. As our eyes locked I felt my knees go a little weak. I’d not seen him around here before, but I knew he was one of us. I could smell it on him, the way his scent permeated the air, the pheromones calling out to me.
I leant across the space between us, enjoying him falling suit and tilting his head to one side, stopping dancing quite so vigorously as my lips pressed against his. There were fireworks in my head, the music around us getting all the more far away as our tongues starte
d to dance in the space between our mouths. His hands snaked their way around my back and pulled me closer to him so I tried to take a little more control by pressing myself into him too, like we were competing, trying to match one another.
The song changed and, for the briefest of moments, it was like the spell was broken and the moment had passed, but I caught sight of his eyes again and was dragged back into the fantasy. I say dragged, there was nowhere else I wanted to be. It was strange how we didn’t even really know each other and yet I couldn’t seem to take myself away from him.
I reached down and took his hand in mine, his fingers immediately finding the spaces between mine, like they were meant to fill them all along. He stepped closer to me and kissed me softly on the lips. Fireworks again in my head, a million of them going off in a thousand different colors. This had never happened to me before and I was scared, excited and scared.
We started off the dance floor. I didn’t know who was leading, whether it was he or I, but we weren’t staying here any longer, that much was for sure. At one point I think it must have been me because I’d been to this club before so I knew where the VIP areas were, somewhere we could spend some time alone. I didn’t want this night with him to end, I almost wanted to stop myself but I knew where this was going and I didn’t stand a chance.
We made our way to the VIP area at the back of the club. There were plush sofas and mood lighting, the stench of the club, the sweat of the crowd and the spilled drinks, and the pulse of the music was almost completely gone and we were left alone. And in that loneliness we seemed to find each other.
We kissed again, more frantic this time, my hands searching his body and finding parts of him I hadn’t found on the dance floor, clawing at his back, gripping his sides, wanting to feel every part of him, wanting to make it a part of me.
He reached his fingers to my shirt and started to undo the buttons, and I followed suit, doing the same to him, thrilling a little every time I touched his bare skin, feeling the electricity running through me every time he made contact with me. It was all so brand new. I’d done this before with other boys but there was something about him. I couldn’t place it. Every touch was like it would be our last, every second ticking by much too fast.
We pressed our bodies together, his chest hair ticklish against my hairless chest, his hands feeling their way around my back.
I stopped us suddenly, wanting to look at him, but I couldn’t. My brain wouldn’t let me. As the years had ticked by, this moment was lost to me, looking at him and taking him in. I knew that I liked it, I knew that I was drawn to it, but I couldn’t tell you what he looked like and, even in that moment, it made me sad.
I blinked and I was on top of him. We were on the sofa, our limbs entangled, me breathing in his scent, hearing his soft moans in my ear. I was inside him. When had that happened? How has we gotten there? Had I instigated it? It was so long ago now I could hardly remember.
But I started to thrust hard into him, slowly at first but then picking up the pace until I could feel my balls slapping against his ass, him jerking off with every thrust, matching me as I picked up speed, as I slowed down, as I enjoyed the feeling of the warmth around my dick, of being so connected to him.
It didn’t take me all that long to get close.
“I’m going to come,” I grunted, inching ever closer. “Do you want me to-?”
“No,” he groaned, still jerking his own cock. “No, keep going.”
So I kept going. I kept going until I could feel a tingle running through my whole body, until I told him I was going to come, thrusting deep into him and feeling the knot swell in my cock. I looked down at him, his own cum across his stomach and chest. Was that a bit of panic on his face? Did I look panicked too?
I fell forward and onto him, his arms wrapping tightly around my back, his breathing ragged in my ear. I held him tightly, not wanting to let go, knowing that in a few short moments it would be over and I would lose him all over again. That’s always how it ended, with him disappearing.
I blinked again and he was gone. I stood in that room by myself, half naked and drenched in sweat, and the man was gone, never to be seen again.
I woke in a cold sweat the sheets tangled around my naked body, the grey of the morning light pushing its way through the blinds of my bedroom window. I rolled over to look at my alarm clock. It was a little before 6:30. My alarm would be going off at any second, like my body knew and decided to taunt me again with that fucking dream.
It always ended that way. It always ended with me knotting and then I’d wake up. I could vaguely remember the guy’s face, I certainly couldn’t remember his name, but, eight years on, that one night stand haunted me. I believed in fated mates, and if he was mine then it was possible that I’d already lost him. So much for fate.
I stared at the ceiling for a while longer. I’d had this conversation with my brothers before. When I’d turned twenty-one they’d sat me down and explained about the curse that had been put on our family so that we couldn’t give birth to alphas and the only chance to keep our bloodline running would be to find our fated mates. Once we found our fated mates, only by mating with them would we be able to give birth to alphas and carry on our bloodline. Without our fated mates we were doomed.
Apparently there was one out there for everyone in our pack and I’d so wanted to not believe them, to not even think about it, but I couldn’t help it. When I asked them how we were supposed to know who they were, Chasen and Slater told me that you’d just know, that you’d feel that connection. When I’d met that guy, when we’d connected, when we’d slept together, I knew there was something between us in that moment.
And now he was haunting my dreams too, my past coming back to bite me. If fate was playing its part in my life, it now felt like it was keeping the two of us apart rather than driving us together. Where had he been for the past eight years? It didn’t seem fair. None of us seemed to be having any luck.
“Shit,” I said to myself. That was a dark thought to be having so early in the morning. I guess I just felt worse when I was waking up all alone day after day in this empty house. I needed to get a decent night’s sleep before I drove myself insane.
The fact of the matter was, I was starting to get concerned for the future of the pack. It seemed like a silly thing to think about, but every day that I or my brothers weren’t finding our mates were days when the pack was in trouble. I was so tired. It certainly wasn’t helping my brain right now.
My alarm started to buzz and I turned it off after one ring, the images of my dream still floating in my mind, my dick still hard at the thought. I totally got remembering that night and remembering the dream, but if my body could maybe avoid getting excited at the thought that would be fantastic.
I grabbed my phone and saw I had a text from Chasen, my older brother, the middle sibling of the Ewen family, that he’d sent last night after I’d gone to bed.
‘Hey little bro,’ it read. ‘Sorry your week isn’t going too well, a good night’s sleep is all you need so you know I’ll be made if you reply to this!! Just heard that the Mayor wants to meet with me about giving Main St. a facelift. Wish me luck!! Early days, obvs, would take a year to get going, but this could be HUGE!’
I shot him a quick text to wish him luck for the day and started to get myself ready, showering, grabbing some lunch, making sure my bag was packed, and heading out the door in record time.
On my drive to Rippling Woods Elementary School, I wondered what awaited me during the day. Yesterday had been pretty intense. I loved all the kids in my class, I truly did, but there were a couple of students who really liked to test my limits. I guess they were just pushing the boundaries, seeing what they could and couldn’t get away with. But there was one girl that…well, it was hard to really put my finger on it, but she was different from the others.
Emery Bridges wasn’t a pain in my side, she wasn’t a horror, she wasn’t an unruly kid, not by any stretch, she was just head
strong and stubborn. She knew her own mind and was 100% alpha, which was probably why she struggled with the other kids in her class. I’d put money on her being a werewolf. Call me crazy if you want, but I definitely had whatever the werewolf equivalent of gaydar was. That girl was an alpha wolf and she was a challenge.
That werewolf part of her was probably why I felt such a strong connection to her, felt such a need to protect her from the other kids and, ultimately, from herself. If things got too out of hand, I worried about what she might do. She was young, so probably didn’t have control of herself yet and I didn’t want her to get into trouble.