C4 Lyra Meets Alpha Drex

John’s laughed at her mockingly. “No disrespect, but you’re just a girl. Sure, you looked tough when you walked in tonight—badass even. But honestly? You’re no match for any wolf pack in this town. I don’t even see you as a real huntress.”

The doubt in his voice made anger jump into Lyra’s eyes.

“You watch and see, Mr Reddick!” She said through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna fix every wolf in this town. You watch!”

“Well, good luck with that. I’ve done my part. Like I said. Everything you need is inside that book. Take that book and get outta here. I’m done talking.” And with that, John ran out of the room.

Lyra watched him go. She stood still for a moment, biting hard on her bottom lip.

This man, John Reddick, had thought little of her skills and abilities. Just like every other man that had met her. They are always more focused on her beauty than on what she can do. On what she had accomplished!

Well, she will show them all! She will let them know what she’s capable of!

With that thought in my mind, Lyra opened her duffel bag, tossed the book inside it, and sauntered out of the room with annoyance. She headed towards the bar entrance, and reached the door.

And as she was about to step out, she crashed into a big, solid wall of hard, lean, and toughened muscle.

A startled gasp escaped her lips as her duffel bag slipped from her hand and she nearly lost her footing. In a flash, the young man she had crashed into shot out his strong arms, catching her and pulling her into him before she hit the ground.

The moment his body met hers, a body-wrecking liquid hot wave burned right through her clothes. It spread through her like wildfire, making her shiver and raising goosebumps on her body. And it felt good.

So frighteningly good, she shuddered with a furious gasp, planting her hands firmly on his chest to shove him back.

“For God’s sake! Let go of me, you pervert bastard!”

“Mmmm.” He grinned, his strong white teeth gleaming at her. “She’s got a mouth on her,” his voice was smooth as glass and deep—so richly deep.

Astonished, Lyra jerked her head up, and her breath caught in her throat. She found herself staring into the most beautiful, arresting pair of warm whiskey eyes she had ever seen in her wild, young life.

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During that time when Lyra and John were talking, Drex Locker, the Alpha of the Whitehoof pack, slipped out through the door of the wooden cabin house, which housed his grandmother and him. He stepped out into the chilly night.

He drew in a long, slow breath of relief, inhaling the cold, sharp air. The one thought on his mind was to go to The Big Red bar and cool off.

He had been doing some horse racing practices all day on the university's open field, and he needed a drink. A strong, cold, big beer that could knock out a horse!

He turned towards the clearing that led into the forest and began to walk through the trail.

Drex was an extraordinarily handsome young man. He had warm whisky-honey eyes, thick black hair, lean, angular face, broad shoulders, and powerful, ripped back. His long, powerful arms, his inked with a snarling wolf head blending with lightning streaks.

As he walked through the forest, Drex had a feeling it wasn’t really the beer that had made him make this trip to The Big Red bar. It was something else.

There was something out there, something at that bar, that was calling out to him. A call that was impossible to resist—like the cry of a wolf!

But oh no! That thing, that was out there, calling to him—wasn’t the cry of a wolf! It was something far more powerful and intimately terrifying. Something he couldn’t even resist… like a spellbinding, unnatural pull.

And strangely enough, he discovered that his heart had begun to pound fast. His breath was short and uneven. Cold sweats were beginning to bead on his face. The muscles of his arms and legs had tightened. There was a growing ache in his joints. He could feel his blood moving furiously through his veins. The whole of his body felt as if it were on fire!

He couldn’t wait any longer! He couldn’t wait to see that thing that was out there, at that bar, pulling at him magnificently.

And so, he began to run. Fast. Hard. He ran and ran and ran, like a madman, and that was how he collided into Lyra AshWinter, who was stepping out of the bar, her duffel bag in her hand.

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When Drex collided with her, he instinctively shot out his hands, pulling her body hard and fast against his body, to prevent her from falling.

Even with her leather tight-fitting outfits, the heat from her body burned him. It burned his skin like hot oil. And Drex wondered to himself how a human female body could generate such heat.

And then, he felt her hands—they actually felt like hot iron—on his broad chest, burning through the sheer fabric of his tees, obviously to shove him back.

“For God’s sake! Let go of me, you pervert bastard!”

“Mmm. She’s got a mouth on her,” he didn’t even realize when the words slipped out of his mouth.

Surprisingly, the girl went still in his arms.

Drex looked down at her face, the face of this girl, who had gotten him so fired up. He found a pair of compelling dark eyes—they shone at him like black jewels—boring into his eyes, astonishing yet mesmerizing.

And time freezes for them both.