Alpha

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Authors: Mandy Rosko
asked, her voice small.
    Garret came to a stop, his movements graceful even then. His chest rose and fell a little faster than when he'd started, but he was hardly winded. "Of course. This is your pack and your territory now."
    Garret fell onto all fours and shook himself out. His front legs were longer, but like this, he looked a little more like an actual wolf.
    Maybe if someone saw him like this from really far away, they might mistake him for the real thing.
    "Now, get down on your paws like me."
    Miranda looked at the ground with the dirt, dead leaves, and pine needles. "I don't think I want to put my hands in that."
    Her hands weren't what they used to be, but that didn't mean she was going to just stick them in the mud.
    Garret's eyes changed. They turned from those bright blue orbs to a golden, glowing amber color. "That was a command, sweetheart."
    Her first thought was to tell him to fuck off with his commands, and then walk out of there, to go anywhere but where he was.
    It was like her brain and body were disconnected, however, and the second his command was out, even though Miranda's thoughts and anger were faster, her body still obeyed.
    When she was on all four paws, she blinked and looked down at herself, at her hands that were now muddy and dirty, and she glared at Garret. "What the hell? How did you do that?"
    He sat, seeming to not care that he was putting his butt in the dirt, and smiled at her. "I am your alpha. Of course you will do as I say."
    " What ?"
    She wanted to shriek at him. She wanted to leap at him and claw his eyes out. Miranda remained perfectly still, however. It was as if... as if she really couldn't attack him.
    He was describing this like the wolves in Twilight . Or like a man from every paranormal romance she'd ever read in her life. It wasn't supposed to be real.
    "I am your alpha," Garret said again, still calm, still talking like this was a conversation they were having over lunch. His mouth twisted. "It was one of Dennis's mutts that changed you. Not Laurence. He's a full wolf. Either way, I didn't change you, but I'm claiming you for my pack. You are weaker than I am physically. There would be no battle to determine whether you agree or not, and you have no other pack to fight to reclaim you. That makes me your alpha if I choose it."
    "And you're choosing it, are you?" she sneered.
    He smiled. "I am."
    "You're not my alpha. That's a… that's a stupid way of phrasing something, or talking about me like I need anyone to be my keeper." Miranda looked down at her hands. Hands that had fur and claws, and a strange sense of self-consciousness overcame her. "What do you mean by mutt?"
    Garret's eyes softened. "I mean no insult by it. You're beautiful."
    "But you're saying I'm a mutt?" She had so many more problems to worry about other than this, but that word sounded dirty in her mind. She didn't like being called something that sounded so vulgar.
    "I'm saying your new shape reflects the one who changed you." Garret looked her up and down. "I believe there is some fox in his bloodline. You look more like a wolf, but your shape is somewhat smaller. Your hair is tinged with orange, and your ears have white tips. You could either be my vixen, or my she-wolf. You're lovely either way."
    God, she was not going to let that talk melt her like butter. She was going to keep some damned self-control.
    "I'm not your vixen or your she-wolf," she muttered, with a lot less heat in her voice than she would have liked.
    Garret went back to smiling at her. "I'll choose one to call you then."
    Great.
    "Come on. I want to show you something. Stay on all fours."
    Garret leaped away, as easy and sleek as if he'd done this his entire life. He probably had. The jerk.
    She tried putting one foot in front of the other. It was awkward to say the least. She walked like a sea turtle on land. It wasn't like she was on her hands and knees either. Her hind legs had bent in just the right place to allow her to stay on

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