Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf

162 Pages·2016·0.39 MB·English

by  Glenn Stormy

WHO’S AFRAID OF THE BIG
BAD WOLF

Wolf Creek Pack 6

Stormy Glenn

MENAGE AMOUR

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WHO’S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF
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Letter from Stormy Glenn
Regarding Ebook Piracy

Dear Readers,

It is a joy for me to write my books and interact with my readers. I
love creating worlds and characters in my books. Writing is also my
career, my way of supporting my family, and I work at it fulltime. I
do not have another career.

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With deep gratitude,

Stormy Glenn
DEDICATION

To my love. My life wouldn’t be complete without you. You saved
me from a life of misery and gave me the world. There will never be
words even I could write to say how much I love you.
WHO’S AFRAID OF THE BIG
BAD WOLF
Wolf Creek Pack 6

STORMY GLENN
Copyright © 2010

Chapter 1

Benjamin Nobles watched the procession of colorfully dressed
men and women parade around the sacred circle from his nearly
hidden view on the edge of the tree line. He grimaced as he stared at
them twisting and turning before the throng of men and women
hoping to find their mate.
Ben would have gladly given his right arm to be anywhere else
but here. He did not like big gatherings such as this, but his alpha
ordered him here. And he never disobeyed an order from his alpha—
no matter how uncomfortable it made him feel. And this was about as
uncomfortable as he could ever remember being.
The alpha, Daniel Nash, commanded that anyone unmated and of
marriageable age to gather in the sacred circle of their pack to see all
the men and women of mating age from Prince Zacarius’s coven. And
hopefully, a mating would take place. Just not for Ben.
Ben knew there would never be a mate for him. No one in his or
her right mind would want to be shackled with a man such as him, a
man with no tenderness, no gentleness, and, certainly, no kindness.
He didn’t even know what those emotions were anymore. They had
been stripped from him, along with a good portion of his sanity.
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Sometimes he even wondered if he had any humanity left in him.
He was a monster, in body as well as in mind. His huge frame was
filled compactly with bulging muscles, long strong legs that were as
big as tree trunks, and arms the size of smaller tree trunks. Battle scars
littered his body—including his face, with one long scar that curved
from the corner of his right eye, down his cheek, to the bottom of his
jaw.
He wouldn’t be winning any beauty contest anytime soon. It was
all most people could do just to look him in the eye without flinching.
He had nothing to offer a mate and he knew it.

* * * *

Stefan stood there, his head slightly bent, his long hair falling
forward, concealing his face from the large crowd he stood in. He had
been ordered here by Prince Zacarius to stand before all of the
unmated werewolves of Wolf Creek Pack so that they might find their
mate. Stefan knew he was here for another purpose.
His stepbrother, Oliver, had made it very clear to Stefan last night
as to why he stood here. Tonight he would be mated to Dane, a friend
and cohort of Oliver's.
Oliver and Dane had done everything in their power over the last
few months to persuade Stefan to agree to be mated to Dane. When
that didn’t work, the gloves came off and the real pain began. Dane
wasn’t Stefan’s fated mate, but Oliver had decreed they would be
mated anyway.
Under normal circumstances, Stefan would have been excited to
be mated, anything to get away from his stepbrother. The previous
night, Dane proved he was just as demented as Stefan’s stepbrother
when he slapped Stefan around, all while regaling Stefan with the
things he planned to do once Stefan belonged to him.
Stefan guessed he had one thing to be thankful for where his
stepbrother was concerned. Oliver made sure that Dane had never
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forced Stefan before now. He seemed to enjoy hanging the mating
with Dane over his head.
Ever since their older brother, Desmond, lost his life trying to kill
Prince Zacarius, Oliver had taken over as head of their family. At
first, Stefan thought it wouldn’t be so bad. He thought Oliver had to
be better than his asshole brother, Desmond. Now he wasn’t so sure.
Little by little, Oliver cut off Stefan’s contact with the outside
world. Stefan wasn’t allowed to go anywhere or see anyone except
Dane and Audley, Stefan’s best friend and Dane’s younger brother.
Audley also had the distinction of being the man Oliver wanted to
trade Stefan for.
Stefan fought Oliver’s plan as much as he could. He refused to
acknowledge Dane’s orders, gaining himself more than a few bruises
along the way but he refused to give in to their terror tactics.
With the orders from their prince, Stefan knew that his time was
finally up. Dane would have him tonight. And there wasn’t anything
Stefan could do to stop it. His shoulders dropped as he began to give
in to the despair filling his heart. For a brief moment, he let his gaze
sweep over the room in the hopes that someone—anyone—would
come save him.

* * * *

A small movement of ragged brown fabric to one side of the circle
caught Ben’s attention. He watched from the edge of the trees, his
eyes never leaving the figure in brown. He caught sight of a small
pale face glancing out from behind stringy hair.
The dirty strawberry-blond hair was not what caught Ben’s
attention. Nor was the length, which seemed to go on forever, from
the top of the young man’s head to just below the soft curve of his
ass.
It was the huge sky-blue eyes that peeked out between the thick
strands of hair. They were the most expressive eyes Ben had ever
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seen. Then the little man smiled at him, and Ben felt a strange
tightening in the middle of his chest.
The world around him simply disappeared. It was only the young
man and him. No one else existed. But as quickly as it had come, the
smile disappeared, along with the beautiful eyes that had seemed to
see into his very soul.
Ben leaned up on his feet to get a better look at him. At six-foot-
nine, he stood taller than most men. In fact, he had never met anyone
who was taller than him. There was nearly nothing that could make
Ben leave the safety at the edge of the party. But the body was
huddled down behind the horde of partygoers, and Ben couldn’t get a
good look. He felt a need to find the young man.
If he had been truly thinking about it, he would have questioned
this obsessive need to find the man hiding on the other side of the
circle. And then he would have run for his life. But all he could feel
was an unnatural desire to hunt down the brown fabric and meet the
man who smiled at him.
Ben left his safety at the edge of the trees and began working his
way through the crowd, his eyes never leaving the young man. He
knew the man could see him walking to him by the slight turning of
his body toward him. He seemed to be waiting for Ben. From the
small smile on his lips, Ben assumed the man would be happy to see
him.
As he got closer to him, Ben could see more of his stature. He was
small. He might reach Ben’s sternum…if he stood on a stool.
Otherwise, he would barely reach Ben’s chest. The man couldn’t have
been more than five-foot-ten or so. His thread-worn outfit was
definitely not made to look pleasing on him. There seemed to be no
contours or soft places on him. On a whole, the clothing seemed to
hang over him more like a sack than a shirt. It was not made to entice
anyone, which was strange considering that’s what tonight’s gathering
was all about.