Stalked By The Alpha (BBW Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) Read online

  Copyright © 2014 by Krista Bella

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Twenty-two year old, curvy Sabrina Warren is spending her days working at a plus-sized clothing store in a little city called Alpine. Up until now, her life has been pretty boring, filled with mundane happenings and a non-existent sex life.

  But all that changes when a dark and mysterious figure suddenly prowls into her life.

  Now with a mysterious stalker on her heels, Sabrina must find out who or what wants her body before it is too late!

  Stalked by the Alpha is a 13,800 word short story that contains sexual situations and one hot wolf.

  Reader's discretion is advised.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  About the Author

  Prologue

  The wolf raised its head and sniffed at the air, savoring the sweet smell that it had been after for weeks. From inside a maze of bushes that sat on a strip of land across the street from a strip mall, it watched as the object of its desire, a voluptuous, beautiful woman, pull into the parking lot and climb out of her car.

  Immediately, the wolf growled with hunger, turned on by the sight of the woman's big breasts and thighs. To the wolf, the woman's large size represented satiety. Unfortunately, for him, she awakened an extreme apatite deep within the depths of his loins.

  Feeling a terrible longing, a slight whine escaped the wolf's throat.

  The woman inspired the need to mate within the young wolf, and if he did not have her soon, he would go mad. As the wolf watched cars whiz by, he decided there was only one thing left to do.

  Make her his.

  Chapter 1

  "Your total comes up to forty-nine dollars and fifty cents," twenty-two year old Sabrina Warren said to the customer, a snobbish woman whom she wanted to smack across the face.

  Sabrina was doing her usual—working her nine-to-five at Sherri's, a plus-sized clothing store in a strip mall in the town of Alpine, Utah. Alpine was a new, flourishing town that was currently under construction in the middle of nowhere land. The stores, the houses, the cars, the grass, the roads, the schools, hell, even the sky looked new.

  Of course, being a clerk for a plus-sized clothing store was not what Sabrina had envisioned when she agreed to move to Alpine, but she was happy to take what had been available to her.

  Sabrina had moved in with her parents, and younger sister Sarah, because she wanted to save up a little money before going to college. She had no desire to fall into debt. The only bad thing about her situation was that she was not sure if she liked Alpine. Her parents had assured her it would be a nice place before they had moved, but Sabrina had not been impressed after she arrived.

  The snobby older woman handed her a crisp fifty-dollar bill, newly minted. With several pounds of expensive make up caking her face, she looked like she was the wife of a rich executive n with her black Versace dress and Gucci sunglasses. Her brown hair was neatly coiffed and recently touched up with blonde highlights.

  I bet you she thinks she's the shit and looks down her nose at people, thought Sabrina, quickly reading the woman

  Her teen daughter, whom she was buying the clothes for, was dressed similarly, except her dress was yellow and about five sizes larger. The teen had on gigantic hoop earrings and was chewing bubblegum in an annoying fashion as she texted away furiously on her cell phone.

  "I'll be glad when this city gets some clothing stores for big girls that are not Goodwill in disguise," the woman complained to her daughter, who ignored her as she tapped away on her phone. "The selection here is absolutely dreadful."

  If the woman thought the mainstream, high-end stores would care one bit about opening a clothing store for big girls, she had another thing coming. Most corporations did not care about catering to big women even though big women were the part of a thriving niche market.

  Sabrina began to give the woman her change, but stopped when the woman let out a hissing noise and looked at her as if she was road kill.

  "I don't deal with any change less than ten dollars and especially not coins." The woman turned her nose up at the change in Sabrina's hand.

  Is this woman for real? Sabrina wondered.

  No one who was rich really acted like this, did they? Sabrina would think it was just a stereotype made popular by the movies just like people thought that all big girls stuffed their face all the time.

  More money for me, Sabrina thought as she shrugged and put the money to the side. Her college fund was going to receive a fifty cent donation.

  Sabrina began carefully bagging the girl's clothes, a big flowery dress that did not look bad at all. She did not know what the woman's problem was with the Goodwill comment. All the clothes in Sherri's were classy and complimented a curvy girl's size.

  "Hannah, would you stop smelling that cheap perfume please? You're going to have our car reeking to high heaven!" The woman motioned at her chubby daughter, who had been drawn away from her texting by the many fragrances lining the counter top.

  Sabrina could feel her face turning red with anger. She wore that 'cheap perfume' that lady was talking about. In fact, she was wearing one of those fragrances right now.

  Uppity old hag, thought Sabrina.

  "But mom this smells really good," Hannah protested sniffing at a bottle called Black Rose, the same perfume Sabrina had on.

  "Put it down now little girl," Hannah's mother snarled. "I'll not have you running around smelling like a two dollar prostitute that has no teeth!"

  Sabrina felt her face burn hotter than before.

  This woman is infuriating.

  The big girl grumbled for a few moments, but then did as her mother commanded.

  At least the Hannah has good taste, thought Sabrina.

  Liking the same perfume that Sabrina wore showed that the girl did have some hope and had not yet become the hopeless scag her mother was.

  Holding back a roll of her eyes, Sabrina handed the woman the bag containing her daughter's outfit. "Thank you for shopping at Sherri's," Sabrina said, putting on a fake smile. "I put your receipt in the bag. We look forward to having you shop with us again."

  Yeah right.

  The woman said nothing, and instead, grabbed her daughter roughly by the arm and dragged her towards the store's entrance. "Did you smell that fat girl at the counter? That is exactly how I do not want you to smell. You will learn one day, young woman, when you lose weight and try to get a man of worth, that if you smell cheap, they will think you are cheap. I don't want to have to tell..." The woman's words were lost as she and her daughter walked out of the store.

  "Good riddance," muttered Sabrina angrily.

  This was the first time that Sabrina had actually wanted to get physical with a customer, and she had dealt with some rude ones, but this woman really rubbed her the wrong way.

  She hoped the hag never came back.

  "Having a bad day Sabrina?" a familiar voice asked.

  Sabrina spun around.

  It was Kim, her co-worker, coming out from the back with a pile of clothes loaded into her arms. Kim was a nice enough girl that was fast becoming a friend of Sabrina's. When Sabrina first came to work at Sherri's there had been a little frost between the two, but that had quickly wa
rmed over when Sabrina discovered that Kim was actually down to earth rather than a stuck up snob, because initially, Sabrina had got the impression that Kim thought she was better than her because she was skinny.

  At five-foot-five and 180 pounds, Sabrina was what you would call 'big boned'. She had big, firm breasts, sparkling blue eyes, strawberry-blonde hair and straight, white teeth, thanks to her dad making sure she took care of her teeth growing up, and more curves than a figure-eight.

  Kim, on the other hand, was skinny, almost anorexic. She had long brown hair and nice green eyes, but a straight up-and-down shape. Sabrina liked to think that Kim would be very attractive if she would learn to eat a big mac or two and put some meat on her bones.

  Sabrina blew out a frustrated sigh. "This snobby woman just came in here and insulted me at least five times in under a minute. She was one of those too good to shop in store that doesn't contain Gucci types." Sabrina pantomimed choking with her hands. "I wanted to snatch her by the head and pull some of that freshly dyed hair out."

  Kim paused on her way to the clothing racks, tossing her a look of sympathy. "Girl, I know just the type! I have an aunt just like that and she is that way with everything! She cannot eat at any fast food joints. Everything has to be premium. Clothes, shoes, food, gas, and hell, even her toilet paper has to be premium and I know her shit stank!"

  Sabrina chuckled slyly and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Wonder if the dick she gets has to be premium as well?"

  Kim's face twisted into a disgusted grimace. "Gross... my aunt is like in her sixty's and that's about the only thing she's NOT getting. My Uncle James has been impotent for a long time now. Besides, I do not think my aunt could get any pleasure out of sex anyways even if Uncle James could get it up. She more enjoys making people miserable." Kim paused and glared at Sabrina. "Look what you have me doing—talking about my wrinkly, old aunt and her non-existent sex life. I'm so going to hurt you." As she continued on to the clothing racks, Kim began to make gagging noises.

  Sabrina chuckled in amusement. "Sorry."

  Suddenly, the store phone began ringing. Out of habit, Sabrina picked up immediately. "Hello this is Sherri's. My name is Sabrina. How may I help you today?"

  There was no sound on the other end. Sabrina hung up.

  As she began busying herself with putting away receipts, the phone began ringing again.

  Sabrina sighed, put down the receipts, and answered the phone, repeating her customary greeting.

  Like before, there was no answer.

  Cursing under her breath at the mysterious caller, she hung up the phone.

  "Some one's playing games calling in and not saying anything," Sabrina said loudly to Kim, who was on the other side of the store, putting clothes where they belonged.

  "Probably some sorry asshole trying to get his rocks off," Kim yelled back to her. At the counter, Sabrina could hear the sound of Kim rattling the clothing racks to get the clothes hung up. "Ignore them."

  Sabrina wished that she could just ignore whoever it was, but she did not want her supervisor to get on her ass about not answering the phone during business hours. Her supervisor, Dylan, had called in sick and was out for the day, so she had no one to turn to about this issue.

  Sabrina stared at the phone, not trusting that it would stay silent when she went back to her receipts. Time ticked by. After a long moment, she let out a sigh and reached for the stack of receipts.

  The phone rang again.

  Growling with exasperation, Sabrina watched it ring for about twenty seconds before picking it up angrily. This time, she said nothing.

  Heavy breathing...

  Oh crap, she thought. Not this shit.

  "Is your pussy wet?" The voice on the other spoke in a very deep voice, almost like a growl. "I've been watching your big tits for a while now. You're so fucking hot."

  "Who is this?" Sabrina asked angrily, not amused by the anonymous person's antics. "I hope you know this phone call is being traced as we speak, and that I have your number to give to the police for harassment." Sabrina was bluffing, but she hoped it scared the guy on the other end of the line and that he would give up this silly game.

  The man on the other end ignored her threat. "I'm imagining how it would feel to be inside you," he moaned. "Filling up your tight, juicy hole—"

  "Fuck you, you sick bastard!" Her big breasts heaving with anger, Sabrina slammed the phone down.

  Chapter 2

  The muscular young man placed the phone down to his side after the phone hung up. The wolf inside of him was driving him crazy, making him do crazy things. He wanted her, god he wanted her. Even the sound of her voice drove him up the walls.

  He sniffed the air. Her smell permeated the space he was sitting in and it made his blood rush with desire.

  Down below, a very large bulge pressed against his sweats, straining to be set free.

  Looking around, the stud lifted up his shirt, revealing his washboard stomach, and ran his hands along it with a lusty sigh. His hand continued to drift down until he grabbed a hold of his giant wood that was only constrained by the sweats since he was wearing no underwear.

  Gripping the base of his big cock tightly through his sweats, he flopped it back and forth. Slowly, a large wet spot formed on the crotch of his sweats from the pre-cum that was coming out of the eye of his cock.

  Moaning, he pulled down his sweats around his powerful thighs, letting the dick flip out and hit him against the stomach with a meaty smack. His cock, which was throbbing with each pulse of his heartbeat, was huge, thick and veiny, capped by a large mushroom head.

  It was ready to be inside of her.

  Sighing, he gripped the base of his cock and pre-cum oozed out of the head and down his shaft. He leaned forward, and let a line of saliva fall out of his mouth onto his head. Then he ran his hand along the length, mixing the saliva and pre-cum together until he was well-lubricated.

  Slowly, he began stroking himself while thinking about her lusty curves. He imagined his hands exploring those big tits and that sexy ass while being inside of her at the same time.

  Before long, he began thrusting upwards while his hand pumped his cock up and down, moaning with desire.

  "Fuck," he gasped as his stomach tightened and he stroked his shaft with one hand and massaged his cum-filled balls with the other. "I'm going to blow."

  As he came close, he imagined injecting the lusty object of his desire with every bit of seed that filled his huge balls.

  She's mine.

  Feeling dizzy, he pumped up and down furiously, filled with only one thought...finishing inside of her.

  His breathing quickened as the burning in his stomach became too much to bear, and with a growl, he unleashed an explosion of sticky warmth.

  Chapter 3

  "What the hell was that about?" Kim came jogging up to the clerk counter, her hands free of clothing.

  "Some sick freak was asking me perverted questions while breathing like a horn dog," Sabrina hissed, her hands shaking from the experience.

  Kim gaped. "Seriously?"

  Sabrina nodded, trying to get a hold of herself. "Yeah. Totally freaked me out."

  "What did he say?"

  Sabrina glanced down at her stack of receipts, the sound of that deep voice filling her ears. "It doesn't bear repeating."

  "That's a shame." Kim shook her head. "You know, before you came here, we used to get crank calls all the time."

  Trying to put the experience behind her, Sabrina quirked an eyebrow. "You did?

  Kim nodded and then her face twisted into a mischievous grin. "Yup, except it wasn't some horn dog, looking to milk the local milk maid and her Jerseymaid titties."

  Sabrina grabbed a bottle of sample perfume and sprayed at Kim. "You bitch!"

  Giggling, Kim sprung away from counter. "I'm just kidding!"

  After that, the rest of the day passed rather uneventfully for Sabrina with light traffic. Fortunately, for Sabrina, the prank caller never called
back.

  "Looks like that guy never called back," Kim was saying when they had begun closing up the store. Sabrina was counting money and Kim was near the counter, putting up misplaced clothing.

  "Thank God," Sabrina muttered. "I can't believe someone gets off on calling people up and asking them disgusting things."

  But that voice was kind of sexy, thought Sabrina.

  Immediately, Sabrina felt angry with herself. Was she really going to be turned on by some random guy calling her and asking her perverted questions?

  Don't be so desperate, she reprimanded.

  Kim chuckled. "You'd be surprised at the depravity that lurks in men's minds." She paused, putting down the XXL-sized dress she was handling on the counter, and stared at Sabrina. "Can I ask you something?"

  Sabrina looked up from the money she was counting. "Sure."

  "Do you have a boyfriend?"

  Sabrina paused, shocked by the question. Why would Kim care if she had a boyfriend? What did it matter? Slowly, Sabrina shook her head. "No, I just moved here not too long ago."

  Kim's eyes lit up. "Then we should try to get you one. You should come out clubbing with me sometime. It could be fun."

  You're just saying that because you want a fat girl standing next to you so you can look good, Sabrina thought.

  "I'll think about it," said Sabrina a second later.

  Kim pouted. "Aw, come on, Sabrina. We will totally find you a hot boyfriend. I promise!"

  Scowling with skepticism, Sabrina let out a sigh, not wishing to be bugged on the matter any further. "Fine, I will if it makes you happy."

  Kim smiled at her. "Thanks Sabrina, you're going to have so much fun."

  Sabrina remained skeptical. "I'm sure."

  After they had locked all the doors, they departed through the back exit, because the employees always parked in the back of the store. Kim was going to get a lift home from Sabrina. She was having car troubles this week, so she got dropped off to work by her dad, whom she lived alone with. She would need a ride a home because of her dad's work shift made it impossible for him to come pick her up.