Bound to the Alpha Read online Olivia T. Turner (Alphas in Heat #1)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Alphas in Heat Series by Olivia T. Turner
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
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I’m going to die lonely and afraid. Which is pretty fitting after all, considering that’s how I spent most of my life.

The flames reach the open door and start burning the wooden frame. I have seconds before they reach me, maybe a minute if I’m lucky.

I know I’m going to die. It hits me hard, and just as I’m about to wallow in my own self-pity, I hear thundering footsteps.

My back straightens and I force my eyes back open as I try to call out. The words don’t come out thanks to the thick smoke that is filling my lungs. All I can do is hope and pray that the brave firemen get here in time.

The flames burst through the drywall and spread into the room. I wince when I feel the intense heat. My skin is slick with sweat, but it’s doing nothing to cool me off.

The footsteps get louder and then I see him. He’s massive. So big that his muscles strain against the big baggy firefighter uniform hung on his giant frame. His thick coat molds to his round biceps and is pulled tight against his enormous chest.

He’s not wearing a helmet and I swallow hard when I see his face. It’s hard with rough edges and a mean-looking scowl that softens when he lays his sexy brown eyes on me.

A jolt of something sizzles through me as he stands in the flaming doorway and locks his territorial brown eyes on me with a heated stare.

I must look like shit. Sweaty, cheap dollar store make-up running down my face, hair a hot mess. It’s ridiculous to think of what I look like right now when death is still a very serious possibility, but I can’t help what goes through my head.

He stomps into the room on his thick powerful legs and kneels down in front of me.

“It’s you…” he says in a deep growly voice as he stares at me in awe.

There’s something about the way he’s looking at me. Like he recognizes me or like he’s seeing for the first time something he’s been searching for and never quite found. I know I’ve never seen him before. I would have remembered that. You don’t forget seeing someone like him.

His big hand is shaking as he slowly reaches out and cups my cheek. I lick my lips as an undeniable urge to kiss him rips through me. Maybe I just want to feel a man’s lips on mine before I die, or maybe the smoke is making me hallucinate, but something is pulling me toward this man. Something strong and undeniable.

My body tingles as his hungry eyes roam over it. He spots the handcuff around my wrist and it seems to snap him out of his daze.

With a grunt, he punches the thick desk leg and it explodes into splinters. He catches the falling desk and throws it across the room as I stare in shock. How the hell can he be that strong?

I kicked that leg dozens of times and didn’t even make a dent. I must have loosened it for him. But even as the thought passes through my mind, I know that it’s not true.

He scoops me up in his big arms and cradles me to his chest as he stands up. I can feel his heart pounding against my tingling body.

I’m staring up at his face as he holds me like I’ve always wanted to be held. It’s better than I’ve ever dreamed of and I know that if I die now, I’ll be dying happy.

His protective brown eyes lock onto mine and that heated gaze takes all the fear out of my body. His strong muscular arms are wrapped around me, holding me against his chest, and I know that nothing can hurt me while he’s holding me like this. He won’t let it.

“You’re stunning,” he whispers as he stares at me in awe. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He leans down and kisses me softly on the mouth. The edge of his hot tongue slides through my parted lips and my whole body melts when the tip touches mine.

His lips are soft, gentle, and I lean my chin up so he can deepen the kiss. He groans into my mouth as his hands tighten on my body. I’ve never been happier. But leave it to me to ruin it… I yank my mouth away and start coughing.

My sexy savior holds me tighter and starts moving. He sprints through one burning room after another as I squeeze my eyes shut and press my face against his chest. I focus on his pounding heart and not on the flames, not on the heat, not on the broken steps that he’s leaping over.

He moves impossibly fast and before I can take another breath, we’re outside in the crisp morning air. It’s so fresh and even though my throat is burning, I choke down gulp after gulp of clean mountain air.


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