Captured By The Alphas (BBW BIKER 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.

  Plus-sized Roxy Jenkins has always dreamed of opening up her own business. She worked very hard and gave up a lot, including her once slim waist line, to accomplish her dreams. After all her hard work, she was proud to be a new owner of an internet cafe.

  But Roxy's newfound success is about to take a drastic turn, when on her grand opening day, she crosses paths with someone who is as sexy as he is dangerous.

  All American bad boy, shifter and biker, Jackson Lockwood was having a bad day. He was hungry...and pissed off. His brother, who is the leader of their biker club, The Silver Wolves, refuses to go to war against their most-hated enemy—the werecats, who are trying to control the wolves most valued resource—meat.

  But little does Jackson know that hunger and violence will be the least of his problems when he crosses paths with a curvy hot momma with a fiery attitude!

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  "Congratulations Roxy!" squealed Haley underneath clear blue skies of Pofolk, Virginia. "I'm so proud of you!" Long blonde hair sprinkled with platinum highlights, all-American Haley Cross cut an attractive figure with her trim waist and muscular frame, tucked neatly inside a sparkly-blue mini skirt and white blouse.

  "Yeah, Roxy!" Cassie London chirped, tossing her flaming-red hair to the side and fixing her emerald-green eyes on Roxy's cherubic face. "This sure beats me working at Harvey's." Like Haley, Cassie had come dressed to impressed, garbed in a black body suit that showed off her impossibly lithe body.

  Roxy's large frame was stuffed in a black skirt with a diamond-encrusted belt wrapped around her waist to accentuate her curves. Her large breasts were enclosed in a white blouse as she smiled with joy as she stood by two of her childhood friends, who had come to witness her special moment. Her grand opening ceremony of her new internet cafe.

  She had worked so hard for this. Saving up the moment she entered high school, she had gone on to work two jobs and graduated with a degree in business.

  Daddy was right, she thought happily as she looked through the gleaming glass windows of the cafe, admiring the sparkling marble floor and brand-spanking new computers. Hard work definitely pays off.

  "How do you feel?" asked Haley breathlessly.

  As her eyes drifted down to the grand opening ribbon that she would have to be cut in the next moment, Roxy could not contain her happiness at the question. "Like a million bucks."

  *

  The motor of the Harley drummed in Jackson Lockwood's ears as he weaved in and out of traffic. He was going to be late for the biker club meeting and his brother, Hunter, was gonna be pissed. But this was nothing new. Jackson was always late.

  The bigger problem was that he was hungry, a problem compounded by the scarcity of places where a wolf-shifter could buy meat without having to pay outrageous prices. This was in large part due to the fact of the were-cats owning most of the meat businesses in town and the commercial grocery stores being unable to keep up with the demand the voracious wolves had for meat.

  The were-cats had taken control of all the alternate meat businesses along with all the cattle land because they wanted to control the wolves with a monopoly over precious resources.

  Those damn greedy pussies think they should be the only ones allowed to eat meat, Jackson thought angrily. Fuck them all.

  If it were up to Jackson, there would be war in the streets. The wolves would fight it out with the cats until there was one victor. That's how it should have been.

  But of course, that would alert the humans to our existence and all hell would break loose.

  Braking, Jackson rounded a corner and turned onto a street lined with businesses. He was several blocks from the biker clubhouse. He checked his watch. It was five minutes till. Maybe he would not be late after all.

  As he passed several shops, his eyes were drawn to a small crowd gathered in front of a little building that had a long bow-like ribbon in front of it and a sign that said Roxy's Internet Cafe.

  But what had drawn his attention the most was the large brown-haired woman dressed in a black skirt and white blouse. Curvy as an hourglass, she had an ass for days and breasts that had to be the size of melons. Not one for the big chicks, Jackson was surprised at the desire that he felt course through him.

  An errant thought ran through his head suggesting the reason for his unusual attraction. The woman's plus-size represented fullness and he was hungry. That was it. His stomach was attracted to her. Still, he found himself flipping up the visor of his helmet to get a better look at her ass.

  The sound of a car horn blared in his ears, snatching his attention away from the object of his desire.

  "Shit!"

  Jerking on the handle bars, Jackson violently swerved out of the way of the approaching vehicle, only to send himself straight towards the grand opening crowd.

  *

  "Cut the ribbon already!" urged Cassie, glancing at her watch. "I got to get back to work."

  Holding giant red scissors in her hand, Roxy paused and gave Cassie a critical scowl as she eyed her skanky jumpsuit. "Dressed like that?"

  Cassie pushed back a mass of red hair that had fallen in front of her eyes."I'm going to stop at home and change into my uniform first."

  "Great, so you came to my grand opening purposely dressed like a skank to get attention," Roxy growled.

  "Of course." Clicking her black heels together, Cassie grinned and nodded at Roxy's skirt. "I couldn't let you and Haley outdo me."

  Roxy glanced quickly at the small crowd that had gathered to witness the opening of her shop, mostly teenage boys who'd probably be her first customers. More than a few were glancing at Cassie's lithe body and whispering amongst each other. "Yeah and now you have every teenage boy on this block wishing that they could do you."

  "Will you stop giving Cassie such a hard time, Roxy?" Haley chirped in. She flexed her right bicep. "I gotta head back to the gym. I had a training appointment scheduled for two o'clock."

  "Fine," Roxy grumbled, turning back to the ribbon. "Bitches."

  Cassie laughed. "You know we both love you."

  "Sure you do."

  Despite her annoyance, it was true. Roxy's friends were always there to show support whenever she needed them.

  I'm only giving them so much shit because they're both skinny bitches, Roxy thought.

  "I'm going to count to three and then you'll cut it," supplied Haley impatiently, mistaking Roxy's pause for indecision. "1-2-"

  Suddenly, the sound of a car horn and a loud screech sent heads turning like the exorcist. Roxy's heart jumped in her chest as she saw a dark missile hurtling towards them at amazing speeds. Letting out a surprised shriek, Roxy barely had time to toss the scissors out of her hand and dive away, rolling along the sidewalk like a butterball.

  The next thing she heard was several screams and the sound of shattering glass followed by a loud boom.

  Oh my God! Roxy thought with panic. Please don't let someone have gotten killed on my first day! "Is anyone hurt?' she called out immediately as she came to a stop.

  Her only response was groans and screams and shouts of surprise from onlookers up and down the street.

  Struggling to her feet, she let out a gasp of horror as she
watched the entire inside of her shop go up into flames. Cassie was at her side a moment later, her red hair in wild disarray from diving for her life. "Well," she gasped breathlessly, her emerald eyes reflecting the growing flames, "That was one hell of a grand opening."

  Chapter 2

  Jackson let out a groan and tossed his cracked helmet to the side, sucking in a mouthful of smoke. His body felt like it was broken in several places.

  Twisting his head to the side, he saw his bike mangled beyond recognition, all tangled up inside computer wires and cables with flames and smoke shooting out of the engine.

  Idiot, he scolded himself. I just had to check out that fat chick.

  She was damned hot, but was it worth getting almost killed over and ruining his Harley?

  He groaned again followed by several hacking coughs, a pain shooting up his leg. He looked down to see a tear in his blue jeans at his thigh. A large gash could be seen that had blood pouring from it.

  It will heal.

  That was one upside to being a wolf shifter. Shifter wounds healed faster than a human's. Much faster.

  I've got to get out of here.

  Thick black smoke, fueled by the cycle's flames, gradually began to billow all around him. It would only be a matter of time before he choked to death, or worse, get burned to death. Even his shifter regeneration would not save him then.

  He was about to try to bring himself to his feet when he heard voices followed by several coughs and the crunch of glass.

  "Hello? Are you okay in there?" a sultry voice called.

  Common sense dictated that he respond and call for help. But when he had just barreled through someone's window, causing thousands damage, he'd probably be better off dead.

  Besides, he was a prideful bastard.

  "Oh my God, there he is!"

  As shadowy figures partially obscured by clouds of smoke came into view, Jackson quickly closed his eyes.

  *

  Roxy coughed repeatedly as she knelt down beside the injured biker. Being surrounded by thick smoke, her lungs felt like they were on fire. It would only be a matter of minutes before the whole shop was filled with it.

  Now I know why second hand smoke kills, she thought.

  "Is he dead?" Haley asked, a hand over her mouth to keep the smoke at bay. Her frightened eyes frequently flickered over to the fast growing flames and back outside where Cassie was seeing if everyone was alright and calling for help.

  "God, I hope not." Luckily, Roxy had purchased insurance for her new business, but given her luck, they wouldn't cover something as awful as an accidental death.

  After all, who expects some nut to come crashing through her window on their grand opening day?

  One thing she knew about insurance companies was that they would always try to get out of paying. The dodgy asses.

  Roxy carefully inspected the injured fellow below her. His face was covered with sweat, soot and blood so it was hard to make out any definable features, but her eyes quickly roved along the length of his body, searching for injuries.

  Beneath the sense of horror she felt at the stranger's battered condition, desire burned. The man was nicely built, his torn t-shirt revealing killer abs, his arms corded with lean muscle, and his thighs looked so heavenly scrumptious in those jeans, a fact marred by the bloody gash in his right one.

  Whoever he is, Roxy thought admiringly, he's one hot piece of ass.

  She placed a hand to his throat and checked for a pulse. She sighed with relief a moment later.

  "He's alive," she breathed to Haley.

  "Thank God!" Haley exclaimed. "Quick, let's move him before we suffocate."

  Roxy's first instinct was to scold Haley. She had heard many times before to never move someone who had been in a serious accident because moving them could cause more harm than good. But one frightening look at the advancing flames told her that they had no time to argue.

  "You get his feet!" Roxy ordered quickly, feeling nauseous from the smoke. Sweat brought on by the intense flames was starting to drip down her armpits and down the sides of her stomach.

  Haley placed her hands on her hips. "Why do I have to get his feet? I could probably carry him out of here by myself."

  "Haley!" Roxy roared.

  "Alright, alright."

  Control freak.

  The fitness trainer quickly grabbed a hold of the man's feet and Roxy latched onto him under his shoulders. Then they half-carried half-dragged him out of the shop, coughing profusely along the way.

  Outside, Roxy heard the crackle and pop of the fire behind them as they gently set the man down on the sidewalk.

  All my years of hard work gone just like that, she thought with dismay.

  She had been so scared that the man was dead that she hadn't really taken the time to look at the scene inside of the shop, but now that he was out of immediate danger, she turned to get a full view.

  Inside, the place was consumed with flames. There was no recognizable computer, tables or chairs. Even her customized pink chair, that Cassie had so aptly dubbed, "The Bitch Throne," was melting.

  Despair wracked her body at the realization that her cafe was entirely gutted.

  Seeing her friend's crestfallen face, Haley chirped and nodded at the biker's prone form, "Look on the bright side. At least we saved a life today." Haley's face was a nightmare. Her makeup, which had been nicely done before the crash, was in shambles. Her mascara ran in rivers down her cheeks and her red lipstick was smeared in a way that made her look like a circus clown, making Roxy want to burst out laughing.

  I don't know why I'm talking, Roxy thought a second. I probably look even worse.

  Stifling her amusement at Haley's appearance, Roxy sighed. "I know, but I'd rather still have my business-"

  The sounds of sirens tore Roxy and Haley's attention away from the burning shop and the injured man. An Ambulance and a fire truck had pulled up. Surrounded by a small crowd of admiring teenage boys, Cassie, armed with her cell phone, ran into the street and began frantically motioning the paramedics over to the scene.

  "Over here!" Roxy waved at the men.

  As the help hurried over, Roxy could not help but notice one of the men staring at Cassie's ass.

  Damn horny pervert, Roxy thought with annoyance as the firemen began yelling at bystanders to back away from the scene for their own safety.

  "Who's the injured one?" one of the medic men demanded as they walked up to Roxy and Haley. Dark-hair streaked with grey and barrel-chested, he was dressed in formal EMT gear and had a large first aid kit with him. He looked like the type of guy who took shit from no one.

  "This way, sir," Roxy said quickly, brushing smoke out of her face and coughing. The fire was out of control now, with clouds of black smoke billowing out of the smashed windows. "He's right over here..."

  Holding a chubby hand over her nose and mouth, Roxy turned and pointed, but froze at the sight of an empty sidewalk littered with blood spots.

  The hot stranger was gone.

  Chapter 3

  The Harley motor sputtered and died as Hunter Lockwood removed his helmet and took a deep breath. Ah. How he loved the smell of crisp, clean Pofolk air. It was kind of ironic given the fact that he was about to have a smoke.

  Latching his helmet onto one of his handlebars, he lifted his hard ass cheeks off the leather seat of his vehicle, reached inside his back pocket and took out a pack of Newports.

  A second later he was settled back onto his seat, taking a deep drag and watching the nearly empty parking lot of Hunt's Auto Shop. The rest of the gang would be arriving any minute. Usually a good smoke before a meeting settled Hunter's nerves and made him less irritable.

  While he sat and waited, he noticed three young women. Two blonde and one brunette walking across the street, dressed in slut-wear. He'd seen these girls before. They were wannabe groupies that always hung around the area whenever the gang gathered, hoping to snag themselves a biker boyfriend.

  Hunter was
sure that some of his members, who mostly all had girlfriends, probably had already banged them to hell and back and tossed them to the side, but he was feeling more than a little frisky.

  In other words, he needed a quick fuck.

  Effortlessly, he made eye contact with one of the girls, a blonde wearing cut off jean shorts and a white crop top that exposed her flat midriff.

  Aware of his intense gaze, the girls paused in their tracks and looked at each other, unsure that this powerful guy they had heard so much about could be interested in them.

  Still holding the awed girl's gaze, Hunter issued a slight, but noticeable nod.

  The girl's eyes widened with surprise and she turned to her friends and began chattering excitedly. After several seconds of wringing their hands at each other, the girls quickly crossed the street and approached Hunter.

  "What are y'all girls doing this fine evening?" Hunter asked when they stood in front of his Harley, his southern drawl dripping sex.

  The young women glanced at each other nervously. "We were just making our way up to the ice cream parlor," the one he fancied supply.

  Oh, I got some ice cream for you alright.

  Though the asshole in Hunter badly wanted to say something crude, he knew better. He was always a gentleman to whatever chick he talked to until he had them where he wanted. Then he would pounce with his fangs out. It was his way.

  Still eying the girl coolly, he took a drag on his cigarette. "Do you like cookies n' cream ice cream?" he asked.

  The girl stared at him. She was captivated by his intense gaze and was probably creaming in her panties. His wolf could practically smell it.

  "Yes!" she gushed. "It's my favorite."

  Hunter grinned and nodded his head behind him at the auto shop. "My boy Derek has a whole carton of the stuff in the freezer in the back if you're down for a taste."

  The girl bit her lip and glanced nervously at her friends.

  "Go on Kathy," the brunette urged. "We'll wait out here." Her eyes showed a hint of envy in them. She knew exactly what was about to take place and wanted badly to be in Kathy's shoes. To Hunter, she was the smart one.