Big Wolf On Campus: Collection One

BIG WOLF ON CAMPUS COLLECTION ONE AIDY AWARD PIPER FOX Copyright © 2022 by Aidy Award All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Created with Vellum CONTENTS Cocky Jock Wolf Bad Boy Wolf Heart Throb Wolf Hot Shot Wolf Dirty Wolf Preview Also by Aidy Award About Aidy Award Also by Piper Fox About Piper Fox Acknowledgments COCKY JOCK WOLF A BIG WOLF ON CAMPUS STORY For everyone who ever fell in love with a cocky jock I love how in scary movies the person yells out ‘hello?’ As if the killer is going to be like ‘Yeah, I’m in the kitchen. Want a sandwich?’ SOMEONE HILARIOUS ON THE INTERNET COCKY JOCK WOLF Nerdy, chubby girls don't date quarterbacks... or werewolves. Eli: I just want one night off of being the all-star golden boy that the entire world, including my pack, expects great things from. Is it too much to ask to go watch my favorite horror movies and eat popcorn? Apparently it is. I just might get my chance if this cute AF nerdy book girl at the bar plays defense for me. As long as I don't let my wolf get a whiff of her ripe, delicious scent. The last thing I need to add onto my plate is a fated mate. Charlize: Go on a date or get fired - that’s the ultimatum from my boss at the Moon Bean coffee shop. But I picked a real jerk and now I’m stuck at the bar with him. I don’t need anyone to save me, but a smart girl recognizes a good escape plan when she kisses one. It’s not like I’m going to fall for a jock with more notches on his belt than books on his shelf. But Eli is more than that and I'm developing some crazy feelings for him. That is, until he turns into a werewolf straight out of a horror movie. Cocky Jock Wolf is a fated mates New Adult paranormal romance with a nerdy, dirty, cute, and curvy girl and the captain of the football team (who is secretly a wolf shifter!) * * * ELI One night. That’s all I wanted. That’s all I needed. Just one night under the new moon. Not with a girl. That was easy. I’d racked up plenty of one-night stands. Came with the alpha wolf football star territory. I had a ball bunny knocking on my door most any evening, whether or not she knew I was a wolf shifter. I was always down for some arm candy, or bed candy. The stream of cheerleaders, Bay State University Dire Wolves fans, and even a fresh out-of-school alum or two made me look like a sex god. Lord knew my fucking life was all about what made me look good. Good grades, great looks, stellar skills on and off the field. Being the best at everything got me what I wanted, prepared me to be the alpha of the Chincoteague pack someday. Except tonight. I just wanted one night off. Ten hours where I didn’t have to be the star, the jock, alpha heir to a pack, or the king of the campus. Didn’t look like that was going to happen. Because here I was at The Wolf’s Den, everyone’s favorite bar, celebrating the big win today with the entire offensive line. Again. “Dude,” Ty lifted his hand and gave me a stinging slap to the back, “when you threw that last pass, I couldn’t even hear myself think over the fucking crowd going bonkers.” “School records are for pussies.” Luka waved over the one and only female bartender. “Whoo! Let’s get our boy laid.” Nik wrapped his arms around my shoulder. “You deserve a reward, man.” Kirill rubbed his hands together and scanned the room. “Game theory, guys. We hook Eli here up with the hottest chick and the rest of us get her friends.” Sigh. That wasn’t even how game theory worked. But I would not be the nerd who corrected them. I let the guys scan the bar for chicks to pick up and ordered myself the Eli-Teagan-quarterback-special from the bar. Sparkling water, room temperature, with a twist. It was the season, and I was in training. No way I was fucking up my shot at going first round in the draft next year for a beer. I didn’t need a scout seeing some TikTok video of me doing shots. “Ew, get off me.” The girl and her boyfriend standing next to me at the bar gave her guy a shove. He was clearly blitzed and didn’t even notice when he bumped into me. My senses went on alert and my wolf rose up, seeking the danger. Down, boy. It’s just a bar, just a drunk guy, and just a girl who smells like ripe fucking peaches and moonlight. “Come on,” drunk guy swayed and grabbed the bar to stay upright. “I just want to make out, maybe grab a tit. It’s not like I’m going to fuck you, you’re fat.” Oh, Goddess. Yeah, buddy, that’s the way to get a girl to let you kiss her and feel her up. What a douche. “This was a mistake. I wouldn’t kiss you if you were one of my book boyfriends come to life. I’m leaving. Who cares if I get fired?” The girl grabbed her bag and her book off the bar and slid from the barstool. This dickhead was crazy. The girl had curves for days. Curves for miles. Curves I could get lost in. “You’re not going anywhere. I bought you a fucking expensive froo-froo drink. You owe me.” The asshat grabbed curvy book girl’s arm. Oh, hell no. I may have a string of one-night stands notched into my headboard, but no