The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Which promptly growled like a bear waking up from hibernation.

We both lost it, the romantic moment was ruined. I laid my head on his shoulder as the pressure of the day finally broke free. “I think I need a burger,” I said into his chest.

“Let’s find one.” He set me back on my feet, and we walked down the trail to the motorcycle. I kept my hand in mine, not wanting to lose contact with his skin. It was like I was afraid he would leave me if I let him go.

We drove back to French Island, south of the airport. I had verified with Alpha Clark that they were home and the Council was gone. We went to a place called River Rats and got a table on the deck overlooking the river. The burger was good, the fried cheese curds better, and I allowed myself to just be happy for a few hours.

“We should be going,” he finally said. “My Jeep is back at the Pack House.”

“I shouldn’t go on their land, it’s dangerous for them if I’m seen there,” I said. “My sister is fine, I will ask the Alpha to have someone pack your stuff and bring your Jeep here.”

“They are your family too,” he said.

“That’s why I can’t involve them. You are right, they can and will handle the werewolves involved. When it’s all done, though, the Council will come for me, and now you. I can’t let my shit splatter all over those I care about.”

He stood up. “I need to use the restroom. Can you see what you might like on the dessert menu?”

“I don’t know, I don’t need the calories.”

He just laughed. “Oh, you’re going to need your energy tonight, Talia.” I blushed as he walked away, my eyes looking at his jean-clad ass and his strong back that stretched his T-shirt. The women in the bar stared at him like he was a piece of meat, and it stirred my jealousy. He was MINE… but he couldn’t wear my mark because it would kill him.

This sucked.

I opened the dessert menu, thinking back to his promise to give me a workout tonight. The thought of being with him on a road trip made my wolf excited and my body respond. “Oh Selene, he’s going to smell that when he returns,” I told my wolf.

“Good,” she replied. She wanted to see all of him, to shift and run with him. She wanted him to dominate her, pin her neck down and pound into her like a mate should. Nope, my first time wasn’t going to be in the woods, he could spring for a nice hotel suite with a whirlpool.

I waved over the waitress and ordered dessert. He came back, kissing me before sitting down across the small table. “What did you get,” he asked.

“You’ll see.” The waitress brought it over a few minutes later; it was a true work of art. A large fudge brownie on the bottom of a bowl, covered with a big slab of mint chip ice cream. A second brownie topped it, and the whole thing was covered with hot fudge and whipped cream topped with a cherry.

“Wow,” he said as he looked it over. “What the hell is this?”

“A Hot Fudge Goopie,” I said. “Better grab your spoon because I’m digging in.” He took the cherry and set it aside before we started working our way down. It was fantastic, and as the last spoon of brownie and fudge went into my mouth, I let go the last of my many moans of pleasure.

“Wait,” he said as he leaned over and cupped my face.

“What? Is it on my face?”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

He picked up the cherry and put it in my mouth. “Enjoy, I’ll get my cherry tonight.” I gasped in shock and that was enough for him to cover my mouth with his, kissing me possessively. We broke apart when someone cleared their throat by us.

“Your Jeep is outside,” the kid said. “Good luck, and thanks for bringing her back to us,” he said to me.

He paid the bill and we walked outside together; his Jeep was parked in the back of the lot, a motorcycle trailer attached to the back. “Did you do this,” he said.

“No.” I sent a thank you to my Uncle, who wished us a good trip.

“Good, now I get to hold your hand while we drive.” It sounded good to me. We loaded up the Harley and tied it down, then pulled out and headed back to Interstate 90 west.

We were almost to Rochester when my phone rang, it was Marcy. “Hey Marcy, I’m sorry I didn’t call you earlier. Tania’s back home and I’m on the road.”

“Talia, it’s bad,” she said. “Our familiars have been watching the Copper Mountain Pack. Two hours ago, six SUV’s left, filled with warriors and the Alpha and Beta.”

“They are probably looking for me,” I said.

“They headed to Denver International Airport and bought tickets on the next flight to Minneapolis. They’re coming for you, Talia. You have to warn your family, because this is going to be a Pack War very soon.”

She hung up and I looked over at Randall. “Someone had to have talked,” I said.

“We’ve got a mole. Call your uncle now.”