Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate
“No.” I bend to whisper in her ear. “What I really want to do is take you back to my den and eat your pussy until you come, squeezing my head with those sweet thighs. And then I want to hear you wail my name while I tap that delicious, plump ass.”
Yeah. Her eyes blow wide when she’s astonished.
I keep going. “You’re gonna come on my cock so hard, you’re gonna forget everything but that you belong to me, and I was put on this earth to pleasure you and put pups in that little round belly.” I rest my palm over her womb. “That’s what I think a mate is for.”
I bump noses with her and then I step back. “But I didn’t figure you’d be down for that quite yet.”
Her arousal teases my nose. It’s faint, but it’s there. I step back.
She tries to shove her hands in her pockets, but her skirt doesn’t have any. She forgets the hoodie does and starts wiping her palms on the corduroy.
I know that was a lot. Frankly, I didn’t know I had it in me. Usually, with females, I don’t have to lay it out like that. They come on to me.
I’m willing to drop it-for now-but she exhales a long sigh, and her eyebrows gather, creasing her forehead.
“That’s the whole thing, though. That’s why I sell things at the market. I don’t want to be just a female. Or a mate, or whatever.” She says it slowly, as if she’s working it out in her head as she speaks. “I want my own thing.”
There are responses on the tip of my tongue. Of course she feels this way. She thought she was mateless. She had to make peace with her lot. She doesn’t need mushrooms anymore. She’s my mate.
Or I could remind her that mated females are happy. Satisfied. Complete. And she’ll be happy, too, once she settles in. I believe that’s true. I’m gonna work to make it so.
I know my pack thinks I’m a tyrant. When it comes to training for the circuit, I am. But I’m also a smart alpha. Coming up, I had the perfect example of what a ‘dumb as shit’ alpha does. I molded myself as alpha by thinking about what Declan Kelly would do or say, and then I did the opposite.
A smart alpha doesn’t take something shared from the heart and say, “You don’t feel what you feel. You don’t think what you think.”
That’s how you teach folks to lie to your face.
So I say, “Okay.”
And I offer Una my hand as we walk down the hill.
Of course, she doesn’t take it, but I grab hers. And she leaves it be all the way to Tye’s cabin.
I will take my victories where I find them.
And it is shaping up to be a glorious day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and in their wisdom, Fate has given me a headstrong mate.
It’s gonna be a sweet victory when I change her mind.
UNA
I don’t understand Killian Kelly.
I thought I did, but now I don’t know. We’re heading back to the commons. Killian’s slowed his pace to match mine, and he has a hold of my hand and won’t let go.
Everyone is staring. Some folks are running to get other people so they can stare, too.
I guess I’ve never seen Killian Kelly hold a female’s hand before. Not many males in our pack do. You’re more likely to see a male striding somewhere oblivious to his mate hustling to keep up.
Holding hands is a human thing.
Killian’s palm is rough. Calloused. It completely envelops mine.
When we pass the commissary, there’s a rock in our path, and his foot darts out, kicking it aside before I have the chance to step over it.
He seems really worried about me falling over. I know I took a header at dinner the other night, but I was tripped. My balance is great. It’s my leg that gives out on me sometimes.
It just doesn’t compute. Killian Kelly is hard. He starts training the males at six years old, and they do it seven days a week. The number of times the girls and I have been woken up in the middle of the night by the chanting of males sentenced to run the patrol routes because they didn’t work hard enough or lost to an unworthy opponent-or, on one memorable occasion because a male farted in the weight room and no one would confess.
One, two, three, four. Crack a window or a door. Five, six, seven, eight. Take a dump then lift the weights.
I had it stuck in my head for weeks afterwards. Kennedy still hums it under her breath when she’s painting.
And Killian’s not only hard on the males. Pretty much every female under fifty has had a thing for him, and he doesn’t care. He’ll duck off into the woods with them if the mood strikes him, and if they get clingy or aggressive, he’ll tell them to their face in front of everyone that he’s not interested.
He makes zero effort. He just sits in his metal folding chair up on the dais, and the females go to him. He’s an arrogant son of a bitch, right? Incapable of feeling like a normal person?
But he played video games with Kennedy. It was definitely his idea. The girls were terrified. And even though she doesn’t show it, Kennedy freaks out about getting busted more than any of us. She has so much more to lose.
Right now, she’s balanced on a knife edge. No one can know her wolf is male, but if she suppresses him, she’ll go moon mad or worse. With no money, where will she go on a full moon? The foothills? She’ll be easy prey to outcasts without a pack to protect her. She needs the rental we found. It’s close enough to town that the ferals steer clear, and far enough from pack territory that no one will catch her scent on the wind.
Of course, with Kennedy, her fear smells like anger. That’s, like, the first thing you learn about her. When I walked into our cabin, I had to breathe through my mouth. But then, after I showered and stole as much time as I could to collect myself, the stench was gone.
Kennedy and Killian were playing Cage Fight Takedown. I watched for a few seconds before I showed myself. Kennedy was sitting with one knee bent, her foot tucked under her butt like she does when she’s comfortable. Killian was leaning forward, fingers jamming the buttons, teeth clenched, intent on taking her down. He reminded me of Fallon, cussing under his breath when he missed a shot.
Maybe Killian is being nice as a tactic, luring me into a false sense of security so I let him do what he wants.
Which is?
My belly clenches, and my cheeks heat.
He wants to have sex. Mate me. Knot me. Make me have his babies.
That’s what all males want, right? Pups are a status guarantee. A male isn’t likely to hold his rank forever if he can’t prove his virility. There will be whispers. And then challenges.
Killian has never seemed the slightest bit concerned about his status, but folks change when they get older. And he did mention young. He stroked my belly.
I warm and tingle between my legs. I lengthen my stride, try to minimize the friction. It doesn’t help much. This better be normal dumb hormones and not heat. No bond, no heat, right? I feel like that was part of the deal, but my memory of the blackberry patch is hazy.
Regardless, I’m not having babies with Killian Kelly. I’m not going to let him touch me.
That’s exactly what I’m thinking when he lifts me up the steps to Tye’s cabin-without asking permission-and hustles me through the door.
Oh.
No.
That is foul.
The instant the air inside hits me, I sink into his side. It’s instinct. I try to breathe through my mouth, but it doesn’t help. I claw at my collar, strain my neck, but it’s no use. The smell is on my tongue, in my nose, my throat, my lungs. I retch.
“What is it, shy girl?” Killian curves his shoulder and leans down, blocking me from the males sprawled around the living room. His fingertips hover above my cheek, uncertain.
Tears stream down my face. “The air. It’s too-thick. I’m gonna be sick.”
I gulp down my spit, like that might get the nastiness out of my mouth, but all it does is roil my belly. This is awful. I press my nose into Killian’s shirt. It helps, but not enough. I’d run, but my legs are noodles, and I’m dizzy as hell.
“What’s the problem?” A gruff voice calls from across the room. It’s Dermot.
My stomach lurches. I’m going to throw up right here. I can’t even bolt for the bathroom. I’m stuck. “Can’t you smell it?”
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