Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Picking up the fork she had also supplied, he pierced a cold, dressed potato and stuffed it in his mouth. Much to his surprise, it wasn’t awful. No, the damn thing was tasty. What was more, it made his mouth water. He tried the pasta salad, which was so fucking spicy, it surprised him. He couldn’t control his hunger, and within seconds, he finished off the pasta. She had clearly made this yesterday, or earlier. Was this her food?
After the potatoes were all gone, and the pasta, he started on the pies and pizza pockets. Within about ten minutes, his bad mood had dissipated.
He was full. The food … delicious. And he was surprised.
Amelia served him another beer.
Alpha spun around and looked at the bar.
“Hunters got on our land tonight. One of the beta group decided getting his dick sucked was more important that our security. For the next couple of weeks, I want you to be vigilant. No roaming the forest without a second person with you. Also, I don’t want anyone going into the forest unless they have come to me for permission.” Alpha slammed his bottle on the bar.
He stood.
Wolfe and Draco followed him, leaving the bar.
“You know they’re pissing themselves, right?” Wolfe asked. “There were a couple of men there from the beta team.”
“I know. It’s why I made the announcement.” Alpha moved toward his bike.
None of them needed to use their bikes. They could have all easily run to the bar, or wherever they needed to go, changing into their wolf skin.
Wolfe loved his bike. The purr of the machine. How smooth it was taking the roads. It was like they were meant to be, mated. The fairy tale shit of what humans thought wolves were like.
Mating was a pipe dream. It was rare, and in Draco’s case, fucking painful. Never having a mate was even worse.
“You do realize Amelia served you all vegan food,” Alpha said.
“I know.”
“And?”
“And nothing,” Wolfe said. “I was hungry. Now I’m not. Do you need me back at the clubhouse?”
“Nah, you can go and do whatever shit you need to do. Draco, make sure everyone is at the town hall tomorrow morning. I don’t want to have to repeat myself.”
Alpha had no choice but to make the bar aware of the dangers. Wolves stumbling in the forest for a quick fuck was dangerous.
Alcohol only affected them for a few short hours, and that was if they literally went at it hard. Wolfe had only gotten a little tipsy. He glanced back at the bar, thinking about Amelia.
She had smelled good. She always smelled good, and tonight, she had fed him.
Draco and Alpha started their engines, and Wolfe climbed off his. “I’ll be back at the clubhouse later.”
“You saw some pussy?” Draco asked.
On the few rare occasions that Draco spoke, it still surprised him.
“Fuck off, Draco.”
Alpha laughed.
It wasn’t a natural sound, but slightly forced, almost enraged. He took his role as president and pack alpha seriously. He was damn good at it as well.
Alpha and Draco took off, and he watched them leave, looking back at the bar. He wasn’t going to go inside as he didn’t want any of the women hanging off him. Some of the female pack members were cut chasers. They wanted to fuck as many of the club as possible.
Running his fingers through his hair, he leaned against his bike and waited.
It wasn’t long before they had to start leaving.
Val never allowed them to stay much past twelve. Unless he was feeling generous and money was being spent, he sometimes allowed his bar to stay open until two, never past then. Two in the morning was for special occasions. Also, if he did stay open until two, then it meant there were sacrifices elsewhere. That usually meant the bar closed for a couple of days after.
Several women looked like they wanted to approach him. As did a couple of the beta team, but he ignored them.
There was only one woman he wanted to speak to.
The bar emptied, and it was a good thirty minutes before Amelia stepped out of the bar. She didn’t have her dogs with her. That was a surprise.
Amelia took a couple of steps toward him, but he could tell she hadn’t really seen him. The moment she did, she hesitated, almost stumbling over her feet.
Was she uncoordinated as well?
“Wolfe,” she said.
“Amelia.”
It was hot, and she was fucking sexy.
She wore a pair of jeans that served to drive him crazy by enhancing her sexy-as-fuck curves. The jeans molded to her like a second skin, curving in at the waist. The top she wore showed off her large tits, the v-neck seeming to emphasize her full cleavage.
“Is there something you wanted? I can promise you I had nothing to do with the hunters or the beta team,” she said, nibbling on her lip.