Myra, a second-grade teacher, enjoys a simple life that includes close relationships with her twin sister and her best friend. One evening, after a night out, she is attacked by a bunch of rogues, and rescued by an Alpha wolf, Sloan, who claims her as his mate. While they get to know each other Sloan also juggles his corporate job, a jealous ex-girlfriend, and an investigation into rogue attacks on their community.
Age Rating: 18+
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Myra, a second-grade teacher, enjoys a simple life that includes close relationships with her twin sister and her best friend. One evening, after a night out, she is attacked by a bunch of rogues, and rescued by an Alpha wolf, Sloan, who claims her as his mate. While they get to know each other Sloan also juggles his corporate job, a jealous ex-girlfriend, and an investigation into rogue attacks on their community.
Age Rating: 18+
Original Author: Nauti Bear
“Daddy,” Myra called out as she ran down from her bedroom, shrugging on a brown cardigan over her white tee.
At the front door, she struggled to put on her boots as she called out again.
“Daddy, I’m so late…” She looked at her reflection in the entryway mirror as she roughly pulled on her mid-back length, unruly curly hair into a messy bun.
She applied some ChapStick to her lips and vainly sent a kiss to her reflection.
“Hey, Dad, can you??” She started questioning an empty kitchen.
There was an eerie silence in the house, so she switched to her heightened sense of hearing; all she heard was the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the slight drips of water from the kitchen faucet.
“Crap!” she exclaimed when she realized no one else was in the house. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed her father’s number while attempting to place two slices of bread to toast.
He answered after the second ring. “Myra?”
“Dad, why didn’t you wake me?” she questioned as she touched the coffee pot to judge how warm the coffee still in it was.
“You’re still home?” he gasped. “Sorry, sweetheart, we had a delivery first thing this morning and I needed to pick up Benji,” he explained just as loud background noises came across the line. “Hold on.”
“Dad… argh!!!”
She pulled down her favorite coffee cup tumbler and poured fresh coffee into it.
“Darling, I’m sorry I didn’t wake you, but we’re busy at the moment. Chat later, okay.”
Click
“Dammit, Dad!” She cursed as she stared down at the disconnected call. “Twenty-one, car-less and hopeless… that’s what I am.”
While trying to calm her racing, frantic thoughts, she smelt her toast starting to burn. She quickly took it out, sighing heavily as she spread some butter on it.
I have twenty minutes before classes start, I can shift and run it… but I will be sweaty and hot all morning. Maybe, I can call in for a morning substitute and have a lazy morning… or I can simply call in sick.
She leaned against the kitchen island, nibbling on the toast as she wasted time considering her various options. Suddenly, her phone vibrated and Megan’s name flashed across the screen.
“Hey, bitch.”
“Hi-ho, in need of a ride?” Megan laughed.
“I don’t know how you do that sometimes… but I love you so much right now. How long?” Before she could finish asking, a car horn echoed from outside. “Coming.”
“Don’t you need a man or a toy to achieve that?” she smart-mouthed then hung up.
Myra shook her head as she quickly grabbed her work handbag that was by the front door and darted out of the house.
“You’re a lifesaver,” Myra greeted in relief as she climbed into Megan’s Range Rover. She leaned over the center console and kissed Megan on the cheek.
Megan smiled, putting the vehicle into drive and she sped out of the driveway. “You can repay me by coming to the club tonight.”
Myra attempted to dodge the request, by trying to change the topic. “If you’re working tonight, how come you’re awake at this ungodly hour?” Myra teased, looking over at her best friend.
She noticed Megan wasn’t wearing any makeup this morning and her natural, pale olive skin shone in the morning sun. She had her jet black hair pulled into a high ponytail and her sunglasses pushed her bangs away from her face.
“Dad forgot his lunch; I was on the phone with him when your dad was talking to you.
“So, I thought, let me play good Samaritan and maybe I can pressure her to come out tonight.” Megan smirked, catching onto Myra’s attempts to avoid the topic.
“Pressure is right.”
“Also, Gallagher’s Carpentry is delivering to the Jamison household, and those wolves could snack on me any day.” Megan sighed dreamily.
Myra smiled wickedly at Megan. “I thought Baron Anderson was snacking on you these days? Isn’t that why he can’t seem to get the part for my Jeep?”
“Hey, a girl needs variety… and it’s not my fault he can’t multitask.”
“A girl needs a chastity belt…,” Myra muttered under her breath.
“But I have you.”
Myra faked surprise. “Bitch.”
They soon fell into a comfortable silence as music from Megan’s iPhone played through the car’s speakers. Myra smiled to herself thinking about their friendship.
Megan has been her best friend since they were ten years old when her father first started working for Gallagher’s Carpentry. Both of Megan’s parents are Oxen Shifters, however, Megan was adopted and is every inch a human.
Together with Myrielle, Myra’s older twin sister, they were the three musketeers always getting into trouble, both in and out of school.
As they got older, Myrielle pursued accounting at college, while both Megan and Myra decided to study education.
While Myra completed her training and was now a second-grade teacher, Megan had dropped out at the end of their second year. She discovered that dancing paid more money and the night hours freed up her days.
“How’s Myrielle?”
“Still pregnant and looking more like a beached whale these days… after school, I am going to visit her and take some groceries to her.”
“Married and pregnant. That’s terrifying, but she got herself a hunky guy, so who could blame her.”
“Forget the Jamison wolves snacking on you… Myrielle will eat you first if she hears you talking about Benji like that.”
“Yeah, yeah… mates can be obsessive and protective. I may be human but mom and dad taught me how to behave around mated pairs,” Megan said off-handedly as she turned onto the street with Myra’s school.
“Here we are… with three minutes to spare,” she commented, pulling into the schoolyard.
There were different school-aged children all over the grounds, as well as some parents and teachers supervising them before the first bell.
“Thanks, doll. You’re my hero.”
“No problem. You know in the spirit of being a good Samaritan, I think I’m going to swing by Frankie’s Garage after I drop off dad’s lunch and get them to hurry up with that part for your Jeep.”
“Just say you have an itch that you want Baron to scratch for you.” Myra sighed, gathering her things. At least one of us would be getting serviced.
“With all those euphemisms for sex, what do you think?” Megan winked.
“Go scratch that itch, babe.”
“Oh, I will. Do have a great day, Miss Myra… and call me before you leave Myrielle’s later.”
They blew kisses at each other just as the first bell rang.
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Sloan slid his jacket into place, adjusting his collar and cuffs as he mentally perused his schedule for the day.
Morning sex—checked.
He glanced at the satisfied blonde entangled in his bedsheets through the reflection of the mirror.
Furniture delivery for the Den and my office—on going.
He planned to check on them before leaving for his meetings with surrounding packs and clans within the area.
He had been Pack Alpha for eight months now, ever since his father retired at age sixty. Now, he was responsible for managing the largest and wealthiest multi-species pack in the Seattle area.
Recently, however, a gang of rogues had banded together and have been terrorizing shifters and humans alike.
They have been leaving a string of mulled, mutilated, and murdered bodies up and down the coastline, crisscrossing different pack and clan territories.
He looked over his appearance once again. His muscles bulged under his crisp white shirt which stood out against his dark, olive skin complexion and his trousers were tailored perfectly over his muscular physique.
He glanced at his wavy, black hair pulled into a man bun before brushing his neatly, trimmed beard with his hands.
“I am clearly losing my touch if you’re up and dressed already,” The blonde purred as she wrapped her hands around his waist and kissed him between the shoulder blades.
“Trust me, Elizabeth… I’m more than capable of getting back into bed with you, but I have pack duties and work to attend to all day,” Sloan responded.
However, her gentle caresses that would have aroused him a mere hour ago suddenly seemed to repulse him. Even his wolf spirit unexpectedly growled in disgust at her touch.
“How about I give you something to remember me by until tonight?” she said, walking around him to show off her nude body. He had to psychological school his facial expressions and calm his gag reflex.
“Sorry, but morning sex was more than enough,” Sloan said. He needed to extract himself from her presence as he was struggling to control his body’s disdain for her advances.
What is happening? Elizabeth’s been my girl for the past year and a half and I have never felt like this, he thought, gently removing her hands from his body.
“Sloan!” his brother Tristan shouted as he barged into Sloan’s bedroom. “Gallagher’s here. Dad’s overseeing the delivery and installation. Our first clan meeting is on the northern side of the city in thirty minutes…”
Tristan read off from his tablet. He looked up and saw Elizabeth trying to shield her naked body behind Sloan.
“Oh, hey, Liz…” He shrugged, picking up her discarded dress and tossing it roughly over to her. Sloan discreetly covered his snort when the dress smacked her in the face.
“Anyway, the Panther clan was attacked last night, three dead, as well as a lone jogging human. The Council of Elders are getting worried; so, they pushed their meeting to 11 am.”
“Shit!” Sloan snapped. “It’s going to be a long-ass day… let me check on Gallagher first, and then we can go. Umm, Elizabeth, I’m not sure about later.”
Orever. He called over his shoulder, grabbing his suit jacket as he exited the room.
“What the hell was that?” Tristan laughed as he ran up to meet with Sloan. His brother at the age of twenty-eight was only a year younger than Sloan and his complete opposite. Tristan was almost a half foot shorter than Sloan.
He kept his sandy brown hair short and styled with excessive hair gel. While Tristan would train with both Sloan and his other Beta, Declan, he was surprisingly strong regardless of him possessing a small body frame.
“I don’t know myself… must be time for a new bed warmer.”
“About fucking time!” Tristan woo-hooed.
Sloan rolled his eyes at his brother’s reaction as the smell of freshly carved wood filled the foyer.
Some pack members were helping with the moving and removal of furniture while their father stood by the opened front door, ordering individuals about.
“Father.”
“Son, I must say your taste has drastically improved.” Theo joked as he pointed to the Library Den. “And Gallagher’s was a wise choice.”
“Mom suggested them… also, thanks for taking over this task,” Sloan stated as they looked at the different pieces being placed together.
The new, already-installed floor-to-ceiling bookcase was being stocked by some female; while a solid oak desk was rearranged to sit near the bay windows that overlooked the backyard and provided a cliff drop and sea view.
“We lost three panthers last night,” Sloan stated, turning to his father.
The older Sloan got, the more he agreed that he was a carbon copy of his father. Both identical in height, complexion, and mannerism, though his father has been more carefree since retiring.
“Shit… this isn’t how I envisioned your first year as Alpha, son.”
“Me neither,” Sloan said as they walked back to the foyer.
Sloan sensed and ignored Elizabeth as she slowly descended from the second floor. She tried to get his attention but failed. She huffed in frustration and stormed out of the house.
“We will see you at the council meeting in a few hours, dad… Tristan, Declan, and I are heading over to the Panthers’ territory.”
Sloan can feel the unasked questions his father was dying to ask, but the sound of a motorbike revving filled the air.
“That would be Declan,” Tristan stated the obvious. Sloan rolled his eyes and motioned a pack member over.
“Sally, have someone tend to my rooms… the bed needs to be thoroughly detailed and the current sheets can be removed and burnt.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Wow, burning of sheets? Liz must really be losing her oral skills.” Tristan tested.
Usually, a comment like that will enraged him, but Sloan simply shrugged his shoulders not caring while their father smiled brightly. Declan walked into the house just as Theo announced.
“It’s beginning.”
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