An Alpha's Vixen

MYRA

What a day! I’ve been feeling strange waves of hot spells all day, Myra thought as she lugged a couple of shopping bags up the front step of her twin sister’s house, sweat trickling down her back.

“Thank goodness, another person. Please tell me you have come to save me from myself,” Myrielle cried as she opened the front door and pulled Myra in for a tight hug.

It was somewhat difficult and uncomfortable with her massive pregnant belly in the way.

“Why are you on your feet? You should be on bed rest, sister darling.”

Myrielle pouted while Myra laughed, ushering for them to go inside.

“Please don’t tell Benji. Umm, where’s your Jeep? You look like a drenched puppy.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, sis. As for my Jeep, it’s still in the garage. I wish Megan would stop screwing Baron long enough for him to do his job.”

Myra smiled as she placed the shopping bags on the kitchen counter. She headed straight for the fridge, pulling out a bottle of ice-cold water.

“I hope I got everything you wanted… Thinking about baking a cake in your condition?” Myra quizzed her.

“Ummm…,” Myrielle stuttered. She looked guilty before squealing as she unpacked a jar of vanilla frosting and Nutella. “You are a godsend. Hand me that jar of pickles from the back of the fridge, please?”

“What are you…,” Myra started to ask as she handed Myrielle the jar while resting the cool bottle of water against her hot skin.

Myrielle took out a pickle, sucked the juices off of it, then stuck it first into the Nutella, then into the frosting.

“You wouldn’t…? Oh God, you did.” Myra gagged. Myrielle rolled her eyes back as she slowly chewed the strange combination of foods.

“Your pregnancy cravings are disgusting.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it. By the way, what’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know. I was fine just before school started this morning. However, twenty minutes into my first session, I started feeling queasy. It’s like I was experiencing hot flashes.”

“Hot flashes? Like in waves? Almost to the point where you feel the need to rip your clothes off and hump every adult male in sight?”

“Y-yes?”

Myrielle dropped the pickle and started laughing hysterically. At first, Myra stared at her twin in confusion, but the longer, louder, and harder Myrielle laughed, the more her confusion turned to panic.

“Hey, you’ll laugh that pup right out of you. Stop it.”

“It’s not hot flashes, dummy. You’re in heat.”

Myra stared blankly at her twin sister before laughing herself. She grabbed onto her stomach, doubling over, trying to breathe and control herself.

“Me? In heat? Apart from the weird pregnancy cravings, you clearly also have pregnancy brain,” Myra said as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Trust me, I remember the first time I went into heat. It was just before Benji and I met—” Myrielle stopped suddenly and grabbed Myra’s shoulders. “Oh my God, your mate! They must be nearby.”

“I am not in heat,” insisted Myra, “I must just be coming down with something. And stop all this crazy talk about mates. Geez, misery seriously loves company.”

“I’m so happy for you. You’re gonna be mated.”

“No, I’m getting sick…and possibly wasted. Megan is forcing me to go to the club tonight, and I need a pair of shoes to complement my outfit.”

“In heat and clubbing…stock up on condoms!” Myrielle shouted as Myra left the kitchen.

“Drinks, you horny pregnant weirdo…only drinks and possibly lots of dirty dancing…so please shut up.”

Myra rolled her eyes as she entered Myrielle and Benji’s bedroom, heading straight for the closet. Myrielle had a wall of shoes of varying heights and colors.

“Sure…drinks.”

“You know you’re pregnant, right? Some of these shoes should be illegal for someone in your condition,” Myra said, shaking her head disapprovingly.

“Are you sure you want to borrow a pair? They’re the reason I’m in this condition.”

Myrielle smiled brightly as she climbed onto the bed, rubbing her protruding stomach.

“Promise me you’ll be safe out there tonight,” said Myrielle, “all these attacks are really freaking me out.”

“Of course I’ll be safe,” replied Myra. “You just need to worry about that little pup in there, I’ll be fine.”

As Myra tried on different shoes, inspecting each pair in the mirror, she tried to picture the man from her dreams, but his face was still just out of reach. The now-familiar heat radiated through her body.

SLOAN

Sloan stood under his shower, letting the cold water cascade down his chiseled body. He tried to forget his strange day. Particularly his brief conversation with his father that morning.

“What do you mean ‘it’s beginning’?” Sloan asked his father.

“You will see…” Theo chuckled at his son as he walked away, now howling with laughter.

All day I’ve been sexually frustrated, and my wolf was just as uneasy and restless. You would think sitting in a meeting with a room filled with pack elders would help curb this surge of sexual hunger I’ve been feeling.

No matter what I do, my hard-on refuses to go away.

He looked down and there it was, his immovable erection, hard as a fucking rock, refusing to go away.

Maybe I should call Eliz…

But before he could finish the thought, his wolf grunted in dissatisfaction and disgust. His cock deflated, but only for a moment.

“What do you want from me?” he growled, punching the shower wall in frustration. His knuckles immediately started bleeding before the healing process stopped it.

He rinsed the blood off his hand and gazed at the red bruises before they too disappeared.

“WHAT?!” he called out angrily as someone briefly tapped on his bathroom door.

“Get dressed, princess…we’re going clubbing,” Tristan called from the bedroom.

“Yes, my queen!” he replied, switching off the water. Random pussy, just what I need.

Once again, his wolf shuddered in disgust at the thought. Shut the fuck up…do you have a better idea?

Forty-five minutes later, Sloan met up with Tristan and Declan in the foyer. They were all dressed in designer suits. Sloan had a dark-gray suit with a white button-down shirt open at the neck. Tristan opted for a brown suit and a French-blue button-down shirt. Declan was in his usual all-black.

Declan was issuing orders to a group of pack members, all shifters of different species. Each was tasked with protecting the territory’s perimeter tonight; they were to report anything suspicious.

“Dismissed...” he said, ushering them away.

The group saluted him and broke off into pairs as they left the house.

“Where’s your cockblocker?” Declan asked sweetly.

“Not coming...” Sloan shrugged as he used the entryway mirror to tie his hair up into a messy man bun. Tristan threw his arm over his brother’s shoulder.

“He’s finally seen the light...and has returned to the other side.”

“About bloody time. First round is on me.” Declan smirked.

“I know you all didn’t like her, but you don’t need to be so damn happy about it.”

Declan carried on like Sloan hadn’t just spoken. “Fucking ecstatic! That wolf is as toxic as the toxic fallout in Chernobyl. I am just glad you are finally free of her poison, and I hope you have officially welcomed back your balls.”

“Fuck off.”

“Let the hunt begin.” Tristan cheered.

Tonight is going to be terrible. My wolf just won’t cooperate like he used to. Apparently even the sexiest woman on earth won’t do it for him today. He wants something more, something special.