A Vixen's Human: An Alpha's Vixen Story

MEGAN

Megan was frozen to the spot.

What was wrong with her? She should run to her friend’s side. She should try to do whatever she could to save her.

Just as she took her first step forward, two doctors rushed into the room. She could tell they were wolves. No human doctors moved with that speed.

They hurried to Myra’s bedside and began to work.

Megan watched them removing cables and twiddling dials. One of them had to restrain Myra.

After what seemed to Megan like hours, Myra finally stopped twitching. The line on the screen began to bounce again with a steady beep beep beep.

The doctors stepped back and wiped the sweat from their brows.

“Well?” asked Megan, her heart still pounding in her chest.

“She’ll be fine,” said one of the pack doctors. They checked a few more numbers on one of the screens above Myra’s bed and traipsed out of the room.

Megan looked at Declan, her face full of relief. She was so glad her friend was okay that she almost didn’t hate his guts.

But instead of looking relieved, he was smirking.

“What?” she asked defensively.

“It’s getting uncomfortable,” he chuckled.

He flicked his eyes down, and Megan followed his gaze to their hands.

Megan was gripping his hand so tightly that it was going white. She must have grabbed it when Myra first flatlined.

Ugh! Gross. She ripped her hand away and shot Declan a disgusted look.

Then she hurried out of the room. She had to take a cold shower to calm down. Then she could get this infuriating man out of her head, once and for all.

***

DECLAN

She giggled when he tossed her backward onto the bed.

He groaned and reached his hand between her smooth, pink thighs.

Pushing them apart, he was greeted with the main event: her glistening sex.

He almost came just from the sight. He’d never seen anything quite so beautiful.

He grunted as if in pain and fumbled with the zipper of his pants.

He needed to be inside of her. Now.

With four final pumps, Declan was overcome by his orgasm.

As a fountain of seed splashed onto his abs, he lay back on his pillow, panting heavily.

Fuck. This was the fifth time he’d jerked off to thoughts of her in the week since they’d met.

To make matters worse, he hadn’t bedded another woman in all that time.

It wasn’t right. He wasn’t some lovesick puppy who pined after girls or any of that crap. He was a fuckin’ stud and brought two or three she-wolves to his bed in a week, sometimes all at once.

But since he’d first laid eyes on that infuriating human, his bear wouldn’t let him think about any other women, let alone fuck them.

The idea of looking at any other woman’s pussy was like looking at a small dead thing.

Whereas Megan’s pussy… He felt himself getting hard again.

Stop it! It couldn’t be. This human could be his mate for all he knew, and he wasn’t going there. He’d promised himself as much many decades ago when his father…

Don’t think about that, said a voice in the back of his head, and he shook the thought from his mind.

No, whether or not she could be his mate, it was best that he keep that door closed.

Plus, she seemed to hate him as much as he pretended to hate her.

His bear whined at the thought.

Just then, his phone buzzed, shaking him out of his revelry.

Declan groaned. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Myra.

She was sweet and kind, and he’d been overjoyed when she had recovered from the rogue attack and Sloan announced they were mates.

But her and Sloan’s claiming ceremony was this weekend, effectively making it impossible for him to stay away from Megan.

She was over at the pack house every damn day.

He grabbed a dirty shirt from his floor and used it to wipe his mess off his six-pack.

Then he responded to Sloan.

***

Driving Myra around had been a pretty pleasant experience, all told.

She was a sweet girl, and Declan especially appreciated her taste in music.

After a number of stops, Myra asked him to pull into a car dealership to check on her Jeep. He pulled into the dealership and turned off the car.

Then he looked over at her incredulously.

“Why do you need to worry about your old Jeep?” Declan asked. “You’re the omega now. You won’t need to drive anywhere.”

“I’m going to need my own car. I’m not just going to be dependent on Sloan for everything,” she responded, raising an eyebrow.

Declan considered her. He liked that she spoke her mind.

She really would make a good luna for the pack.

“Hey, I love me an independent woman, Luna. Why don’t I, your dependent beta, go inquire about the car for you?”

“No,” Myra said, opening her car door, “It’s been weeks, and they still don’t have the part. I think the mechanic, Baron, is taking me for a ride, but I can’t be sure.

“Plus, he and Megan are sleeping together, so I have to be nice.”

Suddenly, Declan saw red. His heart was pounding in his chest.

He’d been so busy thinking about his own inability to bed other women that he hadn’t even thought if she had the same affliction.

Before he knew what he was doing, Declan wrenched open the door and stormed across the parking lot.

He marched right over to the man Myra had pointed out and grabbed him around the throat.

“What the fuck, dude,” the man blanched.

“You’re Baron, aren’t you,” Declan growled, fighting his bear, who was at that moment trying to burst out and rip this man’s head off.

Baron nodded nervously as if wishing he was anybody else.

Declan calmed himself down slightly, tucking his bear back into his subconscious.

“My friend needs her car fixed. You have one hour. So stop fucking around,” he stated simply.

Baron glanced over at Myra, who was still sitting in the car.

His eyes went wide, and he nodded frantically.

Baron snapped at a passing mechanic.

“Let’s make that Jeep a number one priority.” The mechanic nodded and scurried off.

Feeling his temper bubbling just below boiling, Declan lowered Baron to his feet.

“Have the Jeep detailed, washed, and waxed as well,” he added as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He glanced at the screen, quickly sent a text, and pocketed the device again.

But his bear wouldn’t let the man go without a warning. He grabbed his neck again and jerked him forward so that he could whisper into his ear.

“One last thing. Stay…the fuck…away…from Megan. Do you understand me?” he warned him in a low menacing voice.

Baron gulped, trembling like a leaf.

What did Megan see in that worm, anyway? Declan wondered as he stomped back to the car.

“It’ll be ready in an hour,” he said to Myra, then turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot, the mechanics gaping behind him.

Myra was quiet for most of the drive home, but Declan noticed a small smirk playing across the corners of her face.

She was a smart one, he could tell. He knew she was going to say something about his behavior at the mechanic. Finally, she spoke.

“Umm…are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he snapped, putting his foot down on the gas.

“And I’m a Pomeranian pup. All of a sudden, your panties seem to be in a tight knot and inserted up your ass.”

“You aren’t luna yet.”

“The hickeys say I am. Just so you know, Megan’s a free spirit... and very, very, very human.”

“She doesn’t fully understand our ways. Being possessive and all caveman-like with her wouldn’t produce the same results as with shifters.”

Declan chewed his inner lip and looked at Myra in the back seat.

Caveman, thought Declan. ~That’s exactly how I feel around her.~

And this caveman is going to give her a piece of his mind...

***

MEGAN

“Et voilà!” Megan slid the tray of cupcakes onto the kitchen table.

They were beauties, some of her best work.

She didn’t always cook, but when she did, she went all out. Like these cupcakes.

Tonight was one of the last nights before Sloan and Myra’s claiming ceremony, and all the women were hunkering down at Myra’s house for a preclaiming. No males allowed.

In honor of the occasion, Megan had made these delicious vanilla cupcakes with coconut frosting, each adorned with a tiny flag that read “Congrats Myra + Sloan.”

“That’s lovely,” smiled Sian, Sloan’s mother.

Megan had been introduced to the female members of Sloan’s family earlier today, and she loved them already.

She had been chatting away with Sloan’s sister Brin for most of the afternoon, so much so that she’d almost allowed the cupcakes to burn.

“They’re home,” shouted Brin now, hurrying back into the kitchen, dragging Myra behind her. Megan sniffed the air, which was suddenly thick with the smell of mint chocolate.

Her eyes moved to the kitchen door as if drawn there by a magnet. She felt all the breath leave her chest in an instant.

There he was, standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, the same icy expression on his face he’d worn every other time they’d crossed paths in the last week.

Since their accidental hand-holding last week, she’d tried to avoid him. But whenever they were in the same room, it was as if her eyes were magnetically drawn to him.

She fucking hated it.

“You’re not allowed here,” she said in a clipped voice. “You men are having your own festivities at the pack house. Shoo.”

Declan merely glowered.

Then Megan noticed him exchange a glance with Myra. He softened slightly.

“Would you come with me, please?” he asked, with the air of somebody trying to be polite.

What could he possibly want with her? Megan felt her heart racing, but she nodded and followed him outside the house into the woods near the driveway.

The moment they were alone, he rounded on her, fury in his eyes.

“You’re fucking the mechanic?”

W-What? It took Megan a moment to figure out what he was saying. Then she felt anger flare inside her. ~How dare he?~

“So what if I am?”

He looked physically sick.

“He’s a worthless piece of trash,” Declan choked out.

“So? You and I aren’t together. It’s really none of your business.”

For a moment, Megan was afraid he might shift right then and there.

Then, in an instant, he lunged forward and pinned her against a tree.

He was surprisingly gentle, his strong hands holding her steady. She felt goosebumps burst along her arms at his touch.

“It’s dangerous out there. Myra was attacked last week. Rogues are out there attacking us, and you’re fucking random humans.”

Megan laughed, earning a deep growl from Declan. “In case you forgot, I’m human too. Rogue wars have nothing to do with me.”

“You’re connected to the pack,” he retorted. “If they’re attacking us, they’ll have no problem attacking you.”

But Megan had had enough of this. She knew what was really on this beta’s mind.

She’d seen it enough in her clients at work.

The glint in their eyes. The hitch in their voice. The strength of their grip.

“That’s not what this is about,” said Megan with a sugary smile.

She leaned in so her lips were inches from his.

“If you want to be the one to fuck me, I’m right here. Fuck me.”