Alpha King's Daughter

GIANNA

I strolled up to the bouncer, smiling confidently. “Hello, Remi!” I waited for the girls to catch up before nodding to the ropes. “Fancy helping a girl out and letting my girls and me in?”

I flashed my most dazzling smile at him. I didn’t need to see them to know my eyes sparkled at him.

He blushed. “Of course, Miss Gray.” He lifted the ropes to let my girls and me past him. They giggled and walked in ahead of me, mumbling their thank-yous as they passed.

I smiled again. “Remi, please. It’s Gianna. Send my love to Anabelle and your pups,” I said, walking in past him. Piece of cake for several reasons.

Number one was Remi was a fellow wolf, and therefore he knew exactly who I was. As Emily had stated, I was in fact royalty.

And number two was I was something of a self-professed wild child and may have been a regular here on occasion… Okay! A lot!

Walking through the archway and down the stairs, I had a quick look around. The place was packed with both wolves and humans.

Not all humans knew that wolves like us existed. The ones that did found the haze kinky and tended to stick around. Some wolves actually mated with humans, but that was another story.

I nodded happily to myself, checking out the lights that bounced off the walls and looking over at the bar packed to the brim with people looking for drinks. This was gonna be a good night!

We checked our coats and headed straight for the bar “Shots—come on!” Emily squealed, handing out pink shots.

“Emily, what is this?” Liv asked.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s alcohol, Liv. Come on, drink up!” I said, shooting my shot and ordering another round.

Typical Liv. Always so cautious. She wasn’t as wild as Emily and I. Hell, Emily wasn’t even as wild as I was.

I could outdrink any man—well, any human man.

I’d never tried it, but I was pretty sure if I took on a male wolf, considering our healing abilities, I would come very close to dying from alcohol poisoning.

If I miraculously managed to survive, then my father would kill me for doing it in the first place. So, in reality, totally not worth it! I was definitely a hit with the humans, though!

Four rounds of shots later, we ordered a cocktail each and found a table. “Ready, set, DOWN,” Emily roared, and we all downed our cocktails as fast as possible.

Shit! Brain freeze! After we squealed like idiots for about two minutes until our brains had decided to get a grip on reality, I checked out the floor and decided I wanted to dance.

“Come on, let’s dance!” I grabbed the girls’ hands and led them to the dance floor. Tonight I wanted to let loose and forget everything.

I may not have hazed like the other wolves, but I was still a woman. I still had needs.

I’d never actually had sex per se. I was saving that for my mate, but I’d fooled around with a few guys when I was younger.

By fooled around, I mean a couple of kisses, a boob squeeze, and a cheeky dry hump or two. Well, until I was about fourteen—no, actually, fifteen.

That was before Diego started beating the crap out of every guy who even looked in my direction before I turned sixteen, which was when wolves experienced their first haze.

Obviously, no one knew then that I couldn’t actually feel a haze, but that still didn’t stop him. “You’re bringing too much attention, G,” he’d say, concerned.

“Another headline about your partying. Father will kill you when he sees this. I’m just looking out for you, G; can’t you see?”

I always knew he meant well, but we both knew the truth. I was always Dad’s favorite. I was a daddy’s girl and wasn’t even gonna deny it.

I was the only girl, and Dad loved it. “My pride and joy, my wild child, my little princess” was how he always introduced me, and my siblings hated it.

I danced with my girls, moving my hips to the beat of the music and circling my arms above my head. I wanted to just get lost in the moment.

“G! Mind if we dance over there? No wolf would dare go near you after, you know…Diego.” I opened my eyes and saw Emily flinch at the question, waiting for my response.

I sighed. Of course she was right. There was an empty circle around me; no one would dare touch me.

My brother saw to that, which meant when they were with me, no one would dare touch them simply because of association.

He didn’t care if you so much as dared to breathe the same air as me; you got a beating, and he was savage about it too.

“Yeah, babe, course.” Emily looked relieved. She hugged me and scooted over to Liv and two wolves; the haze season had begun, so the girls were on the hunt for their mates.

They’d already had their casual fucks for the season, but every wolf wanted to find their mate, the one they’d spend the rest of their lives with, the one they were solely connected to in body, mind, and spirit.

I closed my eyes again and tried to lose myself in the music, but it was hopeless. My mind was racing. How could I ever find my mate if no one would even be near me?

I was about to go get a drink when I felt hands snake around my waist. I tensed up. I didn’t know why; reflex, I guessed.

I felt hot breath against my ear. “Mind if I have this dance?” he purred.

Shit, this guy is brave. Maybe he doesn’t know who I am. Maybe he’s a blow-in and better yet, doesn’t know who Diego is.

I smiled and nodded, still not turning around. I ground my hips in a circular motion against his. I felt his grip tighten around me and heard his breath hitch as he pulled me closer.

A quick, sly sniff told me he was a wolf.

Hmm, this could be interesting.

Wolves never touched me because of—well, you already know… Diego.

I wrapped my arms around his neck behind me and pulled his lips to mine. He needed no further instruction; he put his mouth on my neck, kissing and exploring it.

It felt nice; we ground to the music, his hands clutching my hips to him tightly. We did this for three songs, and I felt his bulge against me and smiled to myself.

I’d felt it starting halfway through song one and all of song two, but now there was no denying it was there.

I ground into him harder, swirling my hips more, throwing in a body roll just to keep it interesting. It was pretty fun; I was really getting into it when something hit me that I’d never felt before.

I shot up straight and froze in the middle of the dance floor, eyes wide as a molten-hot wave descended my whole body.

My hairs stood up, giving me goosebumps as the heat traveled down, and my nipples stood at attention as it moved slowly down to… I gulped and closed my eyes… My sex.

My panties were already wet. Is this it? My first haze? Is this what the haze feels like?

I racked my brains, trying to remember what the girls had said about when they got it. They’d always said the same thing—the heat, the goosebumps, the need for cool air and freedom.

I needed to get out of there. I bolted.

I ran out of the club and down the street. I couldn’t take this heat. I needed to go somewhere, anywhere. I needed a release.

Shit.

Shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

Oh man.

Shiiit.

I came to a stop at the woods by my house. Shit, I didn’t even think I’d run that far.

Would I make it to my bedroom? What if someone saw me? Dad would have a bitch fit, probably murder someone. I shook my head. I couldn’t think about that now. I needed to strip.

I started unbuttoning my shirt, my hands shaking. My sex was pulsing. I felt like I was suffocating in my clothes.

Oh dear God, is this it? I had just gotten the final button of my shirt open when I heard a soft whisper behind me.

“Gianna.”

I spun around, eyes wide, and there he was—the guy from the club. He must be…my mate…