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An Alpha's Vixen

Nauti Bear

2: Chapter Two


Sloan slid his arms into his jacket sleeves, adjusting his collar and cuffs as he mentally perused his schedule for the day.

Morning sex—check.

He glanced at the satisfied blonde tangled in his bedsheets through the reflection in the mirror.

Furniture delivery for the den and my office—ongoing.

He planned to check on them before leaving for his meetings with surrounding packs and clans in the area.

He had been the pack alpha for eight months now, ever since his father, Theo, 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 had been terrorizing shifters and humans alike.

They had been leaving a string of mutilated and murdered bodies up and down the coastline, crisscrossing different pack and clan territories.

He scanned over his appearance once again. His muscles bulged under his crisp white shirt, which stood out against his dark, olive complexion. His trousers were tailored perfectly over his muscular physique.

He pulled his wavy, black hair 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 arms around his waist, kissing 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,” Sloan responded, not believing his own excuse.

Her gentle caresses, which would have aroused him a mere hour ago, suddenly repulsed him. Even his wolf spirit unexpectedly recoiled at her touch.

“How about I give you something to remember me by until tonight?” she said, walking towards him, showing off her naked body.

He had to control his facial expression and calm his gag reflex.

“Sorry, but morning sex was more than enough,” Sloan said. He needed to remove 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 peeling her hands off 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 the schedule off his tablet. He looked up and saw Elizabeth half heartedly shielding 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. He was a little embarrassed by her being there. She had been in his bed many times before, but something was off today.

“Anyway, the panther clan was attacked last night, three dead, as well as a lone jogging human. The Council of Elders is getting worried, so they pushed their meeting to 11 a.m.”

“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.”

“Or ever,” Sloan whispered to himself as he exited the room.

“What the hell was that?” Tristan laughed as he ran to catch up with Sloan. At the age of twenty-eight, Tristan 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.

Despite his smaller body frame, while training with both Sloan and his other beta, Declan, Tristan was surprisingly strong.

“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 of furniture, while their father stood by the open front door, directing individuals around.


“Son, I must say your taste has drastically improved,” Theo joked as he pointed to the library, “and Gallagher’s was a wise choice.”

“Mom suggested them…also, thanks for taking over this task,” Sloan said as they looked at the different pieces being placed together.

The new floor-to-ceiling bookcase, already installed, was being stocked by a woman, while a solid oak desk was rearranged to sit near the bay windows that overlooked the backyard, it provided a view of the cliff drop and the sea.

“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 were identical in height, complexion, and mannerisms, though his father had become 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 Elizabeth’s presence as she slowly descended from the second floor staircase, but chose to ignore her. She tried to get his attention, but failed. She huffed in frustration and stormed out of the house. Sloan’s father glanced at his son and smirked.

“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 could feel the questions his father was dying to ask lingering between them, but the sound of a motorbike revving filled the air instead.

“That would be Declan.” Tristan stated the obvious, mostly to diffuse the tension.

Sloan rolled his eyes and motioned a pack member over.

“Sally, have someone tend to my room, the bed needs to be thoroughly cleaned and the current sheets can be removed and burned.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Wow, burning sheets? Liz must really be losing her skills.” Tristan teased.

Usually, a comment like that would enrage him, but Sloan simply shrugged his shoulders, not caring.

Theo smiled knowingly and announced, “It’s beginning…”

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