The Alpha’s Tempting Mate

“I don’t even have pearls,” I mutter, toeing off my pumps and setting my briefcase on the table as I speed dial my best friend.

“Hey, girl,” she answers. I might be boring and normal-or at least I try to be-but my bestie is cool. Her mom was a hippie, though, which is how she ended up with an outrageous name.

“Hey, Foxfire. How’s it going?”

“Trying to keep busy… you know, to keep my mind off it.” Foxfire caught her boyfriend cheating the weekend before and kicked him out. About time, but breakups suck, so I’ve appointed myself her number one cheerleader and activities coordinator until the risk of her caving and asking him back is over.

“Do you want to come to my place? We could watch Netflix and chill.” I’m ready for a bit of mind-numbing television tonight. Nothing like silly reality shows to keep my crazy visions at bay. If only it helped my headaches.

“No thanks,” Foxfire sighs.

I sense a sad spiral coming on, and scramble. “Hey, you know what we should do?”

“What?”

“Go out dancing tomorrow night. The Morphs are playing at Club Eclipse.”

“I don’t know. I don’t really feel like it.”

“Are you kidding me? They’re your favorite. You’re always telling me how good they are in concert.” Most days, I avoid clubs, bars, and any other loud spaces like my sanity depends on it. Which, given my tendency to have visions, it just might. Foxfire, you’d better appreciate this. I take a deep breath and lie my face off. “Now I really want to go.”

“You? You hate going out. Usually, I’m the one dragging you.”

“Uh, yeah, and now I miss it. I know you don’t feel like it-that’s not the point. The point is to force yourself to get out and be social.” I employ the argument she’s used on me many a time. “I’ll bet a million guys hit on you.”

Foxfire snorts. “I doubt it. But I’d love a Cosmo.”

“Me, too.” It’s my turn to sigh.

“So what’s with you? You’ve been working so much lately.”

“Yeah, the center’s been busy.”

“Lots of kids coming through the system?” The gentle sympathy in Foxfire’s tone causes my shoulders to unbunch.

“A few.”

“Well, I know you’re helping them. You almost give lawyers a good name.”

“I don’t know about that, but helping these kids is necessary. Jesus, so many of them have the most fucked-up lives. They deserve at least one person who cares representing them in the system.” I grab a sponge from the sink and wipe down the counter, even though it’s already clean. “So… I just met the guys who live next door.”

“Oh yeah?” Foxfire drags out her voice in a suggestive tone.

“No, not like that. Scary-looking guys.” I recall Garrett’s blue eyes and dimpled smile. Maybe he’s not that scary. But he definitely left me feeling flustered and off-kilter. “I don’t know. I couldn’t tell if they were intimidating me or flirting.”

“You sound interested.”

“No, definitely not.” Total lie. My hand tingles where Garrett grabbed it. A man like him would be big enough to climb like a jungle gym. Would he let me ride on top? Oh jeez. Head out of the gutter, Amber!

I don’t want him in my bed. Even though he’s probably really good. But good in bed doesn’t mean he’ll be a good neighbor. Unbidden, the image of me joining one of their all-nighters in my panties and pearls pops into my brain.

Stop it.

“Are they hot?” Leave it to Foxfire to read between the lines.

Even though I’m alone in my apartment, my cheeks grow warm. I let out a strangled chuckle. “Um… yeah. One of them was-is-whatever. But not my type. Definitely not my type.”

Garrett

I lift my palm to my face and inhale the scent still lingering from the pretty blonde human. She wore the hell out of that short fitted skirt and jacket, and as much as she wanted to project prim and proper with her hair up in a librarian hairdo, I smelled her interest. She was aroused. By me. And, when we touched hands, I felt the shock of something.

My fingers still tingle from our connection.

I smelled a little fear on her, but mostly the notes were warm and sultry, vanilla, orange and spice. My wolf didn’t want to scare her-which is a first. He usually likes throwing his weight around, and feels only impatience for human women. Why would I be interested in a human? And she definitely is all human-I went in close to be sure.

I have no idea why she made my dick so hard. Sassy little thing, pulling her uptown-girl act while her knees shook with fear. I wanted to push her up against the elevator wall, wrap those knocking knees around my waist, and plow the sauciness right out of her. I bet she’s never had a proper orgasm. I just might have to show her what it’s like to come all over my cock, my name falling from those berry lips like a prayer.

I rearrange my swelling cock in my jeans before plunking down on the leather sofa. Trey and Jared have already opened bottles of beer and stand out on the balcony, talking loudly. Probably not the best for new neighbor relations.

Maybe I’m getting too old to live with my pack brothers. My dad’s been telling me for years I needed to take a mate, act like an adult, and make the Tucson pack into something more than an MC club of mostly male shifters. We live loose and free, but the fraternity feel makes most wolves wanting to start a family move to my father’s pack in Phoenix, or out of state.

My phone rings, and I check the screen. “Hey, sis,” I answer the call.

“Hi, Garrett.” She sounds breathless. “Guess where I’m going for spring break?”

“Um… San Diego?”

“Nope.”

“Big Sur?”

“Nope, not California.”

“Where, kiddo?”

“San Carlos!”

“No.” I make my voice deep and forbidding. San Carlos is a Mexican beach town several hours south of Tucson, but, according to the news, is having trouble with drug cartels.

“Garrett, I’m not asking.” At twenty-one, my sister, Sedona-named for the beautiful Arizona town where my parents conceived her-is still the coddled baby of the family. She wants full autonomy when she demands it, and full support-financial and otherwise-the rest of the time.

I was ten when Sedona, an “oopsie-baby” was born, so she’s more like a daughter than a sister. I sharpen my tone. “Oh, you’d better be asking, or we have a big problem.” My folks only allowed Sedona to go to University of Arizona because I live close enough to watch over her. I might be an easygoing guy, but I’m still an alpha. My wolf doesn’t tolerate tests of my authority.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I was asking,” she capitulates, changing from stubborn to pleading. “Garrett, I have to go. All my friends are going. Listen. We’re not going to drive through Nogales. We found out there’s a safer route. And we’ll be in a big group. Besides, I’m not human, remember? Drug gangs can’t harm me.”

“A bullet to the head would harm anyone.”

“I’m not going to get a bullet to the head. I won’t be buying drugs, obviously, and I won’t be around places where stuff like that goes down. You’re being way too overprotective. I’m an adult, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Don’t get sassy.”

“Pleeease, Garrett? Pretty please? I have to go!”

“Tell me who’s going.”

A pro at wrapping people around her little finger, Sedona picks up on my crumbling resistance. She plows eagerly into her description of the group. Four boys, five girls, of which two are couples. All human, besides her.

If they were wolves, I’d put my foot down about the mixed genders-not that I’m old-fashioned. With humans, though, no male would be capable of overpowering my sister in any scenario. Still, a spring break beach trip sounds like it would consist of too much drinking and partying, which always results in poor decision-making.

A whoop from the balcony makes me glare at my roommates.

“I want to meet these kids,” I tell my sis.

“Garrett, please! You will totally embarrass me. That’s not fair.”

“Then my answer is no.”

She huffs into the phone. “Fine. We’ll stop by on our way out of town to say goodbye.”

Very clever. I’d be the biggest jerk on Earth to pull the plug on her trip at the last minute. My dad would do it, but not me. Which is the main reason Sedona picked a college in my town, versus going to Arizona State.

“Okay. When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow.”

“You’re calling to ask permission the night before your trip?” I growl into the phone.

“Well, I was trying to avoid the asking permission thing.” Her voice gets small.

“You’re lucky you reconsidered.” I force my hand to relax. I don’t want to break another cellphone.

“So, I can go?”

“You will not allow anyone to drive drunk at any time.”

“Right.”

“And you will never drink more than two drinks in one night.”

“Aw, come on, Garrett, you know I can drink more than that.”

“I don’t care. I’m giving you my stipulations. If you want to go, you’d better agree to them.”

“Okay, okay, I agree. What else?”

“I want a check-in text every day.”

“Got it.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I sigh. “Did you get Mexican insurance for the car?”

“Yep. We’re all set. I’ll see you in the morning. Love you, big bro. You’re the best!”

I shake my head, but smile as I hang up. Whoever mates my sister has my pity. It’s impossible to deny her anything.

“Hey, boss, you headed to the club tonight?” Trey ambles in from the balcony.

“Not tonight,” I examine my phone for cracks. Sedona brings out the protective side of me unlike any other. At least, until I met little Miss Prim ‘n Proper next door. For some reason, my wolf has already decided she’s under my protection, whether she likes it or not.

“‘Cause I was thinking about inviting our new neighbor out. See if she has a wild side.”

“No,” I growl. My phone crunches in my grip. Rage flares up out of nowhere, surprising the hell outta me. “Leave her alone.” Trey’s eyes drop to the floor. Beyond him, Jared freezes.

“Just stay away from our neighbor.” My wolf is close, making my voice husky.

“Yes, Alpha,” Both wolves bow their heads.

Instead of an explanation, another growl rises in my throat. I’m alpha. I don’t have to explain. “And no more drinking on the balcony,” I add with a glare. When I open my hand, pieces of my cell phone drop to the couch.

My anger fades as they slink away, but the feeling of satisfaction remains. My wolf is happy we protected Amber. But why? What does one little human matter to me?