Page 3 of Possessive Alpha

I whip my head around. My shoulder-length dark brown hair momentarily blinds me as I silence my increasingly vocal wolf, who wants nothing more than to rub herself over Ty Logan.

As she should because, somehow, impossibly, I’ve stumbled into the one person I never expected to find, least of all here.

My mate.

CHAPTER 2

Ty Logan must have a compass that clues him in on where to find me at all times of the day because he never fails to track me down, no matter where I am.

Usually, he likes to take the seat across from mine at the dining table, paying more attention to me than whatever is on his plate.

There are so many places to hang out here. Most of my packmates like to relax in the den or the kitchen. There’s something about food and comfy cushions that will always draw us shifters like moths to a flame.

I love the polished oak wood, rustic high beams, and how, no matter what time it is, delicious scents waft from the kitchen. Most days, I hear the low hum of Jackson’s voice merging with Regan’s husky laugh from his office just off the hallway.

Even when someone is yelling at a fumbling football player in the den, it’s still a restful place to be. Noisy, but it’s the right kind of noise. The type that reminds me I have people around me, and that I’m not alone.

That I’m safe.

When I’m not with Clara, I’m outside in the kitchen garden.

Soon after Clara and I arrived, Elin, a quiet platinum blonde shifter with large dark eyes, complained about something eating the spinach leaves. I remembered something my mom told me years ago.

Some bugs, so small you can barely see them burrow into the leaves and eat them from the inside out. Those leaves are never safe to eat.

Mom told me so many things that I thought I’d forgotten so long ago, which soon came pouring out when I took a walk around the kitchen garden. I saw ways I could improve it. Pests I knew how to remove. Food unsafe to eat.

My fingers itched with the need to take over and turn a vibrant green garden into something big enough to feed an entire pack. I could do it. I knew I could.

More than that, I wanted to.

Before I knew it, I was taking over more and more of the responsibility in the garden because Regan was sending anyone who had questions to me.

And then suddenly, it was my space. Rain or shine, I found an excuse to go outside and check everything was growing okay. Maybe because I’ve never stuck around anywhere long enough to watch anything grow, but it felt like my space.

It still does.

It’s the afternoon, the day after I ran from Ty, and I’m outside looking for Clara. She likes to go off on her own, terrifying me that something will happen to her while I’m not there to watch over her.

She’s twenty-two, so not exactly a kid, but she’s my little sister and it’s my job to look out for her. If I don’t do it, then who will?

“How long do you intend to pretend you don’t feel it?” Ty calls out.

I jump and spin around, marveling at the accuracy of Ty’s compass that always points to me. I also take a second to admire the alpha with pretty eyes and shaved dark blond hair leaning against the back porch railing because Ty Logan knows how to fill a pair of denim jeans like no one I’ve ever seen.

With my little sister ignoring my yells, I figure she must be inside and head for the house. Ty and I are the only ones outside, and I have a feeling he intends to take full advantage.

I take a step up the porch.

Approximately two seconds later, Ty has me pinned to the side of the house, his thighs caging me in.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I put my hands on a chest that feels like solid titanium and push. “Move.”

He lowers his head.

Thinking he’s getting ready to kiss me, I panic. But I don’t push him away again as I know I should. I freeze.

His lip brushes the shell of my ear when he says, “Mate.”

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