Page 2 of Sold to the Alpha Wolf

What on earth was he doing here? Wolves rambling through foreign territory was dangerous, forbidden for the most part.

His long hair stylized at the back left the strong column of his neck and shoulders exposed. My attention flicked back to his deep emerald eyes, and I realized I was staring, my mouth hanging open as I practically drooled.

“You’re a—”

He smirked, his gleaming white teeth bright against his deeper skin tone. “As are you.”

I nodded, unsure what else to do. His smile remained fixed for a few moments, but then he leaned forward across the bar, snagging a napkin from the rack at the other side. As he wiped away the remaining liquid and fallen ice from my drink, he spoke under his breath.

“You’re not supposed to be here, Omega.”

My heart kicked. I knew my station, but I didn’t think I’d still hold the scent profile of a wolf so clearly without the ability to shift into one. He was close to me as he continued to clean the mess, and suddenly, it solidified in my mind that he wasn’t from my pack.

Shit, what does that mean? I’m not supposed to fraternize with other packs. I could be punished severely for this.

My brain was scrambling like an egg as I tried to keep up with this new development. I’d never spoken with anyone outside of the Collins pack. Part of me had even wondered if other wolf packs even existed. We kept ourselves so separate from one another.

“Neither are you.”

He looked up at me, and the second those green eyes hit me, I had to clench my thighs. The guy was too damn gorgeous, and the darkness behind his stare as he gazed at me was too much to handle. No one looked at me like that. I was the sorry wolfless excuse of a Collins, destined to work myself to death for the pack. I wasn’t even good enough to be a breeding option.

“I can go wherever I please, Omega.” His stare bored into me, and I lowered my head. “Were you sent here?”

Without looking back up at him, I nodded. “Yes. Supplies. We need things to take care of the household.”

“And the bar?” Flicking my eyes up, I could see the quirk of his brow as he smirked at me.

“I…I wanted to sit down,” I stammered, my heart beating against my ribs like it wanted to break free. “To…”

“Enjoy a nice drink?” The alpha’s voice was pure velvet, and it forced my gaze to meet his fully.

Those green eyes were haunting, and as we took a moment, breathing in each other’s scent and learning everything we could from our wolven senses, something deep inside me clicked. A light switch getting flicked on in the dark.

I belong to him. He’s mine.

At once, my pulse flared into a desperate rhythm, and every bit of me ached like I might fall apart under the weight of his stare. My hand moved toward his without thinking, and a low hum started in my blood that ran all the way down to my core.

Oh no. This is bad. He can’t be. But…oh, shit.

The alpha was staring at me with an ever-increasing intensity behind his eyes, and I fucking shivered like an idiot. His fingers clenched where they rested on the bar, and I heard him suck in a desperate breath of air.

“Roses and almonds.”

My scent. He’d pinned it down perfectly, and I’d never been told by anyone aside from my parents when I was young what I smelled like. It felt odd and intimate to have him zeroing in on my natural fragrance and clearly enjoying it.

Shuddering in my own breath, I tracked his again. “Leather and pine.”

Whispering, my voice little more than a tiny whimper, I moved my hand closer to his, unable to stop myself.

Then his hand shot out and grabbed me by the wrist. The alpha dragged me off the bar stool and toward the back door, his grip iron and his steps purposeful. My boots clicked against the concrete floor, my coat still hanging from the back of my chair.

I didn’t pay. Oh, Gods, what’s happening?

Electricity buzzed through me at the contact. He was my…mate. I could feel it, and the moment he’d touched me, that invisible contract had been signed if not totally sealed. I needed him like I needed air, and enemy pack or not, I knew that I would do anything he asked.

Which is a fucking problem, considering you are a wolfless no one, and he is the enemy. Shit. This is so bad.

As he pulled me outside and around the door to the side of the building, he pinned me against the wall, the rough surface digging into me through the fabric of my shirt. A low growl reverberated up through his chest, and wetness pooled between my legs. His arms created a cage around me as the alpha towered over my inferior height. Breathing deep, his nose came to the side of my neck, nuzzling through my messy locks and dragging up my skin to my ear.

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