Page 1 of Flock This

Chapter One

When exactly had I become a dildo delivery girl?

Sure, delivering anything would crush a person’s soul after a while, but bringing someone orgasms struck me as the lowest level of job satisfaction.

Back when I first started as a courier, I told myself that the work mattered. I delivered treaty offers and other vital pieces of information that kept the spirit world running.

Years of dealing with assholes had kicked such optimism in the ovaries.

One such asshole, the man in front of me, Erik, held up the thick vibrator I’d just delivered to him with an arrogant smirk on his lips.

I hate werewolves. They tended to think they were far better than they were.

What made it worse was that they were annoyingly good. If the man wasn’t a complete and total asshole, he’d be an ideal specimen. He was built, as they usually were, and had dark-brown hair matched with honey eyes. He had a come-hither look that could almost make me forget what a colossal fuckwit he was.

At least until he shook the dildo, the oversized monstrosity jiggling in a way that was decidedly unsexy. “I ordered it for you, birdy. Thought if you finally got a good seeing to, you wouldn’t be such a bitch anymore.”

I should stay quiet. I should keep my mouth shut because pissing off a werewolf won’t lead to anything good.

After giving myself that very good advice, I promptly ignored it and offered him a smile. “Thanks for worrying about me. It’s probably for the best if I take it with me. I mean, what would happen if your girlfriend saw it and realized you’ve been lying to her about what average is?”

A spark of electricity sizzled through the air and darkness bled into his eyes. “I wonder if someone put you in your place, if you’d stay put.” He came forward and flashed his sharp teeth, leaning in.

My heart fluttered, a moment of fear hitting me.

Toying with werewolves was a horrible idea and yet that little part of me that had changed me, that had made me what I now was, seemed to love doing it.

“One of these days, that mouth will kill you,” came an exasperated deep voice I knew well.

And Erik recognized it, too, given how he huffed out a breath as Galen, the alpha, calmed him.

Galen looked at the dildo Erik still held and lifted his eyebrow.

Erik stammered, then rushed off without any additional explanation. Really, was there any good way to explain why he had that? Besides, a person carrying a hilariously oversized sex toy somehow struggled to look intimidating or be taken seriously.

Once Erik had gone, Galen turned his gaze on me. “You have protection because you’re a courier and people know what will happen if they hurt you. If you annoy them too much, though, it won’t hold.”

“Go lecture him,” I snapped. “I’m just trying to do my job, and he’s ordering things just to annoy me.”

“So?”

At his question, I crossed my arms, waiting for whatever brilliantly useless piece of advice Galen wanted to impart to me. Was this what happened when Spirits got old? They lectured people even when we didn’t want to hear it? What was next, stories that probably never happened?

Would it happen to me someday?

He kept speaking, probably because he knew whatever I was thinking would only annoy him more. “You’re paid for your delivery work. If he wants to waste his own money mailing joke packages, you still get your paycheck.”

Which was true, I guessed.

I wasn’t quite ready to give in, though, so I blew out a hard breath. “I hate this job.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Fine, I don’t. I just hate that everyone looks at me like that’s all I am.”

Galen gestured for me to follow him into his house. Why the other wolf had his things delivered here, I didn’t know. Probably because he knew if it was addressed to the alpha’s home, I’d be the one to deliver it. Few couriers had access to places this important, after all.

I would have figured that as the top alpha in the entire country, Galen would have lived in a pretentious mansion. Instead, his house was a modest little two-story three bedroom, two bath, all set up with everything except a white picket fence.

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