Page 5 of Wolf Traded
Mike nods smiling as he sets two menus down in front of us and takes our drink order. Even sitting in the back of the pub I feel eyes on me. It’s as if everyone in the building is watching me closely and I hate it.
“Maybe this was a bad idea.” I mumble under my breath. I hate the way they are staring. Not all of it is hatred for me or envy that I’m going to mate the alpha some of the stares are curious. It still doesn’t stop my skin from crawling.
“You just going to be a hermit the rest of your life because people are staring at you?” Mom asks with a grin.
“No, I’m gonna be a hobbit. That sounds like a good life to me.” She laughs out loud at my ridiculous comment. Shaking my head I laugh along with her. It feels good to be silly and ridiculous while I still can. I have a feeling that in a few days, I won’t be able to.
The door flying open cuts off our laughter almost immediately and I tilt my head in confusion. The man is huge and completely intimidating. The entire pub quiets as he lets the door close behind him with a bang. I have never seen him before but there is something about him.
“Who is that?” I whisper. He has to be one of the regional alphas but there is something intriguing in his honey brown eyes. His long black hair is pulled back in a tie and I can’t help but to stare at the man. He is absolutely gorgeous.
“What are you doing? Stop staring at that man.” Mom whispers fiercely drawing my attention to her.
“What? Who is he?” I ask peering at him through my peripheral vision.
“Archer, the alpha of the Everette Wolf Pack. He’s extremely dangerous, Jara. There are rumors that he was mated before but the girl killed herself just to get away from his cruelty. You must stay far away.”
“I’m mating with Grayson in just a few days mother. We are fated. The only time I will be near him is at official events. There is nothing to worry about.”
Mike rushes to him leading him to a booth nearby and I nearly groan as his eyes meet mine as he passes us. Those intense brown eyes seem to bore into me and I have no other option but to look away. He’s an alpha that’s for sure.
“Just be careful. He’s especially brutal and sees strength and respect above all else. You will be at official events with all the alphas you will need to act accordingly. It could start a war if you don’t.” She worries her lip nervously and for the first time I wonder if this is actually what she wants for me.
“I’ll be fine mom. I mean honestly how bad can it be?” I say but really hope I didn’t just jinx myself.
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“This time tomorrow, you’re going to be mated.” Kyle another rival alpha slaps Grayson on the shoulder as he walks into the pub that has been cleared out for the party.
There are only a few scantily clad women and the regional alphas in the place. Two women are hanging on Grayson as he knocks back the rest of his drink. This human male tradition disgusts me more and more as the night wears on.
I try not to let the disgust show on my face as he pulls one of the women into his lap and smacks her ass. Jesus. He has someone like Jara and he’s got women all over him? I’m disliking Grayson more than I ever have before. We have a tenuous peace between our packs though.
The fact that Kyle even mentions that while Grayson has another woman on his lap kissing his neck shows what kind of asshole Kyle is. “Don’t remind me tonight. I don’t want to think about it tonight.”
I nearly snort at the comment because yeah I wouldn’t want to think about my mating with a woman who wasn’t my mate sitting on my lap practically dry humping me either.
Sipping my whiskey, I sit back and observe the atrocity with as blank of an expression as I can muster.
“What about you, Archer? You find a mate yet?” He grins. He knows good and well that I haven’t. Bastard.
“No, the females here are all too weak and the ones that aren’t are mated.” I grumble. Grayson turns his head away from the woman who is practically humping his leg to glare at me.
“Jara is the only female in my pack that is strong enough to be alpha female.”
The woman on his lap stops sucking on his neck and glares at him.
“Did I tell you to fucking stop? Get me fucking hard so I can bend you over the bathroom sink in a few.” Grayson barks at her using his alpha tone.
To my complete shock and horror the woman does as he says and pulls his cock out from his pants and starts stroking him. I avert my eyes but there’s nothing I can do about the sounds. “Fuck this. Get under the table and suck me off instead.” He growls. She slides off his lap and immediately starts licking and sucking him. The sounds of slurping cause a shiver down my spine.
“Where can I get one of those?” Kyle chuckles.
“The girls are here to serve the alphas. Britany, come over here and ride Alpha Kyle’s cock.” And suddenly I have somehow stepped into a full blown alpha orgy. How on earth did this happen? The grunts and moans increase in pace and frequency when I feel a hand stoke across my shoulders.
“How would you like me to serve you, alpha?” A brunette in shorts so tight they looked painted on and a top that was no more than a sparkly bra straddles my hips. My first instinct is to throw her off me and tell Grayson what a fucking weasel he is for doing this to his fated mate the night before the ceremony, but I’m a bastard just like the rest of these assholes.
