Alpha's Regret: His Wrongful Rejection

“If you’re just gonna stand there, you may as well help.” No reaction. I sigh and go back to work. Pritchard’s been shadowing Nia since they mated. I should be used to a dude skulking around in the background at this point. Shivers keep running up my spine, though, and tickling the back of my…

He doesn’t move. He lets his arms hang at his sides. The only sign of what we were just doing is his rapid breathing and his wolf’s bass rumble. “I’m not presenting in a storage closet.” “I would not expect you to.” The Cadoc Collins who kissed me is gone. The uptight alpha heir is…

“Boss? You coming?” Derwyn calls from safely around the corner. I see boredom has won out against his sense of self-preservation. I do need to go—I have to—but it’s not easy to drag myself away from the tin can on a floating dock. It’s only biology, the male instinct to guard his property. Rosie’s still…

I tense, and everything aches. I can’t sleep on that ledge another night. “She’s not to be fucked with.” It’s as simple as that. “All due respect, man, but—” He casts me a wary look. “It’s kind of the opposite.” “Explain.” “I mean, you see it yourself. Everyone knows she’s something to you. You might…

My wolf is a dark outline behind glass as thick as blocks of ice. “What do you mean?” “You know what I mean.” “You’ve seen my wolf.” Once a year or so, Moon Lake and Quarry Pack will run together under a full moon, mostly as an excuse to see some different folks naked. Killian…

I type and then delete an order not to take pictures of her ass. What is she doing? He sends another picture. She’s squatting. Idk, boss. This. I put my phone down before I throw it, and Seth and I drive in silence until we cross into Moon Lake territory. I’m on edge, every nerve…

I head for the back row, and everything’s normal. Female voices echo off the low ceilings. Metal locker doors slam. I peel off my shirt and hesitate for just a second. The cool air is amazing against my clammy skin. “Now,” a female snaps. They’re on me before I can scent them. They grab my…

A cool shadow falls on my back. The asphalt crunches. A heavy hand lays on my shoulder blade. I shiver. “Rosie?” I stiffen. Cadoc sighs. “I’m going to pick you up, Rosie.” He lifts me, curled in my ball, gently tossing me once so I settle against his chest, cradling me in his arms like…

The muscle at his left temple twitches. I poke a little more because that’s not all of it. Not by far. And I’m riveted. He also wants to look at me. He wants me to drop my arms and arch my back to lift my breasts like an offering. He wants me to sit back…

I seize the bond and tug. He trips forward a few steps. I watch the emotions flit across his face. Surprise. Alarm. Curiosity. The bond tugs in my chest. It’s not a violent yank, it’s more like a steady pull, urging me along. I stagger. He grins. It’s quick, a flash of straight, white teeth,…