Alpha's Regret: His Wrongful Rejection

Because of my hurt pride. Fucking pride. Shit. Did I shout or growl at her back then? Maybe, yes, maybe I did. Afterward. When she told me she didn’t really want me, and I was disgusted at myself and angry at her. What did I say? Horrible things. I can’t remember my exact words, but…

My pack gapes at me, blinking. They’re tired of hearing it, and I’m tired of saying it, but damned if I can stop myself. “When the smoke shed is full, and the firewood is piled high, when everyone is cared for, from the weakest to the strongest, there is no need for alphas.” “Well, Alpha,…

I hate playing Fate. After two minutes of shaking, I let the jar sit for the requisite two additional minutes. While the last of the bees give up the ghost, I survey our little kingdom. Abertha is off on her travels, so her cottage windows are shut despite the warm weather. There’s no one around…

Aunt Nola swayed. The scent of her fresh terror lashed my face. Abertha pushed her. “Go now. I can’t see to both you and the pup. Go! I’ve got her.” Her voice was as hard as stone. Aunt Nola stumbled in the direction of the stairs, and then she ran. Her bare feet left trails…

“If you mix egg and flour and leave it on the counter, is it a cake?” “No.” “To make a cake, you’ve got to mix the egg and flour and put it in the oven, and if you don’t take the egg out of the fridge, or if you don’t put the batter in the…

And it’s not the saddest thing; it doesn’t break my heart at all. I’m going to be safe. I decided. I chose. And if it doesn’t feel like a choice, no matter. I’m not trapped, I’m not hurt, and I’m not scared. And in my experience, that’s pretty much the best you can hope for….

She let me mount her even though she didn’t want me. I touched her, and the whole time, she hated it. Hated me. I’m going to puke. I take a step back. She whimpers. Every move I make is a threat. I’ve done nothing to hurt her, nothing that I didn’t have to do, and…

She’s not convinced. I have claws, she points out, not in a cocky way. Like she’s stating facts. She is better equipped to fight than I am, and even though she’s bone weary, survival always comes first. We’re fine. You can rest. I draw her attention to the bar across the solid wood door and…

Males laughed and shouted and brayed, their voices echoing off the low ceiling. The scent of liquor, sweat, aggression, and fear seeped under the edge of the sofa, burning my eyes. The females’ small feet were frozen in place while the males’ boots stomped and dashed and rocked back on their heels. Wedged so tightly…

“I’ll be quick.” It’s the best I can promise, but again, it doesn’t soothe her. She rocks, curling her shoulders forward as if to protect herself. I don’t know what to do. I crouch, my cock pointing due north like a flagpole. I still tower over her, but I can’t make myself smaller, not in…