Olivia Blake.
I stopped dead in my tracks as I heard his voice. It was scaring me, how his scent had permeated my senses already and how he'd seemingly gotten into my head and linked with mine. He was a brand new Alpha for crap's sake!
Well kind of, I heard he had alpha lines in him. He was like a hybrid of beta and alpha. Perhaps he was the best for our pack, but he definitely was not the best for me!
I flew forward off the Silvermoon territory and started on the outskirts of Blackstar. I didn't want them to find me, in a way – I was sort of deciding my fate. I could run now and never look back or I could go back and be punished by my mother and father and possibly Alpha Wyler as well. I doubted he really wanted to mate me anyway, I'd likely pissed him off to all hell. I did not want to deal with that ride, that was for sure.
I prepared myself to be a lone-wolf and then, out of nowhere, Johnathan ambushed me.
'Fuck, Liv!' He pinned me to the forest floor, panting in my face.
I lied limp, knowing I'd failed as a lone-wolf.
He stared down at me with his beautiful deep eyes of deliciousness which caused me a bout of jealousy that I often got for his mate.
'Liv?'
'Yeah....'
'I've got to take you back.'
I shot up to my feet. 'Come on, John! Let me go!'
'Are you joking!' He snarled. 'I like being Beta, thank you very much.'
'Is he mad?' My ears went flat as I envisioned the anger Alpha Wyler might have with me, that was all her though – my wolf, worried about what her mate might think.
'He's a bit pissed.' Johnathan answered. 'Let's go.'
I followed him and three of the other males back to the pack house in silence, no one seemed to want to talk to me and all these boys knew me well – that's how I knew the secret was out.
I noticed right away most of the pack house had cleared out upon our approach, and I wallowed in what was to come.
The front door of the house shot open and Alpha Wyler strode toward me.
I stood frozen, now avoiding eye contact. My body tingled from nervousness and I stayed fixed in place – would he beat me for this?
He stopped right in front of me and reached down to my muzzle, pulling up so I was forced to look him in the eye. His nostrils flared and he turned, barking at Johnathan to get a towel or blanket or something. Then he dropped the contact with me, saying absolutely nothing.
I looked him over in the jeans and dress shirt he was still in, I was surprised he hadn't ran after me himself. Did that mean he wasn't as angry and dictating as I thought?
Johnathan was outside quick with a Navajo blanket and Alpha Wyler snatched it from him. “Leave,” he said curtly to my friend.
Johnathan bowed his head and left us.
Alpha Wyler waited till his Beta was out of sighed and turned back to me. “Shift. Now.”
I swallowed, really? He was about to see me naked though!
“I'm not asking,” his voice got bigger, deeper, stronger...
Fuck! I shifted under his command and slipped into my skinny human form of brown hair and blue eyes. Some people said I looked like a disney character, yeah I had the whole weepy eyed thing and flowy hair – damn disney princess!
He stared at me and his eyes slowly descended down my bare body, halting at the sight of my untrimmed area.
I whipped the blanket from his hand, not able to stand it further. “Why don't you just take a fucking picture!”
“Don't swear at me, ever.” He laid down the law like it might mean something to me. “Let's address this first though, you ran from me.”
I shrugged. “So?”
“So, you ran from your Alpha!” He argued, his temper flaring at the first sign of attitude.
I stayed quiet, only so I could figure him out.
“Did you really think you were going to get away?”
I looked to the big bay windows behind him as a couple house maids watched me, Olivia Blake, being put in my place by the new Alpha of Silvermoon.
“I don't know what I thought,” I snarled, showing him a bit of my canines still present.
“Right.”
“Do we really have to do this outside?”
“Sure, let's go inside.” He gestured towards the door. “I'll take you over my knee for being so insolent.”
My eyes bulged from his declaration of our newly budded bond. “Shit.”
“Get in the house.”
I stumbled and jogged past him to the front door, getting inside much before him and his controlled, calculated steps that I could have heard from a mile away.
“Get to my room, Olivia.” He shut the front door.
His room! I snorted, “No way.”
“Not an option.” He took my arm and pulled me down the hall, once I didn't move fast enough for him. He reminded me of my father when I was a child, being bratty and getting in trouble at every turn, except my father never spoke to me like he did.
Taking in the expensive wallpaper and carpet as I fumbled beside him up the stairs. I hadn't spent much time in the pack house, it was the home of the Alpha and had been remodelled that last few months in preparation for Alpha Wyler. He was much younger than Alpha Burns, I guess they figured modernizing would make him feel more welcomed – because that was priority, the guy already knew he owned the joint.
Up in the main hall, he took me to the last door on the left – the master suite I assumed. He pulled his keys out and unlocked the door.
“Get inside,” he commanded.
I nervously stepped inside, staying against the wall.
“Take off the blanket.”
My cheeks reddened. “Why?”
He came up beside me and growled in my ear. “I don't like to be questioned.”
Yeah, had no idea, Beef-cake.
“Stop calling me that!” He shot.
I then realized he could hear everything in my head. “Uh--”
He grabbed the blanket from behind and ripped it off my body.
I tensed as he stayed pressed against me, and I wrapped my arms around my chest, knowing where his eyes were.
“Let's try this again... do you think it's okay to run from your Alpha?”
I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat, even if I wanted to say something bratty back, he had me in a bind. “No.”
“Then why did you do it, Olivia?”
I bit my bottom lip.
“I want an answer, and now.”
I started to whine, he wasn't going to like my answer.
“You can tell me.” He looped an arm around my waist and held me tight to his chest, nuzzling my cheek as if to ease my discomfort. “Are you going to give me an answer, Olivia?”
I shook my head and his other hand met my bare bottom with a small slap as a reply. Nudging me forward, he waited but I never gave him what he wanted. In a mere second, he sat to his bed and flipped me over his lap, my forehead nearly hitting the ground.
“I did warn you outside.”
Fuck, he really was going to spank me!
