Alpha Ever After

by Casey Morgan

I stared at the tile on the floor.

  It wasn’t a total lie; I couldn’t sleep the night before. I just tossed and turned and watched the clock as the hours ticked by. My body ached and burned. No position I lay in was comfortable.

  My mind was equally uncomfortable. I kept thinking of Mason grabbing his bag and leaving the bakery. Leaving me and the promise that he had made behind. I had been helpless to stop him.

  Using a hand that Mary lent me, I pulled myself up to my feet. She hurried over to the little wooden table, uncovered a chair, and brought it to me. I sank down, exhausted and depressed.

  “Why don’t you go find him?” she whispered.

  I looked up into her blue eyes. Mary was serious.

  “He left me, Mary,” I argued. “Besides, I don’t have any idea where he went to.”

  She nodded but reached into the pocket of her apron. A business card was in her hand when she pulled it out. She passed it over and I looked at the card. It was for the Woodside motel.

  “I found this on the floor near where Mason kept his bag,” she told me. “I was sweeping and saw it this morning. Maybe he went there.”

  I stared at the little cartoon cabin on the card. The Woodside wasn’t that far away. Just a few blocks, near the forest path that Mason and I had taken a few days ago when we went out running.

  I found my hand trembling. If he went there, he was still close. I had to talk to him. I had to find him. This couldn’t be the end for us.

  “Thank you, Mary!” I told her, so grateful for such a good friend. “This gives me hope again.”

  “I’m glad,” she said, with a smile on her face. “I think you were very brave to walk into that bar and get him to come help. I can tell you like him, and I never saw you like anyone before. So I just want to do what I can to help.”

  “You’re the best friend I could ever ask for,” I said, and she looked at me like I told her she had won the lottery.

  The double doors to the front swung back and my mother walked through. She saw me sitting down and Mary hovering beside me.

  “Celeste? Are you alright?” she asked.

  Her voice was calm.

  I dropped my hands and slipped the business card into my pocket.

  “Yes, Ma,” I told her. “I’m fine. Just tired and so Mary was helping me. I got a little dizzy.”

  Mom nodded. She looked over at the counter I was working at and eyed the pile of broken cookies. She sighed but didn’t admonish me.

  “Why don’t you go upstairs and take a nap?” she suggested. “Mary and I can finish up. Closing is only an hour away.”

  I jumped to my feet, thanked her, and ran to the stairs. I couldn’t get away to find Mason until my parents had gone to bed. So, a nap sounded like a great idea. I needed to catch up on my lack of sleep from last night, as well as rest up to leave tonight.

  I opened the door to my little room and flopped down onto my bed.

  I will find him, I told myself. Just a few hours from now and I will have Mason again.

  I pulled the business card for the motel out of my pocket and stared at it. Now that I had a plan, I felt more resolved. I would find Mason and convince him to stay. I would convince him to be mine forever.

  Chapter Twenty

  Celeste

  I woke feeling agitated. Moonlight from the full moon flowed into my windows and illuminated the floor and bed.

  The clock showed ten-thirty. My parents hadn’t bothered to wake me for dinner, but that was fine with me. They would be in bed by now and I could leave home easily, without them knowing.

  I got up and stretched, trying to work out my muscles, but they wouldn’t relax. My whole body was tight and aching.

  It was an odd feeling, like my body wasn’t mine or the right shape. The ache made me angry. I wanted to yell, but I wanted to yell at Mason.

  I wanted to scream into his stupid, handsome face. This was his fault somehow. He was supposed to be mine forever. Instead, he had left as soon as my dad had disapproved, which we both had known he would do. He had broken my heart and it felt like the pain was literally breaking my body apart.

  I ripped the little card for The Woodside Motel to shreds. It no longer carried any comfort for me. I would still convince Mason to stay, but I would also make sure he knew how much he hurt me. That thought made me grin.

  I dressed in my jogging clothing of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, pulled on my warmest winter coat and then snuck downstairs. My steps were silent. I slipped out the front door and into the moonlit night.

  Jogging easily, I made my way to the motel. I could smell Mason. My anger was like a beacon driving me towards him. And I never questioned it. As I ran through the cold streets, my feet lead me towards him.

  My hands itched to touch or claw his face. I wasn’t sure which action I would choose.

  How could he leave like that? He promised to marry me. He said he loved me. Was that all lies? Did he just say that to get into my pants?

  I thought of his long hard dick and my pussy ached. I hated him, but I still wanted him with every inch of my body. And part of me was very determined to have him.

  “Well, if it isn’t Ms. Muffins!” I heard a voice yell out, out of seemingly nowhere.

  I stopped in my tracks. My head snapped to the side and I eyed Big Dog coming towards me through the shadows. His shoulder was still bandaged from when Mason had beaten him. After a few seconds, Dominic was at his side, along with three other gang members. This was getting scary.

  The black-clad men circled me. All of them were leering at my body and giving me wide grins.

  “What’cha going to do now, Bitch?” Big Dog snapped. “Your big boyfriend is nowhere around.”

  Next to him, Dominic nodded. I noticed the gang leader didn’t speak. I bet—with the damage that Mason had done to his throat—that he couldn’t.

  I grinned back at them, making sure to show my teeth.

  “I’m in no mood, Big Dog. Why don’t you all find a new street to canvas and new people there to bother? We’re done dealing with you.”

  They all laughed. Their laughing made my temper worse. My hands formed into fists at my sides.

  “Look,” I yelled. “I don’t have time for this. Leave now.”

  I felt the oddest sensation, like part of me was leaving my body and pushing the Southland Gang to go away. Like I had a force or influence over them.

  Big Dog frowned at me; he started to inch back but then held his ground. His face was strained, so he did look like I had affected him somehow.

  Interesting.

  Maybe my father was right, and I really did just need to treat them like the big boys they were.

  “Go on!” I ordered in my most motherly tone. “Go find somewhere else to play.”

  Big Dog’s lips twisted, and he gave Dominic a worried look. Each man started to shuffle closer together.

  “She one of them?” One of the men whispered.

  “Never seen that before…” another said.

  I wasn’t sure what they were talking about, but I liked the direction of their movements. I waved my hands, shooing them away like they were chickens or some other kind of farm animal. Maybe this force was some kind of Valentine’s Day magic and I could put a spell on them or throw orbs at them from my fingers, or something, like I had read about in books I snuck from the library and hid from my parents.

  Big Dog looked me directly in the eyes and I noticed that his face was lit with a strange blue light. Where was that coming from? I tried to ignore it and motioned again for the men to leave.

  I realized I didn’t really have magic powers; no lightening bolts shot out from my finger tips and no big rocks were moved in order to crush them.

  “Go on,” I ordered one last time, anyway.

  They backed down the street, never turning their backs on me. Then, when they reached the corner, they ran.

  “We gotta find a new town,” Big Dog was yelling to the gang members as he ran. “Too much weird shit here i
n this one.”

  Dominic nodded his agreement.

  I laughed to myself and put my hands on my hips. What a bunch of chickens! Just a few stern words and they were gone.

  I was glad I had managed to chase them off. But what I couldn’t understand was why that hadn’t worked sooner. Maybe I had just never had enough confidence. I shrugged my shoulders and continued on my way to the motel.

  There were about ten rooms at the Woodside Motel. The whole building was one-story and painted a dark green. The roof was shingled, trying to make the place look like a big cabin. I knew Mason was in number three. I wasn’t sure how, but I could still smell him. My nose was super sensitive tonight. I ran straight for the door and knocked as loud as I could.

  When he opened the door, Mason’s eye went wide. I didn’t let him get a word out, I just pushed the door open more and walked inside.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Mason

  There was a pounding at my door. When I opened it, I was surprised to see who was standing there—the pounding had been very strong and forceful.

  “Celeste.”

  I wasn’t sure how she had found me. But it was a small town and people talked.

  I wanted to be upset that she was here. I knew she was upset with me. But a part of me was happy that she had followed me, after all—it had just taken her awhile to do it.

  I let her in and then Celeste immediately looked over the room. Her blue eyes apprised the thread-bare blinds and the thin coverlet. She eyed the splintering chairs and the round, stained table.

  “Crappy place you have here,” she snapped, as she put her hands on her ample hips.

  I smiled.

  “True. But it’s warm and the bed is a bit more comfortable that an old air mattress on the floor.”

  She gave me a sexy smile and stalked towards me.

  “Let’s test that, shall we?”

  I backed up and put my hands out to stop her.

  “Celeste, I can’t. I’m changing you and I’ve…”

  The words caught in my throat.

  Her smile faded and she glared at me.

  “You’ve what? You’ve lied to me?”

  “Yes, sort of…”

  All the energy left my body and I dropped down to sit on the bed.

  “You don’t want me?” she asked. “You don’t want to marry me like you said you did?”

  “I do. I really do. It’s just…”

  I couldn’t find a way to tell her. I understand why she was confused and how she probably hated me for making elaborate promises and then leaving. But I wasn’t good enough for her and she would never be able to understand why.

  Her small hands moved gracefully down her torso. They smoothed the gray sweater she was wearing, pushing the material closer to her skin, so I could see the outline of her breasts and waist. I watched, drinking in the sight of her. Her curves were so beautiful.

  Two of her fingers grabbed the material of her sweater and she pulled it quickly over her head. My breath hissed out. Pushed up in a black satin bra, the tops of her round breasts were exposed to me. They were so smooth and ivory that my hands wanted to touch them and squeeze them. My dick started to harden beneath my jeans.

  “You don’t want these?” she asked, watching my every move—my every reaction.

  “Celeste, I can’t.”

  I choked on my own words.

  “Get up and touch me,” she ordered.

  I found my legs starting to rise. She was such a strong alpha female. She needed a stronger mate.

  I forced my legs not to move. My hands clenched and wound themselves into the coverlet beneath me. I couldn’t hold myself back from her. My cock swelled; it was clearly beyond my control.

  Celeste reached behind her back. She unhooked her bra and it fell to the floor. My eyes were transfixed on her bare chest. Her breasts were so full and perky. My lips ached to touch her skin.

  Her small, pink nipples were hardening before my eyes. They turned slightly darker. My mouth wanted to suck them until she cried out.

  My dick strained against my jeans, harder. It was a visible bulge now, betraying my true feelings. I would never be able to deny this woman. She was sex embodied— the strongest werewolf I had ever met.

  Only by unleashing of all my alpha influence could I try to control her and even then, I wasn’t sure I could hold off the blood lust. If my domination wasn’t enough, she would go crazy. That was a fate I couldn’t bestow upon her.

  “Celeste, don’t,” I begged. “I’m not good enough for you.”

  Her eyes glanced up to my face. They were neon blue. Her wolf was awake. She had risen with her desire.

  “Then become good enough.”

  It was another order; one that came directly from her inner wolf. Mine awoke and answered with a growl.

  I was across the room without another thought. My hands grabbed her face and my lips sucked hers. I kissed her deeply, letting all my feelings pour out into that kiss—the longing, the loneliness, and the truth that I was nothing without her.

  She pressed her curves against my body. The bulge in my pants pushed up against her belly. Celeste wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me as close as she could.

  She pulled her lips from mine.

  “Fuck me now, Mason,” she ordered. “Take me to the bed and fuck me now.”

  Her tone was harsh. She spoke like a queen.

  My wolf rose up in anger. All that was alpha in me would not, could not, bare to be ordered around. Not even by her. Her wolf trying to dominate mine was a mistake. My inner wolf pumped fire into my veins and he took over my body, but not to shift.

  My hands ran up her face and into her blonde hair. They clamped down, pulling it hard and yanking her face up to mine. Her eyes went wide with a hint of fear. My wolf feasted on her surprise.

  “Your eyes are glowing, Mason,” she panted.

  I could hear the worry in her voice.

  “So are yours, Celeste,” I growled.

  I lifted her by the hair and put my lips to her throat. Her breaths were a mix of panting fear and aching desire. I loved them both.

  Placing my palm on the top of her head, I pushed her down to the floor and onto her knees. Her face was inches from the bulge in my pants. The sight made me harder and I began to leak precum.

  Her lips trembled slightly.

  “I’ve never…” she whined.

  I dropped my grip on her head and unzipped my jeans. I thrust down my pants and let my long, hard cock swing free. Celeste eyed it with desire and fear. Moving my hips forward, I pushed my tip to her lips.

  “Suck it,” I ordered again.

  My voice was so low and so strained that it was barely audible.

  Her pink lips parted. Wet and warm, her mouth slid over my dick and I moaned with pleasure. My shaft slid past her teeth, over her rough tongue, and hit up against the back of her throat.

  I pushed my hips forward, sliding deeper; making Celeste gag a little. My mate had a small mouth and I filled every inch of it with cock.

  I leaned back, letting all thoughts go and becoming a slave to sensation. My hands found her hair. I wound my fingers through the silky strands, gripping them as if they were reins. Her mouth was warm and wet and tight. I savored the feeling as my cock sunk into it further and then stayed there, not moving an inch.

  Then, she started to suck. Whatever fear Celeste had felt was gone in a second. Her mouth clamped down on me harder. Her tongue glided up and down my shaft, tasting every inch of me, feeling the bumps and ridges of my cock.

  I pulled back a little, but she grabbed my ass and devoured me deeper. I slid further down her narrow throat, the confines gripping me so hard that my seed begged to come out. I oozed precum down her throat and she swallowed it. The movement of her throat ramming into my length was causing me even more pleasure.

  Slowly she moved back, letting my inches slip out of her mouth and into the cool of the room. The transition set off every last one of
my nerves. My dick hardened further, so much so that it sprang up almost vertical when her mouth slid off the head. I ached with pleasure.

  Celeste brought a small hand up and touched my shaft. With little urgency, she gently traced the veins in my dick. She touched the rim of my dickhead with a brush of her fingertip, then ran it down my length to my balls.

  She touched them gently and then cupped them. Each of her movements made my dick jerk and sway. It moved on its own, constantly leaking and ready to come. She watched it with fascination, even reaching up to take and taste a bit of precum.

  “If you come in my mouth, can you still fuck me after?” she asked.

  Her wolf was testing mine again, asking how virile I was. I didn’t answer—not with words, anyway.

  I gripped her head hard and thrust my cock between her lips. I fucked her face hard and relentless, sliding my cock down her throat and slamming my balls into her chin.

  She didn’t cry out or pull back. Celeste let me fuck her mouth. She looked up at me with glowing eyes, as if my pleasure was all she had ever wanted.

  As I thrust in and out of her mouth, I ran a hand down her chin, then her throat, to her chest. I grabbed one of her huge breasts and squeezed it tight, being sure to trap her hard nipple between my fingers.

  She cried out in pleasure. The vibrations of her throat caressed my cock further and it pushed me over the edge. Release filled my balls and shaft, sending pleasure throughout my whole body.

  I came, squirting load after load into Celeste’s throat. But the wolf in me wouldn’t stop to let her swallow. I filled her throat and mouth and still pumped her harder.

  Cum leaked out her cheeks and down her chin. It dribbled down her chest and onto her breasts. I loved the sight of it. She was covered in my seed and all it did was drive me to come more.

  I pulled her hair, slamming her head down on my cock harder and unloaded more cum down her throat. She gagged a bit and choked, but she didn’t pull back. Her wolf was showing mine that she could take anything I gave her.

  She was my sexual equal. She was my werewolf equal. The realization kept my dick hard.

  Mate! My inner wolf howled in my head. My mate!