Mated to the Alpha (Were Wolf BBW Fertile Erotica) (3 page)

“
Oh
God, baby, I can't wait to make another,” he growled.
Ruby
moaned, sliding down his shaft, her need overwhelming her.

“
Fill
me up,” she gasped, and her alpha obeyed.

I
pulled up to the diner and shut off the car. In the quiet of the
morning, I closed my eyes, finding a moment of peace in my
surroundings. I knew that today would be a hectic one, as it always
was. Minnie’s was an institution in the town of Woodward, and
it belonged to my family since the first pioneers had explored this
great land. It stood at the edge of the lakefront, with beautiful
panoramic views of the surrounding mountains. I knew that I was
blessed to be living in such a beautiful landscape.

With
one last deep breath, I got out of the car. I grabbed my apron from
the backseat. I was technically the morning manager at Minnie’s,
but in a place like this, everyone had to pitch in to keep all the
mouths fed. We were the town’s main haunt, a place for everyone
and anyone to sit and whittle away a Saturday morning.

Suddenly
I could hear the gravel crunching behind me. I frowned and turned
around. Townsfolk knew that Minnie’s wouldn’t be open for
at least another hour. But it wasn’t a local. The two shiny
black BMWs that pulled up beside me belonged to Maxwell Lalune, and
the sight of it stiffened my back. He was part of the nouveau riche
that had moved into Woodward, attracted by the ski slopes and natural
beauty to be found in the state. I couldn’t stand them to be
honest. They drove up the prices in the surrounding area, making life
difficult for us townsfolk.

He
was also a developer, and he had big plans for the land that Minnie
stood on. Before he had shown up six months ago, there was a hardware
store, a small corner shop, and an artisan woodworking store beside
us. Now they were closed and sold. We were the last lot standing in
the way of his multimillion yacht club.

Truth
be told, there was an awful lot of money being offered, but my
parents and I agreed that Minnie’s just couldn’t be given
up. It was all Woodward had left of itself, and we were a safe haven
for the townsfolk who couldn’t afford to eat out for fifty
bucks a plate in the fancy hotels and restaurants that had sprung up
to cater to the rich.

“
Good
morning Penny,” Max said, as his driver opened the door to let
him out. An assistant followed behind, as well as several more in the
other car. Did this guy ever go anywhere without his pack of
employees?

“
That’s
Ms. Archer to you,” I said curtly, crossing my arms. “And
we’re not open yet.”

“
Yes
I know that. It’s why we came this early. You’ve been
avoiding my assistants.”

“
I
can’t help that the diner is so busy.”

“
Well,
now it’s not. So if I could take up a few minutes of your
time…”

“
Five
minutes.” I said, moving towards the front door. “And
you’re going to have to talk while I work.”

There
were a million things to do before we could open, but I knew that
Maxwell was nothing if not persistent. He was a natural born hunter,
endlessly in pursuit of the next business deal. It’s clearly
made him millions, though it’s no party being on the receiving
end of his attention. Unfortunately, avoiding him hasn’t
worked, so it was best to get this over with.

I
unlocked the door and stepped inside, not bothering to keep the door
open for him. Manners were wasted on men like him. I quashed down the
fact that my reaction was in part because I was attracted to him.
This man was trying to take away my family’s livelihood, and
he’d go for the jugular as soon as he found any weakness.

I
flicked on the lights, and started on the first task of the day:
tallying supplies in stock for inventory orders. Max followed me
inside, but thankfully his lackeys stayed by the car. I walked past
the counter and into the back of the kitchen, giving him no chance to
stop and talk.

“
Ms.
Archer, please. If you would just listen to my proposal, I think
you’ll find that both our parties can benefit from all this.
The yacht club will bring many jobs to the town of Woodward.”

I
looked up at him. He leaned against the doorway, hands in the pockets
of his tailored suit. I’d never seen a man look so out of
place, and yet so at home. Maxwell exuded a natural confidence that
was different from the men in town-Less bravado and more tight
control. I was used to the men in Woodward, all of whom wouldn’t
hesitate to whistle at a busty girl in tight jeans, but Maxwell was
something different. He hadn’t looked at my breasts once, and
his deadly focus on his work was admirable, even to me.

“
So
what about my job?” I asked.

“
Well,
we do plan on having a restaurant within the club,” he replied,
sensing an opening. “And I am happy to negotiate job contracts
with your staff-provided they have the requisite skills.”

So
no flapjacks and burgers then. Somehow I didn’t think that Cody
would be up to making foie gras or whatever it is they are planning
on having. I pursed my lips tightly. Mr. Lalune was a typical
businessman, used to getting his way and having us begging for his
scraps. Well I wasn’t going along with it.

“
Don’t
bother, Mr. Lalune. We aren’t interested in selling out.”

“
Max
is fine, and you haven’t heard my price.”

“
I
don’t need to. We. Aren’t. Selling.”

I
pushed past him to get back to the front of the diner. It wasn’t
a hard push, just enough to emphasize my point. This conversation was
done. But before I could react he had whipped out his hand and
grabbed my arm, spinning me around to face him. My eyes widened in
surprise.

“
Don’t
walk away from me,” he growled, lips pulled back in a snarl.

Our
gazes charged the air with tension. Then I noticed was that Max’s
eyes weren’t like normal eyes. They were a golden amber,
flashing like a sunset. In the dim light of the storeroom, they
almost glowed. His grip on my hand tightened, until it almost hurt.
For a moment, fear curled around my stomach. He wouldn’t dare
do anything inappropriate, would he? I glanced nervously to the front
of the diner. There wasn’t anyone in here who could hear me
scream. My nerves tightened like a guitar string, readying myself for
the worst.

I
looked back, and blinked confused. The glimmer was gone. His eyes
were just a chocolate brown, and he released my hand. Max stepped
back, disconcerted.

“
What…
happened to you?” I whispered...