Trapped Between Two Alphas (2 page)

He sat down at the dinner table staring at the
portrait of his family. They’d been strong. Their love for one another should
have been something to go down in the history books. His father had killed for
his mate. His mother was a strong force to be reckoned with. Matt had never
experienced that kind of possession. He’d fucked plenty of women, but none left
him wanting to claim then. Not even the woman who started the war between
himself and Kris. He’d taken her because she’d been available to him.

Shaking his head he stood up to make his way
into the kitchen. The house was buzzing with all the new arrivals. Most of his
pack was making their way to him in light of the increased hunting. Several
packs up and down the country had declared an emergency. The humans were
expanding in their hunting of their kind. They were all in danger. The risk the
humans posed was not only to themselves but to the wolves. If any rogue wolves
found out they were all in trouble. There was a small town close by where they
visited every once in a while but there weren’t many people there. Matt didn’t
see the town as a threat or the people. As far as he knew, the town didn’t know
about their kind.

The file he’d made for Cynthia Lewis lay on the
counter. There was a rental agreement for a car he’d made available along with
some insurance papers to make sure she was cared for. He’d liked the sound of
her voice over the phone. There was submissiveness about her. He got the sense
that she was young and hadn’t done a lot with her life. Dropping the file to
the counter he made his way upstairs. The coming weeks were going to be
difficult. He and Kris rarely went a week without fighting.

Their packs were family and were used to their
uncommon outbursts at each other. All of them refused to get in the way. The
only person who ever got in their way had been their parents. They were gone
now. It was up to him and Kris to make sure their packs ran smoothly.

Chapter
Two

Cynthia paid the driver of the taxi and then
climbed out. Before driving off, the driver handed her the single suitcase
she’d put in the trunk. She watched the mud create a wave of dust on his
departure. The sun was brutal, and she walked up the small steps to the house
to get into the shade. Perspiration dripped off her back making her shiver.

She stared through the window but couldn’t make
out a single shape. Her pulse picked up with her increased excitement. She was
away from the hospital and no longer hooked up to a machine. Dr. Martin had
forced her to take his medical card in case of an emergency. She refused to
call him.

Death scared her. Death without even living
first scared her more. She wanted to experience as much as she could in the
short time she had.

Stop
thinking about your time.
Live your life the way you want to, Cynthia. Your parents did and would want
you to do the same.

After her little pep talk she took a seat on the
swing on the far side of the porch. She sat down then pulled out a book. It was
time to catch up on her reading. While she’d been in the hospital her parents
had bought her an e-reader. She’d found so many wonderful authors through the
device, and she particularly loved reading erotic romance. Cynthia figured her
love of erotic romance was down to the fact she’d never had sex before. She’d
not even touched herself.

She’d experienced all the wonderful sensations
but never allowed herself to touch or explore them. Being in the hospital meant
it was never appropriate to experience certain things.

Shaking her head, she let herself be immersed in
her book. Every once in a while she looked up to gaze at her surroundings. None
of the scenery could be mistaken for the hospital. She’d done what she’d set
out to do.

There was only one other thing she wished to
experience.
Sex.

She wanted to experience hot, sweaty, no holds
barred sex.

Maybe she sounded like a slut, and she didn’t
care. All she wanted to know was what it felt like to be underneath a man.

Her nipples puckered at the thought.

Where
are you going to find a man in the middle of nowhere?

Cynthia chuckled then went back to reading her
book. She’d deal with the next part of life later. First she wanted to get
settled in her new home.

She heard some noise, which sounded like
running. Glancing up over her book she saw dust gather behind two men in
opposite directions. Before she got chance to stand up both men were standing at
the bottom of the stairs where she’d just walked up.

Staring between the two men she saw similarities
in both of their persons. The man on the right had dark brown hair with brown
eyes. When he moved the shade of his hair caught in the sun, making it look
more golden than brown. The man was muscular, and so was the man on the left.
Only the man on the left had black hair and what appeared to be black eyes.

They were both the most beautiful and powerful
men she’d ever seen. They had to be in their mid-thirties or possibly older.

“Hello,” she said, putting her book away and
walking to where they both stood. Her hands fisted at her side. What was she
supposed to do?

Both men continued to look at her. She started
to feel like she was under a microscope. Their gazes roamed all over her body.
She glanced down to make sure her clothes were still in place. There was
nothing out of place. She probably had messy hair and dry skin but nothing the
next woman wouldn’t experience in this kind of heat.

“I’m Cynthia Lewis. I phoned someone about the
house up for rent?” She looked between both men.

Her nerves increased with every passing second.

“Do I have something on my face?” she asked,
wiping her hand down her cheek.

Was this how men acted around a woman?

She had zero experience with this kind of thing.
Their gazes were really starting to unnerve her.

“I’m Matt Stewart,” the man on the left said. He
walked up the steps to shake her hand.

“I’m Kris Hall,” the man on the right said.

Kris
walked
 
up
the small steps and then stood close
to her like Matt. Her head came level with their chests. They crowded around
her like a protective shield. She looked up when she heard the sound of
sniffing.

Frowning she turned between the two men. Their
hands rested on either of her shoulders. What the hell was going on?

Clearing her throat she turned away to grab her
case. “It’s very nice to meet you both. I thought this house bordered two
states,” she said. Talking would help her to clear her mind instead of thinking
about the two gorgeous men on her doorstep.

They were probably married, and, knowing her
luck, they were married to each other.

“No, the house doesn’t border two states but two
properties. His and mine,” Matt said. They pointed between each other.

She smiled. “May I go in, or has there been a
problem with the money I sent? I can get in touch with the bank if you’d like,
and they’d be more than happy to send the money over or wire it over into your
bank account.”

Matt was the only one of the two men talking.
Kris kept staring at her like she was something to eat. His scrutinising gaze
put her on edge. Didn’t he have anything better to do than sit watching her all
day?

“There’s nothing wrong with the money.” Matt
pulled a key out of his pocket. “Let us go in and check it out.”

She stood behind him with a small gap between.
Cynthia felt Kris stand directly behind her. His body rubbed across her back in
a blistering caress.

Closing her eyes, she tried to gain her wits
about her once again. The door opened, and Matt gave her the signal to walk
inside.

“How old are you?” Kris asked.

Frowning, she turned to the man who’d been
quiet.

“Does that matter? I don’t intend to have
parties or anything.”

“I don’t care about parties. I want to know how
old you are.”

She looked between the two men. “I’m
twenty-three.”

Then Kris did something she wasn’t prepared for.
He reached out and took some of her hair. She’d grown the length out since her
last shot at chemotherapy. Kris leaned down and inhaled.

Pulling away she glared at him. “What’s the
matter? Is this some kind of custom I didn’t know about?” she asked.

The last time she’d checked it was unnatural for
people to sniff each other like a bunch of dogs.

“Not a custom. He’s just a weird man.” Matt took
her hand leading her through to the sitting room. “I’ll give you a quick tour
of the house. Do you have anything else coming through like furniture?”

She shook her head. “This is all I possess in
the world.”

Nodding his head he took the case from her.

“This place is fully furnished. If you have any
troubles let me know, and I’ll make sure one of my men delivers whatever you
need.”

Kris
stood behind her. His hand rested on the base of her back.

“That’s
very kind. I won’t need anything. It’s just me.”

Shit, should I tell two strange,
hunky men that I’m all alone in the world?

Neither
Kris nor Matt looked threatening. Taking a deep breath she let Matt lead her
around the house. When he made his way into the kitchen she took the time to
linger on the stove. No more hospital food. She intended to eat to her heart’s
content. Weight wouldn’t be an issue. Over the past few years she’d lost too
much weight.

Chocolate,
she missed chocolate more than anything.
And ice-cream.

Opening
the fridge she saw it was empty.

“Will
I be able to go to town to fill the fridge?” she asked.

“I
can take you,” both men said in unison.

Laughing
nervously she closed the fridge. “I asked for a car.” She rummaged around in
her bag and showed them her driver’s licence. “Is that still possible?”

Matt
took her licence. “I’ll take this with me so I can check everything out for
you.”

Nodding,
she followed Matt as he took her around the rest of the house.

“You’re
free to give it a lick of paint if you wish,” Matt said.

“Okay.”

She
liked the decoration. The modest furniture gave it a homey feel. He took her
upstairs to the main bedroom. Kris took her other hand, and she felt a jolt of
electricity from both men. She paused on the stairs as it took her breath away.

“Are
you all right?” Kris asked. His hand cupped her cheek turning her to face him.

“Yes,
I’m fine.”

Great, Cynthia, you look weird in
front of two good-looking men.

Matt
continued up the stairs to the main bedroom. The bed lay bare in the spacious
room. She sat down on the edge shocked by the sheer size. Living in a hospital
she’d been confined to single beds.

“There
should be sheets for you to use. None of them have been used by others. There
is only the best.”

“Thank
you,” she said.

They
gazed down at her while she sat on the bed. She started to feel hot under the
summer dress she’d worn.

“If
you need any help at all, don’t fail to get in touch with us.”

Matt
handed her a card, and then Kris handed her his card. She glanced down at both
numbers.

“Thank
you.”

She
saw both men down to the front door. When she walked onto the porch area she
saw several men on either side. They were glaring at one another across the
little patch of gravel leading up to her house.

When
the door closed behind her their gazes turned her way. The glares disappeared,
and then they looked down at the earth.

“If
you need us for anything let me know,” Matt said.

She
watched as he turned to Kris without speaking. They seemed to share a
communication before they left her alone. All the men went off in their
separate directions. Shaking her head, baffled, she moved back inside her
house. She wrapped her arms around herself.

For
the little time she had left the house would be hers.

Chapter
Three

Matt
made his way across the fallen trees and uneven ground. He scented Kris on the
other side. His men followed behind him muttering to each other with each step.
He glanced between the trees and saw the outline of the house not too far.
Cynthia Lewis would be waiting for him to deliver his car to her. He held her
driver’s licence in his palm.

The
moment she’d stepped out of the taxi that had brought her, he’d scented her.
The distinct smell of sunshine and honey had called to him. Unable to control
his response he’d charged to where the scent grew stronger. An angel stood in
her place. The pale pink summer dress did little to hide her beauty. She was
thin, thinner than the picture on the card. When he’d gotten closer he’d
inhaled the subtle fragrance of death.