Alpha Wolf: Black Mesa Wolves #2 (Werewolf Shifter Paranormal Romance)
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Authors: J.K. Harper
Alpha Wolf
Black Mesa Wolves #2
By J.K. Harper
Table
of Contents
As a Guardian climbing the ranks in the Black
Mesa Wolf Pack, Sara Kenyon's life is ideal. A sexy firecracker, she's never
regretted her carefree love-'em-and-leave-'em attitude. But when her one-time
fling, smokin' hot Rafe Bardou, wants the only thing she can’t give
him—commitment—she starts to question if freedom is really everything she
desires.
Rafe's patience is legendary. Yet for all his strength and
control, Rafe craves something he can't have: free-spirited Sara as his mate.
Her red-hot kisses have eluded him for over a year, but he can't stop thinking about
how they once tangled the sheets together. Now he's out of time. Her commitment
to him is essential—not only for his own happiness, but for the future of the
Pack.
Losing control isn't an option for him. But it may be the
only way to convince this sweet vixen he's her alpha wolf.
Warning: in this story, very
naughty things happen in a hot springs and a dark alley. Read at your own risk.
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Dedication
For everyone out
there who loves alpha males
Chapter
1
Rafe's tail twitched.
Slowly,
his human warned. Rafe huffed, the noise
barely louder than a heartbeat. Of course he would move slowly. He wasn't about
to alert his prey.
Said prey crept through the valley spread out below, winding
her way through a maze of rough ebony boulders scattered over the reddish sands
as if they'd been batted about by a curious, playful pup. She moved on silent
paws, small and sleek, her coat the color of pebbles washed in a high mountain
stream. Cunning and alert, her every move demonstrated wariness.
But Rafe moved more swiftly, hunted more keenly, and waited
more patiently. He would win this game.
He flattened himself even more on the giant sandstone
boulder long ago tumbled down from the cliffs above.
Millennia ago,
his
human whispered. Rafe batted the words away. He didn't need to know what his
human knew. All he needed to know was his perch stayed firm and his whereabouts
hidden from the small female below.
The breeze shifted the slightest bit, but Rafe stayed
relaxed, although he flared his nostrils. The movement of the air carried her
scent to him. She smelled like female wolf, restless and rubbed with the
pungent sage that dotted the desert floor. He knew she'd rolled in sage
earlier, deliberately hiding her scent from him. But she could not hide
entirely. He was far too experienced an adversary.
Two wolves could play that masking game. Sara embodied the
cunning playfulness of a happy-go-lucky beta wolf, but she underestimated Rafe.
She always had. The thought made his tail twitch again, this time with just a
hint of agitation. When would she realize who he was to her? When would she
know?
Soon,
his human assured.
Give her time. She's
almost ready.
Rafe huffed again. She had been ready for years, and he knew
it. Her wolf knew it, too. Her human remained the stubborn one, though. Just
like a human. Silly.
Rafe ignored his human's quiet snort of laughter. He watched
the beautiful, sleek gray wolf dart out of sight behind the rough edges of
another black boulder. Flicking his dark-tipped ears back and forth in a quick
check for real intruders and finding it still clear, he leapt to his massive
paws and jumped from the giant block of sandstone onto the soft ground below.
The faintest
whump
sounded from his landing, but he was off and trotting
across the ground so quickly he almost didn't hear it himself. He could scent
Sara ahead of him. She drew him to her like the irresistible catch she was.
The volcanic boulders, carried off
millennia
ago
(Rafe chuffed the wolfish equivalent of laughter deep inside at his human's
mental eye roll) by ancient waters from the mountain lounging to the south,
posed a simple maze as Rafe tracked Sara's movements. She trotted now, her
prints wider apart in the ruddy flush of sand that easily depressed beneath his
stride. Now and then he lost her trail and had to pause and check the breeze.
Clever. She must be leaping to and from boulders on occasion in her attempt to
elude him. She was a smart one. He'd always liked that about her.
Rafe inhaled deeply, pulling her scent to him.
His.
He picked up his pace, following the quick, saucy flight of
the wolf ahead. He knew exactly where she headed, and he had a plan for attack.
Sara lengthened her stride bit by bit until she was moving
twice as fast as earlier. But still he kept pace behind her, several lengths
back. Her fur skittered with the knowledge that he followed. Tracking her.
Good. Everything flowed along according to her plan. Rafe
thought she was just a flighty wolf, a minor member of the pack. He saw her as
a wolf he once toyed with and now had to deal with on patrol. For months. Well,
she was showing him, wasn't she? She was clever, and fast, and smarter than
anyone thought. The whole pack thought Sara was light-hearted, just an
easygoing wolf always up for play, to have fun, to take life lightly. Not true.
She knew her job, and she did it well.
Of course,
her human thought in a confusing whirl of
reassurance and slight doubt. Sara faltered once before finding her pace again.
She could do this. She could show that big wolf back there she was nothing to
mess with. She was a good partner on patrol, and right now she proved that.
If only she wasn't quite so aware of him. His presence,
several hundred feet back, prickled her fur and kept her dancing on her soft
pads. She should move faster. Temptation made him more prey than predator,
which reversed their roles at the moment. That was good.
The small rolling hills appeared ahead of her, beckoning
with their clustered stands of juniper trees and little hollows where she could
drop down against the ground to gain the element of surprise. Not that it was
easy to surprise Rafe. He was the most solid wolf in the pack, the most fair
and unshakeable. Nothing she had ever done took him off guard. He would simply
look at her with those beautiful golden eyes and nip at her ear. Treating her
like a pup still learning.
Well, except for a year ago, when they behaved more like
mates... Sara's human shivered pleasurably from the memories before she shook
it off with firm resolve. She would not lose control like that again. This
time, she would startle that endlessly focused Rafe and make him realize she
was ready to settle into a more mature place within the pack. That had to be
why the Alpha put them together on patrol. He knew Rafe would be the only one
to seriously question Sara's abilities to focus on the tasks at hand without
acting like the silly, young wolf she had been. She had everything to prove to
Rafe.
Right now, right here, she would prove it all to him. Right
when she leapt on top of that big wolf from her hiding place and scared the
piss out of him.
Rafe paused when he lost Sara's scent again. Huh. The slight
wind had shifted a few times, being fickle as late spring winds tended. At
least the days lengthened considerably, each one brighter than the day before.
His human loved the long days. All the chances to be out in the sunlight,
traveling the large boundaries of the Black Mesa Pack territory, wandering
through with deliberate steps while enjoying his home—that was always good. He had
to enjoy it while it lasted.
There! Sara waited ahead, curled into the rocks and
sagebrush and blue-berried juniper trees just beyond a little rise. He couldn't
see her, but the breeze tossed him her unmistakeable scent, despite the pungent
overtones of sage.
Silent, utterly intent, he moved forward. His paws made no
sound as they treaded over the earth. He picked up each one as quickly as he'd
put it down, flowing over the ground in that seemingly floating way known to
all predators and feared by all prey.
Sara would jump out of her own hide when he leapt at her.
Sara held perfectly still. The sharply dimpled rock pressed
against her back, digging through her hide and into the skin beneath. Barely
breathing, she inhaled as fully and quietly as she could. Rafe was close. Very
close. He must be padding directly toward her hiding spot, having caught her
scent. He meant to startle her.
Well, he might be good, but she was fast. Faster than anyone
in the pack, including Rafe. She’d have the drop on him before he knew what
happened.
She flattened herself into the earth even more deeply. Sand
and sage tickled at her nose. The tiny, insistent spike of a broken cactus
spine nudged into her motionless tail. Whisper-soft, the breeze danced around,
delivering its intoxicating jumble of scents. The only one that mattered,
however, was Rafe's.
Three...two...one....
Sara's human kept a count that
echoed restlessly through her skull. Not a single twitch of tail or flick of
ears marred the stillness with which she held herself. She could
feel
him slinking closer...closer... Just about...now....
A huge cracking noise almost deafened Sara as she and Rafe
simultaneously leaped. The fleeting through he must have dislodged a boulder as
he jumped scampered through her mind while her muscles reacted with instinctive
speed to the threat.
Three things happened at once: she spun lightning quick to
meet his attack; Rafe's vault through the air met her unexpected sally; their
bodies smacked into one another, hard, and they fell into a snarling, tangled
heap on the sand.
Shock and something almost like admiration laced through
Rafe's growled “Sara!” as they rolled around for a moment. She let a panting
grin roll off her bared canines. The element of surprise always startled her
opponents, and even super-Rafe was no exception. The dark blond wolf was huge
and strong. Even his paws were bigger than Sara's head. But once again, her
quick agility saved her.
The scent of desert pine and clean spring air and an
ineffable maleness carried to Sara's nose and she flipped around beneath him.
There had to be an opening. There! For a second as they rolled together one
more time, an impossibly small space appeared between Rafe's dark gold pelt and
the coral sands. Sara dove for it, twisting her limbs and head to escape her
worthy opponent. A quick scramble and she was on all fours, streaking away
about five feet before whirling to face him.
The word tilted for a moment as Rafe processed what had just
happened. The clever little wolf had turned beneath him and somehow slipped out
from their tangle of legs and fur and play-snapping jaws. He caught a glimpse
of her sleek gray body as it darted away.
Canny little wolf. She was more than ready to mate, and with
him. Fast, smart, thinking on her feet, able to keep a cool head in the midst
of a sly pounce. Better yet, he hadn't realized she knew of his approach until
literally the last second, when his opening leap was met by her own springing
body. It had so startled him he awkwardly—and uncharacteristically—slammed a
paw against a large rock on the way down, sending it crashing to the ground
just as his weight had landed on all her softness.
She was a fine wolf. Desire flashed through him. Both Rafe's
human and wolf sides had momentarily lost focus of the moment. Sara unerringly
chose that unguarded second to slide away from him, leaving him blinking. He
quickly righted himself and spun toward the direction she had gone. Checking
himself mid-whirl, he froze in an almost humorous tableau, one front leg angled
up in an incomplete step.
Unmoving, head lifted in an unconsciously proud gesture,
Sara stood mere feet from him, her stance firm and solid. No scent of fear
tainted her with its acrid stink.
For a long moment, they stood still, both breathing heavily
from their exertions. As they stared at one another, Rafe could almost feel the
pressure increase. The desire, that drove him, more and more, toward this wolf
who still played and bounced around the pack like a pup, who nipped at heels
and wore sassy dresses on Friday nights out on the town. This wolf with whom
he'd had some of the most mind-shattering, body-loosening, heart-expanding sex
ever.
Before, of course, she'd bounced off to play with other
members of the pack and clueless human men in town. She hadn't been ready for a
mate. He knew she'd felt it, the deep knowledge that they belonged together.
He'd seen it in her lazily sated, smiling blue eyes afterward. That was a bare
year ago, and she wasn't ready then. He'd let her go, although silently he
clenched his jaw every time she'd headed to town with his sister, Lily, and
returned to the pack smelling like another male.
It wasn't as if he'd been celibate, either. Until a mating
bond was established, there was no need for that in the wolf world, which
indulged passions with far less hangups than humans did. Rafe had waited
patiently for her to grow up, realize who and what she was, and to accept her
own strength and place within the pack. She had no idea what she wanted, and he
could never force the knowledge on her. She had to realize it herself, or not.