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Bred by the Alpha

By:Sam Crescent & Stacey Espino

Bred by the Alpha
Sam Crescent & Stacey Espino

       Breeding Season, 3

Chapter One

"Her stomach looks so cute," said Jake. He was swooning over his pregnant mate, and Liam was fucking sick of hearing about it.

"Keep that shit to yourself," he said.

Jake glared at him. "You're even bitchier than usual. What's going on with you?"

Liam had just turned fifty. He was the alpha of his pack and was still  without a woman to call his own. He could hardly sleep nights knowing he  still didn't have an heir to take over his place in the pack once he  was too old to reign.

"Cabin fever," he said.

"We're almost finished construction. Don't worry, we'll be out of your hair within the week."

"Just hurry it up."

He stood and stretched out his muscles. Since three of his packmates had  found their mates within the last year, he wanted all the happy couples  out of the main cabin. They owned thousands of acres of untouched  forest, with a small settlement for their pack. Lately, he'd been  sleeping in his fur in their old wolf den rather than his comfortable  king-sized bed. Listening to Jake, Eli, and Ben fucking in the next  rooms had put him in a perpetual black mood.

Why were the gods forsaking him? He'd been searching for his mate for  decades, but all he'd found were one-night stands. Liam began to trek  away from the camp. His spirits were down, and tonight he'd drown his  misery in cheap whisky.

"Come on," he called to his dog, Alphie. The German shepherd ran up  beside him, tagging along. He'd always loved dogs, and the fact had made  him a pariah of sorts. Shifters believed dogs were lesser beings and  couldn't understand why he'd want one as a pet. He blamed his human  side. Regardless, everyone knew to keep their paws off Alphie, even in  their wolf form, or they'd deal with him.

The forest was quiet at this time of evening, just the remnants of the  sunset between the leaves above. He loved this land, but the loneliness  was driving him insane. He wanted what many of his friends had, a mate,  love, happiness, and regular sex. As a shifter, his sexual drive was off  the charts, and he was tired of cheap women and random hookups. He  wanted to devote himself to one woman, but it had to be the one chosen  for him. Maybe he'd die alone, his legacy ending along with him.

Liam had a love-hate relationship with humankind. He used to work as a  driver for the local lumber camp, but as alpha he preferred to stay on  the land, ensuring it was safe. Most of his pack had outside jobs during  the day, but at night they patrolled their territory in shifts. They  had enemies that would be eager to claim their property, and there was  no way he'd let that happen. It was survival of the fittest in their  world.

He rarely ventured into the small town. The gossipy humans served to  piss him off, and he wouldn't feed their craving for information. After  years of his refusing to warm up to them, they now kept their  distance-exactly how he liked it. Their identities as shifters was a  carefully guarded secret, and since many humans in the small northern  town liked to hunt, that didn't put them on common ground. Zealous  hunters often targeted wolves.

The grocery store was a beacon of light as he emerged from the forest.  He rolled out his shoulders. He'd get what he needed and have a  full-blown pity party. He hoped his mood would improve once he had the  main cabin to himself again.

He ran a hand through his hair. This would be a quick stop. His boots  crunched along the gravel before he stepped onto the paved parking area.  A couple streetlamps highlighted the nearly empty lot. He knew the navy  pickup belonged to the cashier, and the guy stocking shelves owned the  red Honda. The manager was a loud bitch, but she was only in during the  day.

As he neared the front doors, an unusual scent caught his attention. It  made his fangs prick his gums. He resisted his urge to shift and  investigate. He'd come to the store for his booze, and he planned to get  it. Liam didn't trust his own instincts at this point, not with his  black mood.

Alphie sensed his unease, barking into the darkness. "Relax, boy. I'll  just be a minute." He left his dog outside and entered the grocery  store.

The bright florescent lights irritated his eyes once he entered. As a  shifter, all his senses were magnified. He grabbed a basket and began  his search. Often, he ate in his wolf form-rabbit, deer, whatever he  decided to hunt. Sometimes he'd save what he caught and barbeque it at  their camp, human-style. That's why he liked to have hot sauce on hand.                       


As he entered the first aisle, the cashier monitored his every move. Did  she think he was there to steal? He ground his teeth, tempted to tell  her to "fuck off". Instead, he made his way through the store,  collecting what he needed.

He still couldn't get that scent off his mind. It was even stronger  inside the store, perfuming the air to the point of distraction. It was  delicious, a sweet vanilla that made his cock hard. He nearly laughed  out loud. Having blue balls for months had made him delirious.

As he turned the corner into the produce aisle, he saw her. She was a  vision, long red hair twirled up on top her head, and big green eyes. He  watched her move, putting things into her basket without paying  attention to her surroundings. She was the essence of a woman, with lush  curves and pouty lips-and she was, without a doubt, the source of the  scent.

He practically drooled as he envisioned stripping her naked and eating  her until she came on his tongue. He licked his lips. Gods, he wanted  her, and he would have her. Never in his life had he felt such a strong  pull.

The sudden realization finally struck him, nearly bringing him to his  knees. She was his mate. Could it actually be true? Was she the one sent  by the gods? She was human, but at this point in his life, he didn't  give a fuck. She was gorgeous, a ray of sunshine to his darkness.

He watched her for the longest time, frozen in place at the end of the  aisle. Where had she come from? Maybe dropped right out of heaven. He'd  never seen her before, and he sure as hell had never noticed that  addictive scent before. She had rounded hips, perfect for child-bearing.  He could already imagine her ripe with their child, with his heir. Her  tits were huge, barely contained under her beige canvas jacket. Liam had  never wanted a woman more.


Rebecca wasn't a people person.

Shopping at the local grocery store each week was a necessary evil. She  came an hour before closing when she knew it would be empty, and the sun  had set, so no prying eyes could stare at her in the parking lot.

She'd moved to the micro-town five months ago. City life was too hectic,  and her therapist recommended somewhere with a slower pace. Since her  editing job was an online position, she had the flexibility to pack up  and move anywhere in the world. She'd stopped taking her anxiety meds in  exchange for the endless miles of evergreens beyond her apartment  windows. The fresh air, the quiet, it had all done wonders for her peace  of mind.

The townsfolk were a different story. They loved to stare, even point,  probably because she was new and hardly ventured outside. At least in  the city she had anonymity.

Rebecca pulled her grocery list from her front pocket and glanced at her  notes. The soft elevator music relaxed her. She needed the essentials  and some fruit and vegetables. Since moving up north, she'd also vowed  to start eating healthier.

She wandered up the produce aisle, glancing at the selection. Rebecca  tried to imagine the meals she could make. They had fresh asparagus  today, so she splurged and added it to her basket. Carrots,  mini-potatoes, and Brussel sprouts would be nice sautéed in a sauce pan.  She was so focused on her task that she bumped into a person.

She gasped, horrified. There hadn't been anyone in sight before she  started looking at the vegetables. "I'm so sorry," she said. She set  down her basket.

The man took a step back and narrowed his eyes as he looked her up and  down. Yes, she had a lot of weight left to lose, but he didn't have to  be obvious about it. "I've never seen you before."

"I'm new to town. Well, kind of new. I've only been here for five months."

He smirked, a dimple appearing on his cheek.

"What's your name?"


He glanced at her basket. "You like vegetables?"

"They're healthy," she said. "I'll Google a good way to cook them up."


She paused. Was he joking?

"I don't come to town too often." The man held out his basket. "But I do  like to indulge myself once in a while." He winked. There was a bottle  of hot sauce, a bag of limes, and two bottles of whisky.

Rebecca cocked her head to the side. "No veggies?"