The Alpha’s Tempting Mate

Garrett

I step into my apartment, closing the door softly, as if the sound of a door snicking shut would disturb my suffering neighbor.

I’ve never considered myself the caretaking type of guy. I’m an alpha. I growl. I dominate. I demand. But fates, seeing my beautiful neighbor in so much pain nearly gutted me.

I’ve heard the scent of a wolf’s mate’s tears will bring him to his knees. Send his aggression level down to zero, unless it’s required to defend her. I swear seeing Amber so diminished did that to me.

My wolf chilled way the fuck out, tamping down my restless, lust-driven interest in her and replacing it with the need to soothe away every crease of pain etched in her face. I swear I saw a lifetime’s worth of trauma in her young face today. No wonder she’s so skittish. I have a feeling she’s seen and experienced things a woman so sweet never should have.

I hated leaving her, but what could I do? Set up shop in her apartment when she asked me to leave? I make her nervous enough, as it is.

And I need to lose my interest in this woman, anyway. She’s a human. Which means, not for me, unless I want a quick fuck.

Oh fates, I totally want a quick fuck.

My wolf growls. He wants more. So much more.

Down, boy. Not gonna happen.

Amber

“Look at all the pretty colors,” Foxfire cries over the noise of the band. She turns slowly on her barstool before catching herself on our table, doubling over and laughing. Then she makes a swipe for my drink.

“Whoa there, sister.” I hold my cosmo out of reach. I’ve been nursing it since I got here, out of solidarity to my grieving friend. Alcohol this soon after a monster headache episode is a bad idea.

“Sam, I need another one!” Apparently, she thinks she’s on a first-name basis with the bartender.

I catch his eye and give a small shake of my head, and he ignores her. “I think it’s time we switched to water.”

Foxfire pouts and shakes her head before barking with laughter again.

Let the record reflect: When liquoring up a friend so she can forget her ex, make sure she’s eaten first.

“Maybe we should go outside, get some air,” I suggest.

Foxfire isn’t listening. She lifts her empty glass and waggles her tongue into it before setting it down with a clunk.

“So thirsty,” she whines.

“I’ll get us some waters, but you have to stay right here, okay?”

I hop down from the chair to head to the other end of the bar where I can have a private conversation with Sam the bartender about not serving her again tonight. I take my cosmo with me. Foxfire spins slowly in her chair with a drunk, unfocused look. Of the two of us, she’s definitely the wild, fun one, but I’ve never seen her like this before. Maybe she took something when she went to the bathroom. I would’ve gone with her but this soon after a bad spell I don’t like being in close spaces with too many people, and this place is packed.

What was I thinking, coming here? Hunching my shoulders, I weave through the crowd three deep around the bar, trying to make myself less of a target. Too much noise, too many people. One touch too many, and I’ll end up in the middle of a vision.

Let the record reflect: Next girls’ night out, I will stick to Netflix and chill.

A shout goes up, and I whirl. Some girl is making a scene on the dance floor. A few security guys, as big and hulking as my thug neighbors, converge on the scene. More shrieking, and one of the security guys lifts the belligerent drunk.

Crap, it’s Foxfire, her multicolored hair flying everywhere.

“Excuse me, excuse me,” I push back through pockets of people, no time to keep from touching. Their feelings and thoughts wash over me like the colors of the light show. I arrive at Foxfire’s side, lurching like I’m also drunk. Security takes one look at me and hikes a thumb to the door.

“Is she okay?” I straighten, projecting I’m sober and responsible vibes as hard as I can. “I just left her for a moment.”

“Miss-”

“I just wanna dance!” Foxfire shouts, and windmills her arms.

“Okay.” A security guard the size of the Terminator points us towards the back. “Time to go.”

“I’ve got her. I’ll get her out of here.” I bob next to him, reaching for my friend. I barely come up to his biceps. “Only I’m parked out front and you’re taking us to the back-”

I spring back as Foxfire doubles over and starts retching.

“You need to leave,” the bouncer says without a flicker of expression. He really does remind me of the Terminator, looming over me. “Both of you.”

“Okay, okay, we were just leaving. But I’m parked out front.”

“I don’t care. You’re going out the back door. Now, move it.”

Foxfire doubles over again and a second bouncer catches her arm, dragging her forward. “Not in here,” he snaps, his double-pierced lip giving him an extra-menacing edge. He reminds me of my thug neighbors. What is with these guys wanting metal all over their faces?

“Hey!” I run beside them. “You need to slow down. She’s obviously not feeling well.”

The thug bouncer just tows her onward, dragging her when she stumbles.

“Stop,” I cry. “You’re going to give her bruises. Don’t you think getting her a glass of water or helping her to the bathroom would be a bit more in line?”

He propels Foxfire onto the patio in time for her to lean over and puke in a potted plant.

“Out,” he thunders, pointing to the door to the parking lot.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“Just wait three minutes.” I dive to hold back Foxfire’s hair. “Back off, or I’ll call the cops.”

“You’re eighty-sixed. You need to get out-”

“Stop.” A command ripples through the air. An enormous blond man unfolds himself from one of the patio chairs.

I double take. “Garrett?”

Two strides and my gorgeous new neighbor is at my side, staring Metal Face down. “Leave her alone.”

“But she-”

“Enough.” Garrett has quiet authority down pat. The guy shuts right up. “Go work the floor.”

The Terminator’s hands clamp down on the second bouncer’s shoulders, pulling him back inside.

“Anything else, boss?” Terminator rumbles. “You need help out here?”

“No, get back inside. I’ll take care of them.”

I help Foxfire to a chair, digging for the wet wipes I always have stashed in my purse.

“She okay?” Garrett asks.

“She will be.”

A cocktail waitress bustles out with a tray of waters. “Garrett? Tank said you’d need these.”

“Thanks, Stacy. Make sure no one comes back here, okay?”

“Sure thing, boss.”

“Good girl,” Garrett murmurs absently. His eyes are on me.

The waitress flushes and licks her huge, glossy lips, and I feel a surge of hatred.

“You work here?” I ask as soon as she leaves.

“I own the place.” He leans against the wall, arms crossed, muscles stretching his black T-shirt. Same jeans, same leather motorcycle boots.

I swallow. “I didn’t realize.”

“I know you didn’t.” Same smirk. He’s been toying with me. The owner of Eclipse also owns half the downtown real estate, including my apartment building.

My new neighbor is a business owner, not a thug.

“I thought-” I stop. I can’t tell him he dresses like a derelict.

Head in hands, Foxfire moans.

“Um, I’m sorry about this,” I stand, hands fluttering as if I could conjure away the situation. “We don’t usually party this hard.”

“One drink is partying hard?”

I blink. “You were watching me?”

He inclines his head yes.

“You really should talk to your bartenders. You could be held liable for overserving-”

“Amber.” One word stops me. He steps into my space, his body heat washing over me. Instead of feeling intimidated, I relax. Safe. “You feeling okay? Last time I saw you-”

“I’m fine,” I half turn away, pretending not to be affected, even though every inch of me buzzes, aware, alive.

“You sure about that?” His voice rumbles low, sending a shiver across my skin.

“I’m sure,” I whisper. After all, what am I going to tell him? You touched me, and the visions came, but the pain went away.

“Here are your waters,” the waitress chirps. Her lips seem extra shiny with gloss. Her gaze flickers over Garrett and I standing close together, and she looks disappointed.

Without thinking, I step into Garrett until my shoulder touches him, as if he’s mine, and I have a right to be in the circle of his arms.

A soft chuckle sounds above my head. I tilt my face up, ready to meet his smirk, and, just like that, the hallucination hits me.

My vision blurs. Images flip before my eyes, too fast for me to catch. A movie on fast forward.

I’m back in the elevator, with Garrett and his two friends. This time, I run out to the apartment parking lot. They follow, dropping to all fours, turning into wolves under the giant, glowing eye of the full moon.

“Amber?”

I shake myself, coming to. I’m in Garrett’s arms, clinging to his shirt. My entire body flashes hot then cold.

“Werewolf,” I breathe, staring into the handsome face that, only seconds before, was a wolf.

Garrett jerks, almost dropping me, and his brow wrinkles. “What did you just say?” There’s a sharp menace to his voice and alarm kicks through me.

It’s true. He’s a werewolf. And he doesn’t look happy that I know.

“Nothing.” I push away. Beyond him, the clouds part. The moon is full. I need to get out of there. Quick.

“Foxfire, come on.” I slip her arm over my shoulder and stand, ignoring her groan.

“Amber, stop,” Garrett commands, but I ignore him.

Foxfire and I make it to my car, and, by the time I unload her into the back seat and get her buckled in, my heart has stopped racing. My mind is still running marathons, though. What did I just see? Could it be real? No-that’s ridiculous. It was a hallucination. Not real.

“Werewolves don’t exist,” I mutter.

“Amber.”

I leap up with a shriek.

Garrett’s standing there, a huge hunk of silent menace in the shadows. “We need to talk.”

Prickles race over my skin. In answer, I scramble to my side, slam the door, and squeal the tires outta there. It doesn’t matter who Garrett is, or how much real estate he owns, or whether it’s true he turns four legged and furry every full moon.

Werewolves may not exist, but the vision made it clear. Garrett is a threat.