Alpha Andrew's Human Mate

ALPHA ANDREW "I heard Dennis Hotel has the most charming ladies for the night and treats their women well. But I guess that was a wrong remark, when you all are bullies!" I growled at the receptionist, who trembled under my Alpha aura. She might not know it, but I was an Alpha wolf of the Dark Mountain Pack. "I am sorry, sir. This woman is not among our groups of women. We have beautiful women available for your service. She just strayed in here, and I was only trying to show her out," the stubborn receptionist said, and my eyes wandered off to the beautiful young lady who stood aside, trembling. She had long blonde hair that fell off her shoulders and reached her waist. Her body was trembling from the cold night wind, and my beta, Steven, mind-linked me. "Alpha, we got the wrong description about the Dennis Hotel. Maybe we should look for another hotel to lodge for the night," Steven Weston said through our mind-link, but I refused. "No. I am already here, and I cannot leave. We

ALPHA ANDREW I could smell the human's anxiety. It didn't occur to me that the humans were aware of us. At least, not many of them believed in the existence of wolves. So I was shocked when she connected the dots and suspected that I was a real werewolf. The way her eyes had widened in horror — it was evident that she didn't want to pleasure me, and I could not bring myself to force her or use my Alpha pheromones to seduce her. I loved for my women to seduce me. To try to win Zion and me, and not the other way around. "Strip," I commanded her, and I watched how her hands trembled to take off my coat. Even though she did not have a big bust, her breasts were full, moderate in size, and enough for my palms to cup and squeeze them when I thrust into her. My cọck was threatening to tear off my boxers to take her. To feed her with our juice and explore her wonderland. Even though I had not stripped off my boxers, her eyes had widened at my huge size, but I wasn't going to give up — a

(Alpha Andrew's POV) After mating with the woman, I wasn't expecting her to collapse on the bed. But she took my rut. My body had never felt better than it felt now. I watched her sleeping on the bed. My eyes darted to her neck, where I had placed my mark on her. "Oh no! What came over me?" I gasped in the dimly lit room. In the midst of my sinful glee, I had marked her. My lips had tasted the soft feel of her skin. Her skin was so soft and soothing to my touch, calming my body. My cum had been plentiful, and now I was restless, wondering if she would take care of my discharge. "You shouldn't have mated with her and marked her! She is a human! She cannot be our mate!" Zion growled at the back of my head. His mood was enraged. Ignoring my wolf, I gently positioned the woman to sleep peacefully on the bed. I would be leaving before dawn. How would I make her payment? My mind raced as I peered at her face. "You should leave the check for her where you think she can find it," Zio

(Alpha Andrew's POV) The taxi tires screeched to a halt, and I flung open my side door and got out. Steven then settled the fare as I strode off to my exclusive yacht, which waited at the dock to take us to the Dark Mountain Pack. It was a sleek black yacht with a modern and captivating interior. The Dark Mountain Pack logo was engraved on top of the yacht, symbolizing its departure and destination. Some of my pack members at the dock welcomed me as they greeted, "Welcome, Alpha Andrew." The humans lurking around and waiting for their fishing boat to arrive were unconcerned and unaware of my pack people. I allowed them to travel, but my pack warriors monitored them upon their return and warned them against revealing anything about my pack. My pack banished anyone caught. This prevented betrayals of our pack and the entire werewolf community. As I hopped on my yacht, which featured a roaring wolf symbol on the flag that gazed at the sky and howled to the moon goddess for her imm

Martha's POV When I arrived at the Silver's Restaurant, the magnificent two-story building stood before me. As I attempted to rush in, even though I hadn't changed out of my blue dress, the manager, Mrs. Judith, saw me and called to my attention. "Martha! Why are you arriving at this time?" I stilled and turned to face her. Judith Robin was a 35-year-old woman. She was a single mother of two children, a girl who was 10 and a boy who was 8 years old. However, she poured her frustration on us. "Ma, I woke up late and I couldn't find a cab to bring me early to work," I lied, but Judith shook her head. Her expression firm. "Martha, do I need to remind you that this is a luxury restaurant? First, we prioritize looking neat, and you strode in here with the dirty blue dress that you wore last night, reeking of body odor. You cannot go in and work. Kindly take your leave," she ordered, blocking my entry as she stood tall in front of the door. The other staff working in the restaurant p