Chapter 4

Alpha Andrew's POV:

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 made it evident that she didn't want to pleasure me, and I couldn't bring myself to force her or use my alpha pheromones to seduce her.

I loved it when my women seduced me, tried to win Zion and me over, and not the other way around.

"Strip," I commanded her, and I watched how her hands trembled as she took off my coat.

Even though she didn't have a big bust, her brẹasts were a full, moderate size—enough for my palm to cup and squeeze them when I thrust into her.

My cóck was threatening to tear off my boxers to take her, to feed her our juices, and explore her wonderland.

Even though I hadn't stripped off my boxers yet, her eyes had widened at my huge cóck size, but I wasn't going to give up—at least not tonight.

She'd awoken that primal desire in me to claim her, to mark her, and to make her cum and beg my name for mercy.

"Alpha, do you think she can withstand our rut? I'm afraid she'll collapse or pass out. You don't have to do this. Not all wishes are meant to come true," Zion growled at the back of my head, but I didn't want to hear him out.

I watched her hurry into the bathroom and slam the door shut.

My eyes had already sized up her waist. How could she not be able to take my rut?

Women's bodies were created in a way to take a man's cóck, no matter how huge, long, thick, or fat it was.

"She will," I replied to Zion, anticipating the woman stepping out of the bathroom.

The rain continued to fall heavily, and thunder struck loudly in the clouds, tearing them apart.

The door rattled with a gentle knock, and I moved over to see who it was.

When I swung the door open, I met a young lady standing there with a tray of drinks in her hands.

Her eyes widened at my bare chest, and she shamelessly raked her gaze over my body and down to my crotch.

Were all women like that? Sizing up a man's crotch to know if they could take it in their cunt?

"Mmm," I coughed, and she cleared her throat and apologized, despite her flustered state.

"Um, I'm sorry for gawking at you, sir. Here's your drink that you requested." She extended her hands forward, and I let her in.

"Drop it and leave," I said, as I could smell her arousal.

Humans women were just like our women, only they were easily attracted to men, while our women were attracted for two reasons: one, to mate for money; two, only because of the mate bond.

Once the staff left and the door shut, my phone vibrated with an incoming call.

Now that I was out of the Dark Mountain Pack—even though there were other werewolf territories around—I had to be careful.

I went to pick up my phone from my trousers and saw my mother's name on the screen.

"Andrew, where are you? The rainfall is too much. Are you sure you'll still make it home tonight?"

"Mom, I'm an alpha, and I'm not afraid of the rainfall. Only that I had to take a break because of my men. We stopped by a brothel in the city," I replied calmly.

The door creaked open, and I watched the woman step out. I hadn't asked for her name, but I knew she was uncomfortable around me.

"Andrew, you have to be careful of those humans. Even though we do business with them, they can't be trusted. If they learn you're a werewolf, they might launch an attack on you," Mom said worriedly, and I groaned.

"Got it, Mom. I want to have some rest. I'll be home before sunrise," I said.

"Alright. I hope you got a present for Zoey. She loves you, and it's time to make her your Luna since you don't have a mate," Mom said, and I groaned again.

"Oh, Mom, I already told you that I can't marry Zoey. I'll only accept making my true mate the Luna," I said, my voice firm.

I caught the woman's eyes on me at the mention of Luna. She trembled and peered at me with suspicion, but when she saw my gaze on her, she swiftly looked away and stood in the corner as she waited for me to finish my call.

Her hands firmly clutched the towel around her chest as she stood with unease, squeezing her thighs together.

"Andrew," Mom growled my name and said, "You're 28 years old. You're old enough to start your own family. For how long do you want to remain single? Ensure that you bring a present for Zoey, or I'll send you back."

"Don't worry, Mom. When I get home, we'll settle this. Goodnight," I replied and ended the call.

My eyes darted to peer at the young woman, who looked at my face.

"Are you done bathing? You can have a seat. Let me go and bathe; I'll join you soon." I rose to my feet, and she stepped backward to create space between us.

"You don't have to be scared of me," I said calmly, and she nodded, her head lowered as she peered at her feet.

"I ordered chicken pepper soup, but I don't know if it's your favorite. Make yourself comfortable." I gestured to the meal in the room as I strode to the bathroom to shower.

I knew she was probably hungry, and it wouldn't be nice of me to mate with her in that weak form. She'd pass out because even our women fainted from my pleasure.

My cóck was massive compared to an ordinary human's, so she'd need her strength to withstand my pleasure.

Once in the bathroom, I was welcomed by her lovely citrus scent.

"She has a nice scent," Zion purred in pleasure, but I ignored him.

My wolf was a confused mess. First, he didn't like humans and only supported doing business with them for the sake of our pack members.

Second, he didn't support me mating with any random woman, as he desired his mate.

He wanted only our mate to take our rut, and he felt she'd be heartbroken that he cheated on her—that we both cheated on her.

But this was our 28 years of living, yet we hadn't met our mate.

What if our mate was a human? Could that human girl be my mate?

"No way. Our mate will be a werewolf. Though she smells nice, and she's the first woman whose scent I like, she can't be our mate," Zion growled, his voice lacking the confidence it had before.

"Relax, let's enjoy the night. If she is my mate, I'll find out," I replied to Zion before taking off my boxers and getting in the water in the bathtub.

I used the same sponge that the woman had used. Her scent made me enjoy the feel of the sponge over my body.

After bathing, I turned on the shower and stepped out.

Though my mind raced, wondering if that woman had run away—after all, she was scared of me.

I knew I'd be disappointed if she fled the room before I finished my bath.

But I was pleased to see her having her dinner as I walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a pristine white towel, to meet her.