Chapter 4

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 werewolves. 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 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 as she took off my coat.

Even though she did not have a big bust, her breasts were of moderate size and full 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 with our juice, and to explore her wonderland.

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

She awoke 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 am afraid that she will collapse or pass out. You do not 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 to step out of the bathroom.

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

The door rumbled with a gentle knock, and I moved over to the door to find out 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 eyes over my body and down to my crotch.

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

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

"Um, I am sorry to gawk at you, sir. Here's your drink that you requested." She held her hands forward, and I let her in.

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

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

Once the staff left, the door shut, and 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 knew the pack could come under attack. So, I went to pick up my phone from my trousers, and I saw my mother's name on the screen.

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

"Mom, I am an alpha, and I am 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 did not ask for her name, but I knew that she was uncomfortable around me.

"Andrew, you have to be careful of those humans. Even though we do business with them, they cannot be trusted. If they learn that 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 will 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 do not have a mate," Mom said, and I groaned again.

"Oh, Mom, I already told you that I cannot marry Zoey. I will only accept to make my 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 seeing 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 else I will send you back."

"Don't worry, Mom. When I get home, we will 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 your seat. Let me go and bathe; I will join you soon." I rose to my feet, and she stepped backward to create a space between us.

"You do not have to be scared of me," I said calmly, and she nodded, her head lowered, peering at her feet.

"I ordered chicken pepper soup, but I do not 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 that she was probably hungry, and it wouldn't be nice of me to mate with her in that weak form. She would pass out, because our women often faint from my pleasure.

My cóck is massive compared to an ordinary human's, so she would 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 is a confusionist. First, he does not like humans and only supports doing business with them for the sake of our pack members.

Second, he doesn't support me mating with any random woman, as he desires only our mate.

He wants only our mate to take our rut, and he feels she would be heartbroken that he cheated on her—that we both cheated on her.

But it's been 28 years of living, yet we haven't met our mate.

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

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

"Relax, let's enjoy the night. If she is my mate, I will find out," I replied to Zion before taking off my boxers and getting into 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 would 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 around my waist to meet her.