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 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 — 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 through," 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?

The woman's body was created in a way to take a man's cọck — 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 across the clouds, tearing them apart.

The door rumbled with a gentle knock, and I moved over to find out who it was.

When I swung it open, I met a young lady standing there with a tray of food and 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.

'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 the food and drinks that you requested." She extended the tray forward, and I let her in.

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

These 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 could take calls freely.

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 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 had not asked 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 replied.

"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 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 my face 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 twenty-eight 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, unless 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 the young woman, who looked up 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 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 favourite. 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 weakened state. She would pass out, because even our women fainted from my pleasure.

My cọck was massive compared to an ordinary human's cọck, so she would need her strength to withstand me.

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 contradictory creature. First, he did not 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 only his mate.

Zion wanted only our mate to take our rut, and he feared she would be heartbroken that he had cheated on her. That we both had cheated on her.

But in our twenty-eight years of living, we still hadn't met our true 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 human woman whose scent I like, she cannot be our mate," Zion snarled, his voice lacking the confidence it held 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 warm water in the bathtub.

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

After bathing, I turned on the shower to rinse off of my body and stepped out.

My mind raced, wondering if the woman had run away. After all, she was scared of me.

I knew I would be disappointed if she had fled the room before I finished.

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