Alpha Ivan's Rogue Mate

“Daddy? Why are we here?” I know I’m whining and Daddy hates whining, but I can’t help it. It’s cold and dark and scary and I want to go home. “Shut the fuck up!” he orders. Though his voice is gruff and the words that he says are mean, he isn’t really paying attention to me right now. He’s too busy peering into the gloom that’s all around us. Daddy looks down at his watch and then looks back into the trees that surround us. His movements are fast and jerky, like he’s on that special medicine again. Well, more like he needs to have another shot with the special medicine. He always gets meaner whenever he needs the special medicine. “Are we really going to see Mommy out here?” I ask. That’s what Daddy had told me when he made me get out of bed. He was bringing me out into a deep dark part of the words beyond our pack borders where the teachers always tell us that we’re never allowed to go so that we could get Mommy and bring her home. He

The bath is tepid and too small, but it still feels glorious. A bargain basement bath bomb, a travel-sized bottle of Moscato left over from a very confused man’s bachelor party, and a sugar cookie candle that one of the other servers gave me for Christmas and I’m in heaven. No thick, itchy stage makeup to cover my rogue mark. No aching feet. No hands on parts of my body where they aren’t wanted. No father that never wanted me lurking around. Just me and marginal luxury. Thinking about the night, I realize how good it was. I made $800 in tips. That’ll cover what’s left of my bus pass for the month, food, and a little extra cash just in case, leaving me with $500. Calculating in my head, I add that to the total that I have hidden away in my room. I’m within $5,000 dollars of my goal. Maybe by the end of the month. Definitely by next month and then I’m out of here. Away in the cabin in the woods that Cody and I said that we woul

“Come on, man. It’s your 25th birthday. We can’t be late!” my beta, Jude, calls from my bedroom. “All the guys are ready to go.” I’m standing in my bathroom, having just finished putting on my hair. I grab the body spray that my mom got for me. It’s a pheromone enhancer, one that will increase my scent for my mate to find me. It works pretty damn well on the general unmated female population, but it will make my scent nearly irresistible to my mate. Wolves are able to start finding their mates after their first shift at age 16, so the fact that I’m 25 and haven’t found mine is fairly unheard of. Especially since I’m an alpha. Honestly, I’m not all that pressed about it. My parents hadn’t found each other until Pops was 31 and Mom was my age. Pops stayed alpha until well into his 50s, giving the pack over three decades of stability. He’d made alliances and friends in a ton of different packs and grown our own pack to nearly one thousand wol

The alpha has been watching me since I walked into the room. I don’t know why. There’s no way that he could know that I’m a rogue. I’ve made sure that my scent is covered, as is my rogue mark. He can’t know. But something about his gaze is predatory and it’s scaring the shit out of me and I don’t know how to get away without raising a lot of questions. The scent of all the males have permeated the entire room, though, luckily, all of the females are using descenting spray. However, the alpha’s scent is the strongest in the room. I know it’s his just like I know my own name. It’s scary, overpowering, and authoritative. Like he owns the very air that we breathe. I mean, he is the alpha of our pack. It’s not a far fetch. But all of the females in the room seem to be falling over all themselves to get to him, his scent making their eyes glaze with desire. Just because I am not old enough to be paid for the services that

I come back to the bar, shaking from my encounter with the alpha. I must be breathing heavily and pale based on the way that Jorge is looking at me. “What did the, alpha want?” he asks, his voice low and intense, though he isn’t looking at me. His eyes have never left the other females, his eyes never ceasing to make sure that everything is above board. Me, I scream in my head. “Whiskey, neat,” I say instead. I know that fear has to be pumping out of my pores and the only reason that it isn’t perfuming the room is the descenting spray that I’m wearing. Jorge turns around. “Raoul, get the alpha’s drink. I’ll run it to him personally. Nova, you go make sure that the pool area is ready for the alpha and his party.” “Jorge, he’ll be pissed. He’s specifically said that he wants me to wait on him tonight.” Among other things. Jorge turns around and he must see what I already know to be true. The alpha’s eyes are still on