Alpha's Tension

Antonio's grip flies off of me in an instant, and both of our eyes cower to the ground in submission. God, how I haven't missed living with wolves. Despite the alpha aura floating around us, I am thankful to have his squeezing hand off my arm. "Antonio, what is going on. Don't make me ask you again." His voice is low and threatening. I try not to look up, but curiosity gets the better of me, and I take a glance. His short black hair is slicked back, his black suit is tightly fit to his chest, and his chiseled jaw is highlighted by a trace of beard-scuff. His eyes are dark brown and piercing, and as soon as they meet mine, I drop my gaze back to my feet. I can't help the increase of my heart rate that all three of us can hear, and I feel my face heat with embarrassment. Why did he have to look so sexy? This would be much easier if he looked like a homeless man. "T-this is my daughter, Alpha Ben. The one I spoke to you about?" Antonio sounds nervous, as he should be in the presence

Daliah I had planned those words for the entire 22-minute walk across the mansion, yet when they leave my lips, they sound uncertain and shaky. His piercing eyes scan over my face that undoubtedly had debris on it from the maids occasionally tossing trash at me while I walked to his office, and possibly dried blood from the omega in the kitchen. Without breaking eye contact, Ben stands from his desk and stalks towards me with a tilted head. "What makes you think you're good enough to be my lawyer?" He asks in a rough voice. I can tell he doesn't like me from the waves of irritation that float off of him. His proximity has my skin tingling from the heat, and I take a step backwards as he approaches me until my back is pressed flush against the closed door behind me. "I-I'm a lawyer, and a wolf," I say quietly despite my attempt to be confident. Technically, I am a wolf, but I haven't seen her in nearly 7 years. Not that I didn't want to, but after dealing with my father my whole li

BenMy wolf is driving me crazy. All I want to do is let Luciano get back to her work, or whatever she plans on doing while here in the Big Apple. Instead, he is playing games with her. Toying with her to make sure she stays near. It started with the first time she said *yes alpha* to me. God, that horny bastard is so obsessed with her, and he won't even give me a reason why. He's had plenty of she-wolves and has plenty of others to choose from, yet here he is acting like a stalker to our enemy's daughter. "I didn't say you could leave," I tell her through gritted teeth, but it's not because I am upset with her. It's because I am fighting every adam in my body that wants to let my wolf have control. "I-I'm sorry, Alpha," she stutters out, and damn if it's not the sexiest thing I've ever seen. To see a woman so composed, so put together, fall to pieces at my voice. I listen to her heartbeat pick up in fear and her breathing start to become forced, similar to earlier when she had be

Daliah"W-what?" I ask dumbfoundedly. He remains silent, awaiting my obedience to his command. "I am not removing my clothing. Why would you even ask that?" I chastise him through gritted teeth, knowing well that the alpha of the north doesn't take rejection well. "Take. It. Off. I need to see your scars." He replies quietly through his own clenched jaw. His alpha tone is hard to avoid, but I stand my ground, or at least remain curled in a ball on his seat. Nudity among the wolves isn't uncommon, but I have been living with the mundies for seven years. "No! I won't do that." I retaliate against his order but watch in fright as he strides around the desk and takes my arms in his hands. I try to fight against his grip, but he jerks me out of the chair to stand. "Take it off, Daliah." He repeats, and I continue struggling against his grasp. His fingers move to the rim of my shirt, and I pull down on it as he pulls up on it, trying to take it off. "Stop! Please, leave me alone!" My f

DaliahI remained in my bedroom for the entire evening and night, not bothering to fight the servants for a loaf of bread. When morning finally broke through my window, I sighed in contemplation before moving an inch. Did I really want to face the day? Life would be so much easier if I could stay in bed the whole day.Unfortunately, I had a business conference to attend in the city. My father had used his Beta's connection to make this meeting for me, and he notified me of it last night around 9 pm. "City Center Law Firm, be there at 10 am tomorrow. The owner is willing to talk big numbers." His text had read, but the meaning behind the words was much deeper. Willing meant he had been tortured into compliance, and big numbers were not for me; it was for his mafia dealings. Probably covering his crew's ass for something. My heels click annoyingly on the stone floor of the mansion as I try to sneak past others without notice. When a group of omegas turns the corner, laughing and gigg