Taming the Ruthless Alpha

“Welcome, Samuel.” A man holding a sign with my name on it called my attention. I smiled and hugged him excitedly when I recognized him.

It was Hector, one of my father's trusted warriors. Squat and muscular with a butch cut, Hector had an intimidating presence. He rarely smiled, but I saw his lips curve a little when I pulled away from him.

“Congratulations on your graduation,” Hector took my luggage with him, “We've missed you.”

“Thank you,” I had graduated a week ago from a college on the other side of the country, and I was glad to finally be home.

As Hector and I exited the busy airport terminal, I asked him, “How's everything at home? Has the war stopped?”

Hector looked at me sadly, “No. The Arrowhead pack is still intent on getting revenge. They have rejected all our calls for a truce.”

Hector and I got into his truck and drove out of the airport.

“I'm not surprised they have no interest in a truce, our pack killed their Alpha after all.” I complained. I had warned my father against killing Alpha Bruno, his long-time nemesis, but my father had gone against my wishes.

“You know why your father had to do it.” Hector spoke as he maneuvered through traffic.

“Because of a piece of land?” I scoffed.

“Bite your tongue, boy.” Hector scolded, his eyes on the road, “They wanted to take our sacred and ancestral lands. Did you expect your father to fold his arms and watch?”

I rolled my eyes and looked out of the window, instantly annoyed. Four years ago, when war had broken out between our pack and the Arrowhead pack, I'd tried to broker peace. But at eighteen years old, nobody had listened to me. Instead, my father had sent me off to college five thousand miles away, so I wouldn't get caught up in the war.

In college, I'd been forced to assume a fake identity so the Arrowhead pack would not try to use me as a prop to get my father to give in.

“So, who's the new Alpha of the Arrowhead pack?” I questioned Hector, “Or haven't they chosen a new Alpha?”

Hector grimaced. “It's not official yet, but our spies report that the elders of the Arrowhead are so desperate, they're trying to recall an exiled wolf.”

“Goddess!” I exclaimed, shocked. It was almost a taboo in our tradition to recall an exiled wolf, talk more of appointing him an Alpha.

“Why? Who is this guy?” I wanted to know.

“We don't know.” Hector admitted, “But I have a feeling he's going to be a force to be reckoned with.”

I began to fidget with worry. This war had gone on long enough but it didn't seem like it was about to stop anytime soon.

It hurt me that no matter how much I wanted peace, my father would never agree to bury the hatchet.

Suddenly, I was no longer in a hurry to go home. I didn't want to embrace the harsh reality of a war between the two largest packs just yet.

“Hector, could you drop me off at Bardow?” I pleaded.

Hector looked away from the road to glare at me, “Samuel, are you still . . .?”

“Gay?” I grinned, “Yes, Hector. It's not a phase.”

Hector coughed, and a blush covered his weather-beaten face, “I know it's not a phase. I thought you would have forgotten about that . . . place.”

“Forget Bardow?” I exclaimed theatrically, “I could never!”

Bardow was the most opulent gay bar in Jersey. It was ritzy and high-end for rich men who wanted to hook up with other rich men. Only businessmen, A-list celebs, and star athletes were allowed into the premises.

It was the best place to down quality drinks and find a hunk or hunks, for a one-night stand.

“This is the best way to celebrate my homecoming, Hector. Don't I deserve a little enjoyment?” I begged.

Hector looked uncomfortable, “Samuel, you know you've got a target on your back. The Arrowhead pack could send assassins after you.”

“Come on, Hector. Nobody knows I'm back in town. Tomorrow morning, I'll call you and you can come drive me back to the pack territory.” I begged him.

Hector sighed in surrender, “Fine. I'm gonna take you to the bar on one condition; if you feel the least bit uncomfortable, I want you to get out of there, and call me.”

“I will.” I promised him, and I meant it.

“Fine,” Hector shrugged and took a turn, driving the truck towards the nightlife district. It was already evening, so the bar and club lights were already on, and the parking spaces were disappearing.

When we arrived in front of Bardow, Hector stopped the truck, and I removed my seat belt.

“Remember, Sammy, be careful or your father will have my head.”

“Don't worry, I'll stay safe.” I smiled innocently.

I enthusiastically raced out of the truck and waved at Hector as he ignited the engine and drove off.

I looked at Bardow. Unlike the other establishments near it that had camp and glam decors, the building was painted a dull grey with a boring Neon sign of its name on the side.

“How I've missed you!” I grinned as I stepped inside.

Although I'd been absent for four years, nothing had changed about the interior. The lights were low, the leather seats still looked sturdy, and the whole place smelled of pine and sandalwood.

I let my eyes roam the place, looking for a companion to take home. We'd make useless small talk before we'd find a place to fuck the brains out of each other.

I recognized a few musicians and movie stars, but they didn't appeal to me, which was weird. I usually loved having sex with popular people so I could have bragging rights.

In my search for a one-time fuck buddy, I made eye contact with a man at the bar. He was tall, almost a head taller than every man in the room. He was dark-haired, with sharp green eyes and a facial bone structure to die for.

I knew I was staring rudely, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. In my defense, he was staring back at me too. I let my eyes roam his well-muscled body encased in an expensive hand-tailored suit, and as I imagined him pinning me to a surface, I felt my cock stir in my pants.

I'd never been this attracted to anyone in my life, I reasoned absently. From his looks and his build, I figured he was either an actor or a model.

“Should I go hit on him?” I wondered. He had a domineering aura around him like he was some wild predator. I would not have minded getting devoured by him.

I decided to wait for him to make the first move, but he just smirked at me. I cursed under my breath. He knew I was interested in him, and he wanted to see if I could summon up the courage and go talk to him.

“Well, you're in for a surprise,” I mused. I had no problem going after whatever I wanted. I ran my fingers through my dark hair and checked my reflection in my phone screen to make sure I looked good. My almond eyes, Roman nose, full lips and strong jawline looked perfect.

I put my phone into my pocket and taking a deep breath, I sauntered toward my target.

As I moved across the room, I was satisfied to note a glint of surprise in the mystery man's eyes. He had not thought I'd actually approach him.

When I was two feet away from him, I inhaled his scent, and my lust doubled. He smelled of vintage French perfume, which I found addictive.

We kept gazing at each other for a complete minute, waiting for who would break the silence.

A bartender appeared in our periphery.

“Good evening, Sirs. What would you like to d—”

Before the bartender could finish talking, my man waved him away.

Come on, Samuel, I gassed myself up, talk to him. He wants you.

And that was not a lie. Mr Mystery was looking at me like I was his favorite meal.

I gave him my most flirtatious smile, “My name is—”

“That doesn't matter.” The words were said in a voice that was so deep and rich, I could feel my cock strain in my pants. How did everything about this man turn me on?

“Rude much?” I quirked an eyebrow, feigning annoyance. He'd interrupted me after all.

“Not being rude, I just don't want to waste any time.” The man's lips curved up in a smirk.

I was a bit confused at how this beguiling man was speaking to me. Normally, I'd have torn him a new one, but I couldn't bring myself to.

Instead, I tried to give making small talk with him another chance.

“So, what are you?” I regarded him from under my lashes, “An actor? A basketball player? A model?”

The man's smirk disappeared and he leaned into my space, “Don't you get it? I don't want to talk.”

Every hair on my body stood on end as I gazed up at him, “W-what do you want?”

He grinned mischievously, “I want to take you to my place and do dirty things to you.”

I was not innocent in any way, but I could feel my cheeks burn red. I thanked my lucky stars that the lights in the bar were so low, nobody would see me blushing.

“I don't understand you,” I shook my head, trying to think straight. “You saw me but you didn't approach me, now you're trying to rush me to bed.”

The man rubbed his large powerful hands together, “I was giving you time to make up your mind.”

“What if I decided not to come here and talk to you?”

He chuckled, “I would have walked up to you and propositioned you.”

“Oh yeah?” I challenged.

“When I set my eyes on you, I knew this night was going to end one way, with us fucking each other's brains out.”

My vivid imagination put his words on display in my brain, and my hardon became a full-on rager. I fervently hoped he would not look down and see the dent my cock had made in my pants.

“My place or yours?” I asked impatiently.

My mystery man only smiled, as though he knew how hot and I bothered I was, “I thought I made it clear; we're going to mine.”

At this point, I didn't care where I did it, I just wanted to get my hands and my mouth on him.

“Your place it is, then.” Impulsively, I put my hand in his and I melted a little. His callused palm radiated warmth, and I didn't want to let it go.

Together, we walked out of Bardow, drawing appreciative and envious glances from many of the bar's patrons.

Outside, my man took me to his car, a sleek jet black sports car.

“Get in. That's our ride.”

I giggled. This man was rich, handsome, and arrogant. He would be the perfect one-night stand.

The car interior looked extravagant, with plush leather seats that smelled heavenly. From the passenger seat, I watched him, enraptured.

His face sported a little frown as he wove through traffic.

“You're staring.” He murmured.

“Sorry,” I said, not feeling sorry at all. What I felt for this man could only described as animal magnetism. The urge to touch him, feel him, and drive him crazy was so overwhelming, I gave in.

Shyly, I inched my fingers past the center console and dropped them on his lap.

My man glanced at me, his eyes darkening with what I hoped was lust.

“Eyes on the road.” I commented.

His eyes switched to the road before us, and I caressed his right lap, feeling his warm firm muscles beneath his pants. I kept my eyes on his face as my hand slowly trailed to his groin.

I heard his breath catch, and I grinned. I was having an effect on him.

“I like a man who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to take it.” When he spoke, his voice was cracked with exertion, “So, will you?”

“Will I what?” I splayed my hand on the apex of his lap.

“Take what you want.” He removed his right hand from the steering wheel and pulled my hand on his lap up. Before I could blink, he placed my hand square on his groin.

I vibrated with barely checked lust when I touched his dick print. It was a warm huge bulge that expanded beneath my touch. He was incredibly large, and I couldn't wait to see how beautiful his dick was.

My imagination began to stir my wolf instincts. My inner wolf began to get aroused as well begging to get laid as well.

Uh-oh, I thought, scared. If I shifted into my wolf form, I risked scaring away this sexpot of a man.

“Cool your jets, Sam.” I muttered and reluctantly withdrew my hand from his groin.

The man glanced at me curiously, “Why did you stop?”

“Because that was just a preview. I'll give you the full show when we get to your place.” I winked at him.

“You're not having second thoughts? I can turn around if you want.”

If only he knew I wanted to have rough hard sex with him more than I wanted my next meal.

“No. No second thoughts.”

“Good,” He hit the gas and the road became a blur, “I can't wait to give you hell for teasing me just now.”

My body tingled with excitement at his naughty threat. I held on to my seat belt as we streaked past other cars, “Did you expect me to give you a hand job while you're driving? That would have ended in a disaster.”

Intentionally making my voice sound more seductive, I leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Pleasure delayed is pleasure doubled.”