How to land an alpha mate

Emma

“Alpha,” I moaned out loud as his cock thrust inside me repeatedly, my fingers gripping the edge of the desk for leverage. His rough hands latched around my throat and pulls me back, my back flush against his chest, his hot breath fanning my neck as he takes a long whiff of my scent.

“Goddess Em, you smell so good. I don’t think I can hold on for much longer.” He groans and I felt the telltale signs that he was about to reach his peak.

My fingers quickly went for my clit and rub my little button furiously, trying to play catch up.

Alpha Adrian might have one of the most impressive cock I’ve ever seen, but the guy is one selfish lover. He’ll shoot his load and never think twice about his partner’s satisfaction.

Ever since I’ve decided that he will be my permanent guy, the one I’d call onto when I’ve got an itch to scratch, my boyfriend, and hopefully soon, my chosen mate, I’ve had to rely more on myself to actually get there, if you know what I mean. It’s a bit of trouble but considering his pedigree, I think it’s worth it.

When we first started seeing each other, I had half expected him to be better in bed. Surprisingly, age doesn’t make one a better lover, or a big dick, at least not in his case. The guy may be blessed with an impressive appendage, but it’s useless considering he doesn’t really know how to use it.

He’s already past the big three oh and still haven’t found his mate. While I am five years younger than him, I’m what most in the werewolf world consider an old maid. I too haven’t met my mate and have decided enough is enough. This will be the year that I take back control over my fate and choose myself someone worthy of my standing. If my fated decided it’s okay to be tardy, well, he’s got another thing coming. I’m fabulous. I’m gorgeous. Why should he make me wait for him, I should be able to choose who I want to be with. And who better than the alpha of my pack?

Emma Winston, Luna of Blue Creek pack. I think that has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?

I felt the familiar twitch before Alpha Adrian pulls out his cock and shoots his load. Showering my back with his seed. Somehow I managed to reach my own finish a second behind him before we both slump back into the cushioned seat behind him. Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself, knowing what’s coming next.

Pushing me off him, he proceeded to pull up his pants and dress himself.

“Thanks, Em. You’re amazing as always.” He says, giving me a compliment for my service while his eyes didn’t linger on my own, his way of telling me to buzz off and our time together has now ended.

I got dressed while trying my best to not think too much of it. I know there’s not much love between us, but I hoped whatever affection we feel for each other would grow with time. After all, we both know that I’m the best candidate to be luna. And the best person to help him lead this pack.

“Are we still on for dinner?” I ask him as I twist my long blonde hair into a messy bun, hoping it’ll make me look more presentable, to some degree at least. I sometimes wished he would be more proactive when it comes to spending time with each other. But I also know, as alpha, he’s got a lot on his plate. So most of the time, I’ll have to ask for it if I want him to do so.

“Sure. Seven works for you?” He asked me, but not bothering to look up.

“Perfect. I’ll see you then,” I chirp cheerfully.

My hand raised to blow him a kiss but his head remains buried in some paperwork that appears to be more important than me.

Ignoring the fact that he pretty much ignored me after our very private session, I make my way out of the pack house. I’m not blind by the stares and stink eyes I received from the other pack members I passed by, especially from Samantha, the female beta. I bet we were loud enough that everyone in the house had probably heard what we were up to. Not to mention, his scent was all over me. Despite that, I held my head high and told myself that they are all just jealous. It’s not a look that’s unfamiliar to me. In fact, I’ve had people look at me that way for years now.

You see, I’m not just the best candidate for the pack’s luna because I’m beautiful and I let the alpha fucks me regularly. I’m a self made woman who contributes to a big chunk of the pack’s own coffers. I own my own business and quite a big number of the pack members work for my company. Like I’ve said, I’m gorgeous and I’m fabulous, why shouldn’t I have an alpha as my mate?

A five minutes drive later, I got back to M Corp, the company I had built from the ground up. My secretary, Carol greets me while holding two files that I can already guess contained documents that needed my attention.

“Oh good, you’re back.” The slight panic in her voice brought me to attention.

“Is something wrong?”

“We have a code red. Tulip is going ballistic. The new shipment just arrived and it is all wrong,” she immediately informs me of the situation while we both power walk toward the workroom.

Even from across the building, I can already hear the tornado brewing as Tulip spewed curses into the phone to who I assume is our supplier. Tulip is normally a very calm person but one thing she won’t tolerate is if someone messes with her creation. And the new shipment that was supposed to be delivered was a hundred percent her baby.

“...and how can you send out something like this piece of garbage. The only thing it’s good for is a kitchen rag and that is me being nice,” she yells out. And I can sense her doing her best to control her temper but was failing miserably. “This isn’t even a good kitchen rag, because the only one that’s foolish enough to use it would be a mothe–”

Rushing into her workroom, I immediately ended the call before another profanity could be said.

“Tulip, I need you to breathe sweetie,” I assured her in a soothing tone as I hold her arms, forcing her to face me while I demonstrate how I’d like her to breathe. “In through your nose and out through your mouth.”

She was fuming but followed my instruction. Her rage slowly dissipates and soon I’m met with the usual cheery Tulip again.

“Now, tell me what happened,” I asked her calmly.

She took a piece of blue fabric from the table and showed me. “The design is all wrong. The sleeves are too small and this one,” she took another piece of darker color. “This one comes with an elastic band but as you can see, they forgot to insert it.”

I can see why she’s pissed. The wrong cutting and missing elastic would make the whole thing useless for its purpose. You see, my business caters to the werewolf community. And this one particular product is a one size fits all clothing for werewolves. Our main target market isn’t the wolves per se, but the packs.

Packs used to purchase clothes that they deposit all over their territory for wolves who decided to have an unplanned shift. This practice while convenient for their pack members was costing a lot of money for the pack. Not to mention, the clothes rotted when exposed to the elements for long period of time. I developed a cheaper, one size fits all clothing line using a material that is more weatherproof and sells it to the pack in bulk. Five years down the road, my little venture has proven to be very lucrative and almost all the packs in the States is a customer.

“Okay, okay. I will handle the supplier. We will demand a recall and redo this batch. Don’t worry. We will not tolerate this level of workmanship.”

A lot of people think being the boss is all about barking orders. But the truth is, sometimes, you need to play the mediator. Especially with a talent like Tulip. She might be young, barely out of college, but she is one very talented designer. Tulip started out as an intern in my company but she has immediately showcased her capability and soon, I was watching her closely. Biding my time till I’m sure that she’s ready to lead her own project.

It wasn’t hard to recognize what she brings to the table considering she only wears her own designs. She made all of her clothes herself. And while most of it was extravagant, it shows how much she’s willing to experiment to find the perfect design that would appeal to the masses.

Even now, she’s wearing a watermelon printed poncho, and I could tell that this was the inspiration for one of our new line. I would say that Tulip naturally attracts attention wherever she goes. With her purple hair and very colorful choice of clothing, she is essentially a walking confetti with a matching attitude to go with it. Unfortunately, today, her sparkly self had taken a back seat after what happened earlier.

It took over two hours of phone calls for me to do damage control. By the time I’m done, it was almost five. Checking my phone, I noticed a new message from Adrian.

Hi. Are we still up for dinner? Where did you make the reservation?

Shit. I totally forgot about dinner. Cursing my forgetfulness, I buzz for Carol.

“Hey, Carol. Can you call Les Amis and make a reservation for two for tonight? If they’re full, just drop my name. That usually would open one up.” I said while massaging my temple. I feel a slight headache coming but hopefully will be gone by seven.

“You know, it’s usually the guy who’s supposed to make the reservation.” Carol sassed me.

“Well, he knows I prefer to pick where I eat, so it’s no biggy.” I shrugged at her. “Besides, he doesn’t have a secretary, I do.” I retort, trying to make light of her objection. I know full well that Carol doesn’t approve of my relationship with Alpha Adrian, but hey, this is my life, not hers.

“Yeah, well, if you ask me, he could act a bit more of a gentleman. You two are courting, after all.”

“Courting?” I snorted. “What’d you expect next, him on a white horse?” I chuckled to which she sighed dreamily, probably picturing Alpha Adrian on an actual white horse.

“I bet he looks good on a horse, though.”

“He’s a wolf, Carol. Wolves don’t ride horses.” Rolling my eyes, I wondered if Carol has been watching too many romance films lately, probably featuring a knight on a horse of some sort.

Snapping out of it, she said. “Anyway, Liliana called–”

“Oh, fuck. I forgot, I was supposed to return her call. I’ll do that now. Thanks, Carol.”

I waited for Liliana to answer her phone and wondered what my best friend is up to nowadays. Liliana is Alpha Adrian’s sister. Even though my parents are not high ranking wolves, we somehow became friends ever since kindergarten and have become close, almost like sisters.

Lili had already found her mate a few years back, another alpha from a neighboring pack, and is now enjoying the experience of having her first baby. She gave birth over a month ago but I have yet to meet the new addition to the family.

“Hi, Lils.”

“Hey, boss lady. Took you long enough.” She harrumphs, clearly displeased that I’ve forgotten about her.

“Sorry, I meant to call earlier but things just got a bit hectic around here.”

“It’s fine.” She sighed. “I just want to let you know that I’m coming back for a visit this weekend.”

“You are?” I lit up at the news, it’s been a while since I’d seen her. “I’m finally going to see baby Elly?” I was supposed to visit when she gave birth but work kept me away.

“Yup. So you better clear your schedule for me, bestie.”

I clap my hands in glee even though Lili can’t see any of it.

“Oh, did Logan contact you recently?”

Logan is like our adopted brother. The former alpha took him in when he was five after his parents suddenly passed away. For some reason, he latched onto Lili and me and since then was content with being part of our little group. I believe he never got along with Adrian because of the bigger age difference even though he is actually five years my junior.

Logan’s a bit of a genius that he managed to skip a few years in school. Unfortunately, like most geniuses, he is a bit of a nerd, which makes him a prone target to bullies. Probably another reason why he decided to stay close to us girls instead of finding some more appropriate age male friends.

“No, I haven’t heard from him for a while.”

A few years back, Logan’s uncle requested that he move to his pack and Logan hasn’t been back since. Supposedly, it was so he could experience life in his original pack, so he could choose which pack he preferred to join, Blue Creek or his uncle’s pack, the Dark Moon. The Dark Moon is a warrior pack. They work closely with the werewolf council to keep the peace among the werewolves.

I remember back when Logan told me that he had to leave, I was so sure that he wouldn’t last a week in that pack. The guy was skin and bones, there was no doubt in my mind that he was bound to get bullied when he got to Dark Moon. Imagine my surprise when a week turns to months and months turns to years.

Sure we keep in touch but I admit the calls have been getting less and less lately.