Beta Adrian

A/N: If you see any errors, I will more than likely not fix it until I go through and edit, which may take years. No BS guys. This book is free. Enjoy it, or don't read it. Plus, it's written in British English

Adrian

Three months. Three effing months in a human town. What did I do to deserve this, you might ask? Nothing but being born. My father was the last Beta of the Iunae Lumen pack and when he retired, I took his place. And as beta, my role is to support the Alpha and Luna. Which is why I am here. Sorting out a business venture in the human town of Sefton. This is my mission.

Unfortunately, I've done such a good job Alpha Romeo's asked me to stay and find an archivist. Yeah, I had to research what that was too. Basically, a librarian.

I rub my temples as I write and rewrite job advertisements for the local papers in our neighbouring packs, Waning Moon and Genesis. I'm tired and trying to convey all we needed in fifty words or less is becoming difficult. If I can't find an archivist in one of those packs, Romeo has said that I will need to look through the human population. Mother Selene, what is your plan in this? I beg, looking at the sky.

Hey, I know humans aren't all that bad. Sure, they've brought us the internet and inventions like the mobile phone and cars- but they all have that smell of being human. They don't know about us, and those who do try to exploit us, hunt us down, kill, maim, or experiment on us. Humans are inquisitive and dangerous; they can not be trusted.

“Aidge,” Simon says, poking his head in the office. I smile. I have grown up with Simon and he is now a delta wolf, one of our pack’s warriors. He's now working as our bouncer for the club, while his mate, from Waning Moon, is a teacher at the high school that mixes humans with werewolves.

Before I had come, our business, ‘The Wolf’s Den,’ our bar- was run by a human, and hadn’t made much profit. After coming down and looking through the finances and paperwork, I had found that human manager had embezzled funds, so I had had to run him out of town with threats to his family. One of the many reasons humans can't be trusted.

“Yeah man?” I ask, dropping my pen on the table.

“Bands called in sick. Gastro or something.”

I groan. Bloody humans.

“Fine. Set up a mike and an amp and call Apollo in. Ask him to sing,” I respond. Apollo is a wolf from Waning Moon, he's a bloody good singer and popular amongst the ladies- both wolves and humans. We always have more people come into the Den and sell more drinks when he performs.

Tired of writing the job ad, I get up and grab some cleaning supplies from the storage closet. The Wolf's Den is our business we run at night, and during the day we run a café on the other side of the building, ‘The Coffee Den.’ It closes at four on Friday’s and we have another hour before happy hour, which begins at five- where we sell cheap drinks for two hours. Fridays is one of our busiest nights for revenue. I walk onto the pub floor and check that Andrea, one of our human staff members, has cleaned the bathrooms and mopped the floors.

“Andrea!” I call out, walking into the dining area.

“Adrian!” she calls back. She's moving some tables around the walls to make room for our dancing area.

“Everything ready?” I ask. She winks. Andrea's a skinny, tall, red head with green eyes. She's pretty- for a human, and a young mother of two. Andrea works Mondays to Fridays during school hours, coming back to clean up from three-thirty to five while her children sit at tables and study or play games.

I like Andrea, I guess. Yeah, she's human and evidence that all humans are not bad, she works hard and cares about her children. Andrea's one of the few good ones, except of course for her human baby-daddy, who I've learned is out of the picture, who doesn't contribute to raising his children at all. Humans don't seem to even treat their own well, not like us wolves. We wolves are like family, we live in a pack and look out for everyone, no one is left behind. That's our philosophy anyway.

I help Andrea straighten the tables and then go round and wipe all of them, top and underneath. Andrea has been complaining all week about them being sticky and goddess she's right. Once done I walk to the bar and wipe it, then begin polishing some glasses, to fill time.

At five customers begin to trickle in. They are mostly wolves from Waning Moon, as it's our closest pack to Sefton, on their way home from work. Of course, a few human patrons come in as well. The Wolf’s Den is located in South Sefton’s business district. There are blocks of different retail shops and offices nearby, as well as competition, but we have been slowly making a name for ourselves. We are becoming more popular; our Friday night bands, and Saturday DJs are attracting bigger crowds.

I'm busy pouring drinks when I smell something sweet. I look up and see two human girls heading for the bar. One is familiar- I've seen her come in a few times, but the girl with her, where the scent is coming from, is not. The familiar girl has honey blonde hair and blue eyes- a sharp nose and big, full lips. Usually, she's surrounded by other over-the top female humans and werewolves- all dressed in their uniforms from the up-market retail store nearby, all with eyelash extensions and make-up. From what I can gather, they all work in the beauty department of their store.

Tonight though, the honey blonde girl is with a brown-haired girl with brown eyes. It's just the two of them. The brown-haired girl has the scent on her. Fuck. She smells good, like roses and clean cotton. My wolf starts to get excited, wanting to take over, but I shake my head and take control.

Thankfully, they approach Kelsey, a wolf from Waning Moon, and order their drinks before heading off to the outdoor seating area. I smile at Kelsey, and we continue serving.

Sometime during happy hour, Apollo walks in.

“Hey man,” I say, pulling Apollo into a hug, “thanks for coming at such short notice.”

“No worries, man. But I’m doing it on one condition,” he says, smirking. I groan.

“What?” I know exactly what he wants, to be fed, which of course we will do, and for me to sing, which I don't want to do.

“Feed me and sing with me? Just a few songs?” he asks. I roll my eyes.

“Or I could walk?” he teases. I shake my head.

“Alright, alright,” I agree, “Kelsey- get this man some food,” I say.

I walk back behind the bar and grab my cleaning equipment, tucking a tea towel into my back pocket. Time for another round of cleaning and tidying. I do my rounds, inside first- collecting bottles and glasses and then wiping down tables. I tuck in chairs and collect rubbish to throw into the bin. It’s like they know someone is going to clean up after themselves and are too lazy to be tidy. Then I walk outside. Apollo is sitting at a table eating a burger with fries. We nod and I move down the balcony where other patrons were and collect bottles and glasses on the way.

I stop at the table of the honey-blonde girl and her friend. They’re talking, and one of them, the one with dark hair, is picking and pulling the label off her beer bottle. Her smell is intoxicating, but she’s human.

“You know what it means when you pick labels off bottles?” I say, looking at her. Both girls pause and the dark-haired girl looks up at me quickly. She looks sad.

“I know,” she replies, looking back at her bottle. She’s pretty. Nice shaped eyebrows, brown eyes, plump lips, and smooth milky skin. Pretty, for a human.

“Why are you offering?” the honey-blonde asks. Dark hair girl starts to giggle.

“I’m gay,” I say quickly, trying to avoid honey-blonde girl’s look.

“Lucky them,” dark-hair girl says. I look back at her. She’s checking me out, and when she reaches my eyes, she smiles. Then she turns to her friend and they both start laughing. I shake my head and walk off. There is one thing worse than humans, and that’s drunk humans.

I don’t know why I said that. I’m gay. I guess it’s my go-to when human girls show interest in me. And there’s been a lot of interest, especially since working here. My wolf is angry at me for some reason, but I ignore him. I’ve been so focused on completing this mission and going back home to my girlfriend, Stacey. She’s not my mate, but I enjoy having fun with her.

I help another employee set up the stage inside the bar for Apollo, who comes out with his acoustic guitar. He looks at me and smiles evilly.

“One song,” I say, looking at him.

“Four.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Okay, three then, to start you off,” I reply. He smiles and nods.

We check the instruments and connections to make sure everything is working right, and then I sit on the stool.

“Hello everyone, welcome to the Wolf’s Den,” I say into the mike. I get a response of howls from the wolves that begin to gather round me.

“Tonight, we are lucky to have my friend Apollo sing for us,” I begin. The females in the audience cheer, “but first you have to deal with me,” I say, smiling. A couple of she-wolves wolf whistle and I chuckle.

“Lately, I’ve been losing sleep, dreaming about the things that we could be. But baby, I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard, said no more counting dollars, we’ll be counting stars,” I begin to sing. I scan the crowd. It’s getting bigger. I lock eyes on dark-hair girl, and I miss a word. Fuck. There’s something about her that I can’t put my finger on.

I continue singing. When I scan the crowd, she’s gone. I finish my set to a huge applause and then introduce Apollo. The crowd is bigger now and the females cheer and call out as Apollo walks in and sits down. I watch him a bit before I do my walk and collect bottle and glasses again.

I scan the tables at the back of the room as I walk towards the bar. I’m thinking and not really listening when I slam into someone, followed by a crash of glass and crockery on the floor.

“Ow, fuck,” a voice says. I look at what I’ve hit. Fuck. Brown-hair girl is looking at me and she is pissed. And her top is soaking wet.

“Didn’t you hear me?” she asks. I look at her.

“No, sorry,” I say. She goes to bend down when I grab her arm. A charge of electricity runs down my hand and up my arm.

“What the? What are you wearing? Synthetics?” she cries, pulling away from me.

“No but. Kelsey,” I call, Kelsey looks at me and I indicate towards us, “can you clean this up for me?”

Kelsey nods and I take the girl’s hand. Electricity tingles between us again and I inhale her scent. Rose and cotton. Hmmm.

“Follow me,” I say, leading her to my office. We walk in and I close the door behind me. To the right of my office is floor to ceiling shelving, with draws, books and stuff. I go over to one of the drawers and pull out a medium sized work-shirt and give it to her.

“Thanks,” she says. She stands there and looks at me.

“What’s your…” I begin, but she cuts me off.

“Turn around. I’m not changing around you; I know you’re not gay,” she states. She’s still angry and I feel heat rush to my cheeks as I turn and face the wall. Right.

“Okay. You got a plastic bag?” she finally asks. I grab a shopping bag from another draw and give it to her, watching her take it.

The black polo shirt fits perfectly on her, showing off her curves. I may or may not have given her a size too small, but it looks good on her.

“What’s your name?” I ask again, taking a step closer to her.

“Vas,” she says, locking her eyes onto mine. And I’m done. The world disappears and it’s just me and her. I don’t hear anything except her heartbeat and her breath.

“Mine,” I say, taking another step forward, I push her towards my desk and cup her face with my hands.

*

“Mate,” I say huskily, pressing my lips against hers. I feel her hesitate before she opens her mouth and lets me in. My tongue enters her mouth and presses against hers, I explore her mouth before I pull back and nibble her bottom lip, entering her mouth again. She moans. My hands are on her hips, and I trace my palms down to her thighs, lifting her up and placing her bottom on my desk.

I’m kissing her eagerly now, wanting more. I sweep the contents on my desk off and push her down, grinding my hardness into her core. Her hands are in my hair, pushing me as my hands wonder underneath her shirt, towards her breasts. I want her shirt off, and I push it up and over her breasts. Taking my mouth off hers, I take one cup and pull the lacey material down, exposing her erect nipple to the cold air. With one hand on her left breast, I cup my lips on her right nipple, sucking and scraping my teeth against its erectness. She’s groaning and I want more.

I stop and look back at her. She’s looking at me and I see what I want from her in her eyes. I go right and nibble her neck, her arms wrapping around my neck. I grind my hardness into her, and she moans underneath me. Fuck I want her.

*