The Alphas of South Forest

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Chapter Thirteen


Leilani’s POV.

“What are we doing today?” I ask and the two of them share a glance.

“Um, we’ll be doing some work and training, you’re welcome to train with us, but you might find it a bit boring whilst we work,” Dane answers.

I frown at his words. “Why can’t I help with the work?”

Jarren raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Well, you can if you want to, we can show you the ropes, we didn’t know if you’d want to help or not. Most Lunas take a more social role in the pack.”

“Good for them,” I retort. “I want to help you with your jobs.” I pause as I remember that I forgot to ask them about the weapons armoury. “Yesterday, when I was being shown around, I saw the armoury and I found out that some guy called Charlie runs it by himself. Would I be able to help him?” I ask and my twins stare at me.

“You want to help clean and organise weapons?” Jarren reiterates and I nod.

“That sounds dangerous,” Dane comments and looks to Jarren for support.

I roll my eyes. “Only if you don’t know what you’re doing, I used to help out with my old pack all the time.”

They’re both silent for a moment as they consider it.

“Fine, but Charlie has to give you training before you touch anything,” Dane orders and I reluctantly agree.

“Would you like to go shopping later? Faith, one of our Gammas, can go with you,” Jarren suggests.

“I don’t like shopping. Don’t assume that all women do.”

They glance at each other nervously, probably wondering how to get out of this. I laugh at their anxious faces.

“Guys, it’s fine. Thank you for offering but I mostly do my shopping online. I don’t really enjoy trawling through endless shops at the mall.”

Jarren hesitates and then says, “Okay, but I thought it might be a good way for you to spend some time with other pack members, get to know people?”

I think about his suggestion, I probably should start being more social.

“Fine, that’s a good suggestion,” I mumble and then think of something. “Why don’t we have a BBQ tonight and you invite your friends round?”

We didn’t have many BBQs at my parents’ pack, the weather was usually quite chilly in the evenings. The boys agree to the plan. We clean up the breakfast mess and clean our teeth. I call my parents to catch up with them whilst my mates go to their office.


After talking to my family, I swap my socks for sandals. I change into a summer dress, the one I was wearing when I got my sight back and they revealed themselves as my mates. I’m not the type of girl that’s afraid to wear things more than once in case it looks like I haven’t got many clothes.

I walk across to the pack house. They allow me to walk around unchaperoned now that I’ve been marked by them. Honestly, they might has well have pissed in a circle around me. It’s ridiculous.

I knock on the door to their office. I find them sitting at their desks, absorbed in their laptops.

“Do you have a car I could borrow, please?” I ask and they both look up at me. Frowns mar their beautiful faces.

“Why do you need a car, little mouse?” Dane asks, using the nickname they’re both so fond of.

I think they use the bordering-on-demeaning nickname to wind me up, and they like to remind me that I’m smaller than them. But oddly, I don’t mind it too much.

“I want to go out and buy some things for the BBQ,” I answer, and they share another twin glance.

“I’ll go with you,” Jarren states and stands up to his full height.

He collects his keys from the house and puts on a t-shirt, because we’re leaving the territory. We get into the car; I get to ride shotgun this time.

We drive into town and Jarren parks in front of a ginormous supermarket. We get out the car and he walks around the bonnet to meet me. He holds out his hand for me to take and I gratefully slip mine into it.

I feel strangely excited as we enter the supermarket. It’s nice to do normal things with my mates. Jarren gets a trolley (cart) and I begin eagerly filling it with meat, vegetables, and BBQ sauces.

“We do have most of this at home, you know,” he comments dryly, but makes no move to stop me.

“But what if we run out? This is my first time hosting, I’m excited!” I grin at him and skip down the aisle.

He watches me with amusement. “I can see, little mouse.”

I put some crisps (chips) and dips in the trolley.

“Ooh! Alcohol next!” I jump and down whilst Jarren frowns.

“Not too much,” he warns me, and I roll my eyes at him.

I turn around to check out the spirits section. “Calm down, Dad,” I mutter sarcastically.

Jarren grabs my waist and yanks me back against his hard chest. He leans down, so that his lips brush the shell of my ear.

“That’s Daddy to you,” he whispers huskily. Embarrassingly, a shiver runs down my spine and goosebumps raise on my arms. “Do you like this, little mouse?” He teases, holding me closer, if that’s even possible. “Being held against me while I whisper dirty things in your ear?”

I bite my lip and resist a moan. I anxiously glance around but there’s only one person down this aisle and they’re engrossed in the gin section.

“I think you do, Lei.” He chuckles. “Shall I tell you about all the things I’m going to do to you when we get home? I’m going to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until you scream my name. You’re going to love it, you love it when your mates fuck you hard, don’t you? You’re such a dirty girl.”

My breaths become ragged as I try to maintain my composure. Fuck. Unable to resist, I spin around in his hold and wrap my arms around his neck. I lean up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. He bends down to meet me so that I don’t have to strain to reach him.

He kisses me back with equal fervour, apparently affected by his own words. His tongue probes at my lips and I quickly pull back. I need to remember we’re in a public place. Jarren shifts uncomfortably and pulls his long-line shirt a little lower, to cover his groin.

Haha, someone has an erection in public!

“What’s the matter, Alpha?” I ask teasingly and smile triumphantly at him. “Have you got a boner in aisle 26?”

He glares down at me and clenches his jaw. To my utter amusement, his cheeks turn slightly pink.

“Aah!” I squeal and clap my hands. “And he’s blushing!

Jarren’s glare intensifies, and he blatantly moves the trolley in front of his crotch. “You’re playing with fire, little mouse,” he growls. “You’ll be punished for this.”

“Whatever, Alpha.” I grin and lean towards him to whisper, “But you’re gonna need a bigger trolley to cover up that massive dick of yours.”

His eyes light up at my words. All men love to hear they’ve got a big package, it just means so much more when it’s true. I giggle and turn away from him. I grab a few bottles of Malibu and some vodka.

“How much?” Jarren splutters and I shrug.

“How many friends are you inviting?”

“Only five! Baby, we don’t need this much.”

I ignore him and walk over to the juice aisle to get some mixers.

“Seriously, Dane and I are not big drinkers,” he protests, and I give him a look that says I don’t believe him. “Okay, we’re not anymore, we used to party hard but not now we’re Alphas, we have a responsibility to our pack.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You also are allowed to have a life, J,” I reply, trying out a new nickname for him. “It’s just for one night, and you don’t have to have any of it if you don’t want.”

I use his arm as support and reach up to kiss his cheek. He turns his face last minute so that I get his lips.

Sneaky bastard.

He smirks and I sigh at him, shaking my head. We pack up the stuff at the checkout and I purposely position myself near the card machine. I get my purse out behind one of the shopping bags and when the cashier announces the total, I’m already putting my card into the machine. Jarren growls in disapproval, causing the cashier’s eyes to widen in shock.

“You should really get that cough looked at, darling.” I smile mockingly and enter my pin to pay. “It sounds like your chest is getting worse.”

“I’m fine, darling,” he bites the words out through his teeth, and I laugh.

Jarren pouts as we leave the supermarket. We put the bags into the boot and get into the car. We drive off in silence and I can’t take him being angry with me.

“Don’t be mad at me,” I whine. He grips the steering wheel but doesn’t reply. “Come on, I was just teasing.”

“I don’t want you paying for things mouse, Dane and I can take care of you,” he insists, and I frown.

“But I have my own money? I can take care of myself,” I counter but he shakes his head.

“It makes us happy to look after you, we have a lot of money and only so much can go into the pack, it’s well-off enough as it is, we want to spoil you.”

I give him a deadpan look. “J, it was some crisps and alcohol, let it go.”

“It was also expensive, there was a lot of meat in there,” Jarren protests and a naughty thought pops into my head.

“There was a lot of meat in me too, last night,” I retort, and his knuckles turn white on the wheel.

“Goddess, Lei, are you trying to kill me?” He snaps and I burst out laughing.

“Oh, come on, that was funny!”

He shakes his head at me, but I can see his lips twitching as he tries to resist smiling. Another naughty thought pops into my head and I decide to go with it. I lean over the console and gently kiss his neck. I press my lips directly on his mark and his body goes rigid.

“What are you doing?” He asks tightly, his voice sounds strained.

“Apologising,” I whisper and return to kissing his neck. I stroke his dick through his jeans, and I hear him exhales loudly through his nose.

“I’m driving, Leilani,” he scolds me.

Ooh, he full-named me, he must be serious.

“Then pull over,” I suggest teasingly. I run my tongue along the shell of his ear and gently bite his earlobe. He growls at me, the sound rumbles through his chest.

The car jerks to the side and the engine is cut off. In an instant, he unbuckles his seatbelt, then mine and lifts me onto his lap. I straddle him and put my arms around his neck. I grin down at him, and he narrows his yellow eyes at me.

I reach down between us and undo his jeans. I slip my hand into his boxers and stroke his length. His eyes briefly close and he leans his head back against the headrest.

“Fuck, Lei, we can’t do this,” he grunts.

“Why not?” I frown but continue stroking him.

“Because Dane’s not here, he’s your mate too,” Jarren argues.

“I don’t think Dane would mind,” I reply, but wonder briefly if I should stop.

“Promise me, you’ll go to him when we get home?” He asks and I grin.

“You want me to promise you that I’ll fuck my other mate when I get home? Hell yes, I promise,” I agree, and he chuckles at me.

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls my lips to his. I kiss him back as I stroke his cock. I pull it out of his boxers and rub my thumb over the tip, spreading out the pre-cum.

His hands slide up my thighs, under my dress. He pushes my thong to one side as our tongues collide. I whimper into his mouth when he pushes two fingers inside of me. He can feel how wet I am, I practically drip down his hand.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Get me inside you, now.”

My lips feel swollen as I pull back and lift my dress. He pulls my thong further to the side and I shift my hips. Once his cock is in line with pussy, I slowly sink down onto him. We both moan as he fills me completely.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper, and he grasps my hips tightly.

“Ride me, Lei,” he orders huskily.

Damn, that husky voice will make me do anything.

I brace myself by putting my hands on his shoulders and begin riding him. The fact we’re at the side of the road, in his car, with other cars driving past, makes me even hornier. Someone could pull over to see if we’re okay. It’s pretty obvious from my hips lifting and lowering onto his lap that we’re having sex, but my dress is covering everything important so they wouldn’t get an eyeful. I clench around him, loving the feel of his dick inside me.

“Shit, baby you’re gonna make me cum so quickly,” he mutters embarrassed.

“Good, cause I’m gonna-” I moan loudly, and my orgasm hits me. “Fuck!”

I ride him faster, spurred on by the waves of intense euphoria rolling through my body. I lean down and sink my teeth into Jarren’s mark, remarking him. He groans and does the same, sinking his teeth into his mark on my neck. We both moan into each other’s necks. I clench around him, and he pulses inside of me as I feel him orgasm.

I slow down and finally stop riding him. We remove our teeth from each other but rest our foreheads together, breathing heavily.

“That was incredible,” I whisper. “But I wish Dane had been here, too.”

Jarren smiles and softly pecks my lips. “Me too, baby, you’ll have to make it up to him later.”


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