Never Accept Rejection

CH 6: Reaper

I make haste from her room, as if it's on fire. I want to leave the building as a whole, to run, and let my beast loose. For her safety that's not an option and it also goes against a direct order from my Alpha.

Unlike other werewolves stories you may have heard, our wolves aren't a separate entity from ourselves. More like having multiple personalities. Or maybe they are just the extreme versions of our normal selves. They project their feelings ten fold. Happiness, sadness, horniness, possessiveness, protectiveness and anger, all in extreme doses.

Also unlike most stories we can only talk to our pack mates through a form of mind-link when we are near each other and are both in wolf form.

So when my phone rings and my Alpha's voice comes thru the other end, it is both a blessing and a curse. Before I can stop myself I have blurted out, "I'm either going to kill her or fuck her."

"Well hell, Reaper. I guess fuck her." He chuckles.

"Shit... I didn't mean that."

"Yeah, you did. That one is a handful, but I trust you can handle her. Just treat her right." I go to respond with my normal shit about her mate, but he continues on, "I want to keep her safe with this threat of her mate, but also want to cut this tie between the two. It has loomed over her and us for far too long."

He's okay with this, and maybe her mate bond can be gone soon? Holy fuck! I sputter a few times before I finally spew, "Is that your blessing."

"Kennedy has been plotting for you two to be together for a while now. Who am I to ruin her fun. She has plans for all of you. Good luck with Gen, but don't forget you have a job to do as well." He finished with a growl of authority for good measure.

"Yes Alpha." I respond as the phone goes quiet.

I return to the room with the intention of giving her a hand in her pleasure, but she must have worn herself out. She is sleeping peacefully and looks like an angel, instead of the succubus, I had left not that long ago.

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I let her sleep till it's time to head downstairs to open the bar. I make myself useful by taking down chairs and helping stock glasses and such behind the bar. Staff slowly start to pour in to get the kitchen going and place the finishing touches.

It's only about an hour into service when our pack fills the place. After a run, a drink or seven is always a favorite past time with our pack. Blade slaps me on the shoulder as he enters and grunts, "Not dead or fucked. Get out of your head boy."

I actually laugh at that one. No she isn't either, but I've had a hard time keeping my hands to myself. Since we came down I have kept close proximity and have used every opportunity to brush up against her, touch her in little ways, smell her, speak to her and just be near her.

I find the opportunity in the fact that Chey has called out. She's still pissed about the run and doesn't want to serve a bunch of sexist dogs. Her exact words to Gen. Since Chey isn't here I take post behind the bar with my Blue.

I know it's not the most original name, but with being this close to her, I can't help but notice the subtle different shades of blue in her hair. Starting darker at the top, with mixed tones in the center and ending in an ice blue just above her perfect peach shaped ass. The ice blue is almost the exact same shade as her eyes. Eyes that keep meeting mine as we work. And I can not get the blue underwear that is in my bed and that was removed in hers, out of my head. So Blue it is. She seems to like it anyway, and that sends a warm feeling thru my chest.

As things start to slow down I find myself standing behind her as she faces out towards the crowd. I trap her between my arms as I place one on each side of her stepping in close. My head dips and I breath her in feeling her shutter as her coconut scent nearly overwhelms me. She is wearing an off the shoulder DogHouse Tavern t-shirt and I take advantage of the exposed skin and run my nose from her collar bone to her ear.