Alpha Mates and Hunters (#2 of the Alpha series)

Chapter Three-Feelings for Hue and Hunting

Hunter: Present Day

The wolf Alex was the most fun I've had for awhile, even though I haven't killed him yet. Not even that big wolf that was the bouncer of the bar wasn't that fun. I think Alex said his name was Derek. Well, he was silent other than his screams. He was a screamer. I like reminding Alex that too. I hunted a female wolf last night, but she got away. I wanted to question her. The females seem to be mentaly weaker when it comes to silver. Not sure why, just can't stand their skin being burnt I guess. But this female was amazingly fast.

I look at the clock and smile when I realize that Alex must be up. Time for more toture. I go in his little room and smile at him.

"What? No gun today?" He sneers and spits. "I really liked being shot." Sarcasm.

"Ah, sorry, but I ran out of silver bullets today. I didn't realize I was so low until I went hunting last night." He stiffens. "Don't worry, the she wolf got away. She was fast. Fastest wolf I've ever seen." He clenches his fists, then unclenched. I smile. "What? Was that your mate? Ex-girlfriend?" He doesn't speak. "That was your Alpha wasn't it?"

"My Alpha wouldn't be in the city, or that stupid to let you in shooting distance. She would have smelled the silver on you, and my blood." He spits again.

"Does your Alpha have long dark hair?" He shakes his head.

"No. Short red hair last I saw. She changes her looks alot."

"Well, then it must have been an ex-girlfriend or your mate." I think. "Na, she looked to pretty from what I saw of her. Must be your ex. She probably realized she could do better." He glares.

"I can't wait for my Alpha to kill you."

"Why don't you just tell me a name? I hate saying, 'the Alpha', 'your Alpha', 'Alpha', blah blah blah." I smile. "Tell me the name and I'll remove my blade."

"You already-"

I stab him between the legs. The one place I left untouched for this moment. He screams. I smile.

"What? I already what?"

"You bitch, I still won't tell you."

I frown and press down on the blade. He stays silent.

"If I remove the silver from your body, you could heal. You won't die." He smiles.

"After all the silver you've put in me, I'll die in a day, if not sooner." I frown. "Do whatever the hell you want bitch, hell go ahead and fuck me if you want. Then maybe I'll die during it and my dream will come true of dying from sex." He smiles. "That'd be sexy. Deadly sex." I slap him. He laughs. "Oh, right. You think if you fuck a wolf your soul is damned like mine supposedly is. I'm sorry I insulted your believes." Sarcasm.

"I'll kill you."

"I'm already dead sweetheart." He smiles.

I pull my gun out and shot his gut. He let's a breathe out. I aim for his heart.

"Do it. Come on bitch! Kill me! Shoot me!"

I watch him for ten heartbeats.

"I think we would have gotten along great if you weren't cursed." He smirks then I fire at heartbeat twenty. His face still has that smirk. "I might have even fallen in love with you." I put my gun in it's holster and walk out of the room.

Roxy: Present Day

I woke up to the smells of homemade cooking. I got up and walked into the kitchen silently. I watched Hue cook. He was shirtless, and I could see his muscles across his back and shoulders. I notice a few scars on his back that a human eye couldn't see unless they have wolf blood. I looked him up and down and saw he was in just his boxers that say 'Interupt me, and I'll fuck you up!' I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms and watch him cook what smells like something that has eggs, melting cheese, bacon bites, and alittle salt and pepper. An omelet most likely.

'I didn't know he could cook.'

I always thought a guy who cook cook was hot. But this is Hue, so I don't know if he counts. He opens a cabinet, searching for a plate most likely. I slip past him and open a cabinet with not a sound as I pull a plate out and tap his shoulder. He jumps. He turns and looks at me.

When I sleep at home in the cabin, I either only wear a bra and booty shorts, or I wear a giant T-shirt with no bra or shorts. I have to have panties on though, that bugs me unless I'm shifting. I notice that the front of his boxers get a bump as he takes the plate and turns around to put the omelet on it. He turns and blushes again when he sees me.

"Um...morning. I thought you'd like an omlete. I remembered how you and Jillian used to make them when you slept over. You would make 'em for you, Jillian, mom, dad, and me. I thought I'd repay the favor." He stammers.

I take the plate, grab a fork in the drawer behind me and cut a piece off and take a bite. It's better than when me and Jillian used to make them for his household. I eat it while I sit on the counter. He watches me eat as he starts to mix up another batch for another omelet for himself. I watch him without looking at him as I eat.

"Thank you." I say as I put the dish in the fridge.

I pull out the O.J. carton and take a gulp from it. I know he watches me. I look at him.

"You don't mind that I drink from the carton do you?" I ask.

"No."

"Good."

I put it back and sit on the counter watching him cook.

'I wonder how his skin feels.'

I shake the thought and jump down without so much as a thud. But I know he felt the small vibration just like all wolves can when it comes to footsteps. I walk into the living room and plop onto the couch and watch T.V. I hear him scarf down the omelet and walk in the living room. He stands there, leaning against the door frame, showing everything off.

'Damn, he felt my eyes watching him.'

"Did you sleep good? Some of the pack members think it's too quiet, or they get annoyed by the crickets or some other animal or bug that makes a little noise." I roll my eyes.

"I thought it was very peacful and I slept wonderful." He stretches as he speaks. "How about you? Sleep good knowing your mate is close?"

"I slept fine."

I watch him stretch, and ingnor the mate jab. He looks at me, and nods at me.

"Do you always sleep like that."

I decide to mess with him.

"This, or in a big T." I smile naughty. "No bra. It's easier if I need to change real fast. I don't ruin a good bra, or in this case, a good T." He gulps and shifts his weight.

"I see." He gets out after a few minutes. "That's a good idea."

"What about you? Do you always just sleep in boxers that say dirty things?"

"Uh, sometimes." He says, getting his confidence back. "I find it easier than shredding good clothes. Like you." I smile. "So, what do you usually do after breakfeast?"

"I go to the city by foot. Check in with Natalya, Poe, Killer, Jingle, and Jynx, then just walk around the city. But right now, I'm hunting." He frowns. "There's a Hunter on my territory, hunting my family, and they tried to shoot me with silver bullets yesterday before I came home."

"I'll get dressed."

"I'd hope so. Jingle might attack you. She thinks dirty sayings a turn on."

"Do you?" I shrug. "You know, just in case you decide you have feelings for me and want to do stuff."

"Depends on the saying." I say and walk into my room.