Clayton

His Alpha

Hi, everyone who has read Clayton. I have a book called His Alpha on Amazon, available in Ebook format or paperback. It has the Valentine's in this book and it also has the set up for Clayton's story at the end of this book if anyone is interested in reading it. 

It's not necessary to read His Alpha for the next book in the series but it holds some good scenes with Cassius (Cash) and Carson. Also with Clayton as well. It's the introduction to Prosper Green another Character that will have its own book. 

Here's a snippet for those that haven't read it yet. 

The scene is about Cash and making a female called Hazel dress up in the old clothes of Kennedy so he can smell her and pretend that it's Kennedy he's dancing with. 

His Alpha Snippet. 

"You look good, Cash. Please come in." He enters slowly looking all around as if expecting to see something.

All that's here is me, in the illusion of her.

"I hope you don't mind, but I ordered for you?"

"No, I don't mind." Leading him into the small private dining area made for two. The food spread out on the finest china that money can buy. Red wine sitting in the decanter, letting it breathe before being consumed.

Pulling out his phone, asking for the wifi password, he connects to the system as his music plays the songs he wants to be heard.

It's background noise that's not too disturbing.

Going to the chair, he pulls it out for me to sit, tucking me into my spot before taking his.

He can't stop staring, giving him a soft smile letting him know it's okay to stare as long as his time will allow. After that, Hazel goes back to being Hazel, he won't like when that happens.

Pouring me a glass of red, he pours himself one as well.

Steak rare, with delicate baby carrots on the side, a baked potato finishes the main course.

Dessert sits to the side.

Taking his knife, allowing him to put the first bite into his mouth before taking mine. "We never had room service together, I never bought her flowers. This is something that I have always wanted to do for Kennedy."

Lifting the glass of wine taking a few big swallows because it's confession time. They like to tell me what they should have done better when their mates were alive. I'm a jack of all trades; a cock sucker, a whipping post, an illusionist, a psychologist. That's why I demand such high rates for myself - I'm good at what I do.

"Why didn't you?"

"Because I was a stupid, little, weak wolf."

"Were you a juvenile when you met her?"

"No, I was full grown but very stupid." His face looking away into the nighttime skyline where all kind of lights shine out bright.

"Aren't we all sometimes." Saying it between sips of wine.

"I just wanted to have a nice dinner with her; I wanted to show her I could be a wolf she felt proud of on her arm. I wanted her to love me more."

That first tear drops down onto his face, emotions can't be held back because I bet this is the first time he's admitted his feelings out loud instead of crying them into his pillow. Somehow these males feel safe with me, that I won't tell their secrets to others.

"Sorry." He wipes away the tear that's following the first. Taking a bite of his steak, I can't finish mine. Instead, my first glass of wine becomes empty.

"What happened?" It's good for these wolves to let it out.

"I found her, but she was in love with someone else, someone better than me, stronger than me, someone who gave her everything she needed to reject me. I just wouldn't take no for her answer. So, I forced my mark on her in a ceremony that meant nothing at that time. That dress you're wearing is something I think she would have worn at a proper mating ceremony in our pack. You look beautiful in it." Watching him take a small sip of wine before putting the glass back down.

"How long where you mated for before she died?"

"Not even a year. My mark faded so fast that I don't even really remember what it looked like." His hand touching the spot that holds nothing now.

"Can I kiss you the way I have always wanted to kiss her?"

"You never kissed her?" A little confused because they have pups together.

"Not the way she should have been kissed by me." His head hangs down slightly before it's pulled back up, eyes meeting solemnly.

"Would you like to dance?" He asks so nicely.

"Of course."

Cash gets up putting the cloth napkin on the table, before coming to me, pulling my chair out, taking my hand to help me up. The volume of the music is turned up in the slow beat.

His body movements are easy to follow, leading me into his swaying tune.

"I never danced with her." Another hard confession to utter, while his lips are on my neck, nose pushed into my hair, I bet his eyes are closed.

Are his demons slow dancing with us?

Putting my arms around his neck, melting myself into him. Hands are on my waist, his grip becoming firmer before he pulls back slightly to look into my eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" A pleading voice from a throat that is tight.

"Yes." Breathing out the word.

Tempo slow, his finger glides across my cheek, resting the palm of his hand on the back of my neck, tilting my lips upwards to his. The kiss is gentle, sweet, not the devouring kind of passion but the one that speaks the volumes of love.

It's hidden sorrow that has been buried for so long that it makes those tears come out while kissing someone who isn't his mate.

So, I hold him through his tears, kiss him through his sobs, and sway with him through his pain.

Available on Amazon, soft cover or Ebook.