Siren Alpha✔️ [A mmf shifter story]

Chapter Thirteen: Fairy or Minx?

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Freya

"You know he's gay, right? He came out to the whole town years ago."

I was wiping the bar top on my third day of work. Riley was in his office and none of the servers were here, so I was stuck with Jessica. She had been quiet for the first day and I could tell something was eating her up. Second day when I saw her staring at Riley, I sort of guessed.

"Jessie" had a thing for Riley.

"I am aware. Yes, " I said, as nonchalantly as I could. What was he? Bisexual? Maybe. Was it my place to say or decide? No.

"I mean he's cute. When a guy like that tells you he likes you..." She shrugged. "Just make sure you don't get hurt, is all I'm saying."

Oh. "Thanks." And I meant it. For a second, I had thought she was going to be a total Millicent and warm me off what she mistakenly believed was "her man". She didn't though. I resected that.

Once the servers arrived-- after six because they had less to do-- we opened up the club.

It was really busy. Kind of like a beehive. Lots of dancing. If we lived in a pack, this would be the pack hangout. All our wolves would diverge here and party till dawn.

I had always dreamt of joining a kind of party pack. My biggest fear was being mated to an alpha of a stuffy work-oriented pack. Probably on a ranch, or a coalmine. I shivered. I would have been miserable.

But this? The club? This was fun.

I vehemently pushed all thoughts of Dustin's boring factory out of my mind. It too was a viable bonding ground for wolf shifters, and since Riley was not a wolf, well, Dustin's factory would win.

I stored those thoughts away for later. I shifted my attention to something, or rather, someone more interesting.

"Hey. You have to teach me how to do that some time," I said.

Tristan just grinned at me and put his large headphones over my ears. I was treated to a quieter, more clear version of the music being played in the club. Tristan was the DJ for Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays. And we had been friends since Tuesday when I had started. He was stocky, and had long black hair with purple, green and blue highlights. It made me want to colour my hair even more.

I took off the headphones and draped them around my neck so we could talk. "I think I need a music taste first before I try it." I was on break and the traffic had slowed down anyway, so Jessica cold handle it.

"That would be best." He smiled and changed the song to a loud headbanger. The crowd on the dancefloor cheered. We were on a sort of raised platform, specially made for the DJ. The club had another stage for live music.

I liked him. Mostly because I made him nervous, and my submissive upbringing did not quite fathom this.

"Can I touch your hair? I asked, yelling over the loud music.

His eyes widened and he blushed. " Sure."

I reached out and stroked it, as he shakily changed the song.

It was soft and beautiful. I wanted mine to look exactly like his. But Riley liked my long hair, and I had not even asked Dustin about it. Not that we talked that often. Come to think for it, we spoke more than he did with Riley.

"I love it," I said. Many would say I purred it. Lies, I assure you.

He ducked his head and blushed even harder. I could not help but smile at him.

"You look predatory, Freya, and poor Tristan looks like prey." Dustin grabbed my hand and pulled it away from the hair.

I blinked up at him. He was taller than me. Way taller, like 6'2, and all alpha wolf. He was a level four alpha. That was the highest I had ever been exposed to considering my mom was a level three.

He looked hard at me, until I lowered my eyes.

"Don't do that either," he snapped.

Dustin and Riley hated how I tended to lower my eyes while speaking to them. It was part of my training. It was hard to let go of.

I met his emerald coloured eyes and forced eye contact, but every after a few seconds I would look away.

"Why are you up here and not working?" he asked.

"I'm on break."

He ran an assessing gaze over Tristan. Then back at me.

I saw his wolf fangs when he spoke. The only outward sign that he was angry and barely holding on. I bet his growling was being drowned out by the blasting music. Other than that his entire body was relaxed. "Next break you have, I would prefer it if you spent it in Riley's office, not up here."

"Okay," I said, slowly.

He looked at me strangely. "Okay? No argument? Nothing?"

I nodded slowly. "Of course not." I turned to Tristan. "Bye Tristan. See you later."

He looked relieved. Maybe I was bothering him.

"I'm sorry," I told Dustin, as we walked down the stairs from the DJ platform. "For interfering with his work."

"That's what you call it," he mumbled, under his breath.

He was broader than Riley around the shoulders, and taller than him. Alpha male. Perfect specimen. He was young. Twenty-eight. He would probably get wider with age. Stronger. And with a Siren at his side. We would be unstoppable.

He interrupted my musings. "You do not need to apologise. It's only that I would be more comfortable if you were with Riley, not up there in the dark with Tristan."

"He wouldn't hurt me. He's a sweetheart. And even if he was not, he's human, and Siren wolves are stronger than we look."

Dustin looked at me wryly. "It's Tristan I'm trying to protect."

"Because I'm a wolf?" I asked. I would not hurt Tristan. He was my friend.

He put his arm across my shoulders and pulled me into his warmth. We had made to the dancefloor, and the bar was right across it.

This was the first time Dustin had held me since I met him. I instinctively sunk into him, as my heart beat faster, far-off in the distance. He looked at me with a strange mixture of admiration and amusement. "No, my darling. Because you're a little minx." He kissed me on the forehead, and lingered until it turned almost intimate. My toes curled.

He led me through the grinding bodies and swinging hips, and handed me over to a frowning Jessica. And then he left.