Rescued (a paranormal Wild Beast MC romance #1)

8. Debating

Frontera Springs, 30 miles away from Seattle

Ragnar

I am bursting with fucking pride, joy, and raw happiness. My future queen has agreed to let me court her. Granted, she only caved in thanks to Miranda's magical intervention though I don't think Leyna realized it. But still...

I am picking her up this morning at 10am for a coffee at The Den Café. I want her to get a feeling for our unique mountain town with its quaint downtown, its cool coffee shops on Main Street, its tourists and hell yes, our bikers bars and joints. I fucking want to show her off to the closest members of my club, my brothers: Ink, our VP who is like a true blood brother to me; Snake, our road captain; Metal, our sergeant at arms; Stone our resident geek; Tank, our treasurer; and Brick, my half-brother in life who got patched 10 years ago. I need to show the club whores who hang out at our headquarters, hoping I will lick their pussy and pummel their tight heat that I have a woman now and that she is old lady material. I want to roar and stake my claim in front of all.

That will signal to the fucking bloody bastards from The Forsaken Slayers MC that the Wild Beasts MC rules and that my position as a dominant mated Alpha and president of my club is not to be disputed. The Forsaken Slayers MC, hyena shifters, is located 45 miles South in The Hills. We have been butting heads for the past 10 years with a full-on bloody war 5 years ago that resulted in over twenty-five casualties and four brothers in jail. Since then, things have calmed down. We don't need to put our old ladies, girlfriends, and kids on lockdown anymore, and there is a false sense of "almost" security. We still have the occasional skirmishes on their or our territory, but nothing too violent. However, rumor on the grapevine is that they have a new prez, Viper, voted in upon their founder's retirement. His reputation is that of a violent hot-head, just out after a 12-year stint in prison for embezzlement, for employing under-age girls in their strip club, and for violence against an embedded FBI agent.

Their motto is, "God forgives, the Forsaken Slayers don't." Ours? "Our territory. Our rules. Our laws."

For the last few months, they have been pushing into our territory, kidnapping whores from our club and forcing them into prostitution, trying to sell weed and stronger shit, and harassing our brothers when they are riding. Their claim? I cannot be an Alpha president if I remain unmated. Being that Viper is mated, they want to use this to their advantage. See, in our shifters culture, an Alpha cannot remain Alpha after turning 200 if he is not mated. And only an Alpha can be an MC president. The pressure is on me to confirm my indisputable position. Hell, even my brothers are pressuring me to get mated.

Fuck, just thinking about this shit makes me want to shift right here and now. I need to empty my mind, get down to my basic instincts, and let the animal get out. For the first time in my long life, I am not sure what to do. Me, the Alpha...I am confused like a fucking teenage boy. My brothers would have a field day if they could see me so indecisive about a woman. Out of the forty-five bikers in our club, only four are mated for life to an old lady as we call them. In our world, there are two types of women: Bitches (pretty much all the women except our mates, mothers, and daughters), and women (our family females).

A bitch can fall into three categories: 

. citizen bitch (a woman who has nothing to do with our club), 

. club whore (a permanent resident whore who gets a monthly stipend and room & board, and who is available to service the brothers at all times. This is on a voluntary basis, and though I have heard that some other clubs disrespect their whores or even force underage girls to join I do not condone such behavior), 

. and club slut (bitches who crash our wild parties to get free weed, limitless booze, and crazy sex).

I remember the hard time we gave our hitched brothers when one after the other, they fell for their soul mate. "No more pussies on demand for you, Chain! The variety pack is off-limits Banger! You gonna spend Sunday buying shit for your house, Gunner?!? How about pink shades for your man cave?". Knowing how much I mocked them when they started refusing to bang the club whores, I can already foresee them guffaw and punch me in the ribs when they learn how smitten I am already with this female. Shit! I'm pretty sure I'll have to smash a few heads to keep my cool and make them shut the fuck up.