West of Destiny--SAMPLE (Book 5 of The Claimed Series)

Chapter 2

West

"You...but you're....you're..." My mind draws a blank as I try to take in all I see. Words cannot describe it, and my heart sinks into my toes. "But you're my mate," I say, as if that was everything that needed to be said. I can see what is happening in front of me, but I cannot bear to put it into words.

My mate—the one person I should love for the rest of my life—fucking another shifter. I watch on in horror, unable to move, but she only smiles playfully back at me.

"Perhaps you'd like to join," she teases, winking. "I've always wanted to have two men filling me until I'm limp with bliss."

My head shakes involuntarily as I take a step back. She pouts prettily. It's the most evil thing I've ever seen.

"You're fucking another man when you're supposed to be mine!"

There. I've said it. It's out of my mouth now, but even as I speak, she only rides his cock harder, as if my words turn her on.

"Oh, fuck! Yes!" Her eyes roll back in their sockets, and the shock I feel turns to rage. Rage at a female that until yesterday, was just another possibility for me, though I had hoped to be paired with someone a little more stable, more caring. Of all the females to be mated to, it would have to be Carla Moore. I had saved my virginity for my mate, and now she was there, riding some strange wolf's dick like it was the end of the world and it was now or never.

"Of course, I'm fucking another man," she says as her breath left her chest in heavy pants. "Did you think that I would wait for my mate in order to receive such pleasures? So old-fashioned, West. All of you Harkins are. Step out of the Dark Ages and into the 21st century, you fool. No one but limp-dick losers wait for their mates anymore."

Shaking my head again, I freeze in place. This can't be happening to me.

No.

No. No. No.

"You...you can't—this is... It's wrong, Carla."

"Fuck, you're such a whiner, West. You're completely harshing my sex buzz, ya know?"

She stands, the man beneath her groaning at the loss of contact. His wet dick slaps the hard ridges of his abs.

My dick should have been filling, not his.

Carla pats him on one stiff shoulder before sauntering over to me naked, her pussy glistening.

"Listen, West. I don't think it's going to work out with you and me. You're too...well, you're just too stiff. If you loosened up a little, you might be alright, but as pack Beta and being besties with that old stuffed shirt, Paul, there's not much hope for you and I, is there?"

"I—" I'm at a loss for words. They won't come no matter how hard I try to push them out.

Unreal. This is un-fucking-real.

"West Harkin, I, Carla Moore, re—"

"West! Yo, West!"

My nightmare was shattered by the most welcome and unwelcome voice I could imagine. It was that of my best friend, Paul Weiss, the newly appointed Alpha of Destiny Pack in Northern California.

"Fuck off, Paul, I'm sleeping." I threw an object, possibly a pillow, in the direction of his voice.

"Nice shot, but you went wide left. Better to stick to your day job, bro."

It was apparent I wasn't going to be getting any more sleep, so I sat up, blinking at the bright light streaming in through my windows. Most days, I slept like a log, and if it wasn't for Paul nearly yelling himself hoarse every morning, I'd sleep until noon every damn day of the week.