I Don't Even Know

"Skinny." "Cute." "Sexy." "Dat AZZ!!!" Those are things said to describe me. I love a good party. I've never settled down or stayed anywhere long enough to have any kind of relationship. Why would I want to? There are plenty of fish in the sea, and I may not like fish, but I will take a bite outta dat ass any day of the week. So moving from my favorite party city, New York to Texas is not my idea of a good time. Texas is hot! And full of nothing but dirt and dust! Why would I want to go there?!?!?!?! The people at the club call me pretty boy. You can tell why. My friends call me Ally. While my friends that I only see for one night that is. My parents call me Alex. And my birth certificate calls me Alexander Rui Tomayoshi. Being Japanese American has its perks. Like my body is built for fucking and grinding on. And before you ask. Yes. I'm bottom. 21 years and living every single moment as if it was my last.

"Alpha. The pack is ready for you." First thing I hear all day after locking myself in my office to do a mountain of paperwork. 'Wait a minute it's day?!?!' Internally freaking out I regret doing my work that late at night because the next thing I know it's daytime apparently and I have a pack meeting first thing in the morning. That I forgot about. 'Yay. Lucky me.' 27 and I still can't seem get my shirt together. 'Come on man! I'm supposed to be the Alpha!'

What happens when the party boy and the alpha meet? And not only that but also find out they're mates. Will they accept each other or will their lifestyle force them apart? After all the alpha can't have a Luna to is so lose.