Bred by the Alpha

By: Sam Crescent & Stacey Espino

Breeding Season, 3


Chapter One



“Her stomach looks so cute,” said Jake. He was swooning over his pregnant mate, and Liam was fucking sick of hearing about it.

“Keep that shit to yourself,” he said.

Jake glared at him. “You’re even bitchier than usual. What’s going on with you?”

Liam had just turned fifty. He was the alpha of his pack and was still without a woman to call his own. He could hardly sleep nights knowing he still didn’t have an heir to take over his place in the pack once he was too old to reign.

“Cabin fever,” he said.

“We’re almost finished construction. Don’t worry, we’ll be out of your hair within the week.”

“Just hurry it up.”

He stood and stretched out his muscles. Since three of his packmates had found their mates within the last year, he wanted all the happy couples out of the main cabin. They owned thousands of acres of untouched forest, with a small settlement for their pack. Lately, he’d been sleeping in his fur in their old wolf den rather than his comfortable king-sized bed. Listening to Jake, Eli, and Ben fucking in the next rooms had put him in a perpetual black mood.

Why were the gods forsaking him? He’d been searching for his mate for decades, but all he’d found were one-night stands. Liam began to trek away from the camp. His spirits were down, and tonight he’d drown his misery in cheap whisky.

“Come on,” he called to his dog, Alphie. The German shepherd ran up beside him, tagging along. He’d always loved dogs, and the fact had made him a pariah of sorts. Shifters believed dogs were lesser beings and couldn’t understand why he’d want one as a pet. He blamed his human side. Regardless, everyone knew to keep their paws off Alphie, even in their wolf form, or they’d deal with him.

The forest was quiet at this time of evening, just the remnants of the sunset between the leaves above. He loved this land, but the loneliness was driving him insane. He wanted what many of his friends had, a mate, love, happiness, and regular sex. As a shifter, his sexual drive was off the charts, and he was tired of cheap women and random hookups. He wanted to devote himself to one woman, but it had to be the one chosen for him. Maybe he’d die alone, his legacy ending along with him.

Liam had a love-hate relationship with humankind. He used to work as a driver for the local lumber camp, but as alpha he preferred to stay on the land, ensuring it was safe. Most of his pack had outside jobs during the day, but at night they patrolled their territory in shifts. They had enemies that would be eager to claim their property, and there was no way he’d let that happen. It was survival of the fittest in their world.

He rarely ventured into the small town. The gossipy humans served to piss him off, and he wouldn’t feed their craving for information. After years of his refusing to warm up to them, they now kept their distance—exactly how he liked it. Their identities as shifters was a carefully guarded secret, and since many humans in the small northern town liked to hunt, that didn’t put them on common ground. Zealous hunters often targeted wolves.

The grocery store was a beacon of light as he emerged from the forest. He rolled out his shoulders. He’d get what he needed and have a full-blown pity party. He hoped his mood would improve once he had the main cabin to himself again.

He ran a hand through his hair. This would be a quick stop. His boots crunched along the gravel before he stepped onto the paved parking area. A couple streetlamps highlighted the nearly empty lot. He knew the navy pickup belonged to the cashier, and the guy stocking shelves owned the red Honda. The manager was a loud bitch, but she was only in during the day.

As he neared the front doors, an unusual scent caught his attention. It made his fangs prick his gums. He resisted his urge to shift and investigate. He’d come to the store for his booze, and he planned to get it. Liam didn’t trust his own instincts at this point, not with his black mood.

Alphie sensed his unease, barking into the darkness. “Relax, boy. I’ll just be a minute.” He left his dog outside and entered the grocery store.

The bright florescent lights irritated his eyes once he entered. As a shifter, all his senses were magnified. He grabbed a basket and began his search. Often, he ate in his wolf form—rabbit, deer, whatever he decided to hunt. Sometimes he’d save what he caught and barbeque it at their camp, human-style. That’s why he liked to have hot sauce on hand.

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