The Alpha's Nanny

“You’re to try these clothes on,” he said, holding a large trash bag in his grip.

“Oh,” she said, getting to her feet. “Will you take her?”

“What?”

“She had a feed not long ago and I like to make sure it settles before putting her down.”

He looked at the baby and finally, after a short hesitation, took her.

“Thank you.” If the baby was his kid, why did he hesitate?

“Try the clothes on.” He shoved the bag at her and she took it. Without another look back at him, she quickly rushed upstairs.

You don’t know his name.

She paused on the stairs. Thinking of him as the alpha was getting old real fast. She didn’t want to not know who he was.

“What’s your name?” she asked without turning around.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I work for you. You know my name. It’s Winter. What’s yours? I don’t think you want me to keep thinking of you as the alpha?”

“That’s exactly what you’re to think of me,” he said. “Alpha, sir, master, it is who I am to you.”

She nodded. Why did she think for even a second he’d be reasonable?

“Or, we can keep things civilized and you can call me Rocko. Isn’t that what you like, prim and proper? To keep civility in place?”

“There’s nothing wrong with being nice.”

“I know, but there’s also nothing wrong in not conforming to what you people like to do. To let go. To be free. Go on, little woman, go and try on your clothes. This conversation bores me.”

She gritted her teeth and marched upstairs.

Anyone else, she’d tell him to fuck off, to leave her alone. He wasn’t just anyone though. No, he was her judge, jury, and executioner. Her life was literally in his hands.

Stepping into her bedroom, she opened up the trash bag and poured the clothes out onto the floor. They were in need of a serious iron all over them, but she noted the majority of the clothes were dresses. Summer ones. Lifting up a beautiful, floral blue, she smiled. It reminded her of a time when she still had her parents, and they still advised her to believe in the best of people. They weren’t monsters and they wanted her to be the best she could be. By not fighting, she knew they would be proud of her.

She would always make them proud. Even if there was a certain man downstairs who deserved a slap, she wouldn’t justify hurting him.

Time to get changed.

Chapter Two

The baby in his arms was a sweet girl. Rocko couldn’t deny that. She was pretty, with amazing blue eyes. No hair yet, but vulnerable.

He didn’t want to kill this baby. Even his wolf had this need to protect. When it came to humans, he always wanted to kill. Winter and this little girl were the only exceptions to the rule. He didn’t want to hurt them either. In fact, he wanted to protect them.

Minutes passed, or maybe it was close to an hour of him holding this human girl when Winter finally made an appearance.

“Why aren’t you wearing new clothes?” he asked. “Do they not fit?” He’d camped out in the laundry room when she’d been taking a shower and found the size of her clothes. All he’d been waiting for was one of his men to go to town a few miles away and pick up the necessary items. He’d been strict in his need for dresses. Completely inappropriate but he didn’t care. He wanted to see her soft curves on full display rather than hidden behind the clothes she had worn.

“I need to iron them.”

“Do they fit?” This woman wasn’t making conversation easy and it pissed him off. He was used to women bowing down before him. Many of the women in his pack wanted to be his woman and would do anything to be owned and claimed by him. To be his mate was a great honor, one he’d not bestowed on any woman ever. Not that Winter would ever know the truth.

She wouldn’t ever find out this baby wasn’t his, nor was she part-wolf.

What will happen when she grows up? When she needs to learn the truth?

He’d deal with all of that at a later date. Even if he had to move her far from his pack to do so, he would.

“Yes, they fit. Thank you.” She looked at the baby. “Are you okay to hold her for a short while so I can iron?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

She turned on her heel and he admired her full, round ass. He wanted to touch her, to feel her ass rub against his pelvis as he had his cock so deep within her, she couldn’t help but fucking scream his name.

That was what he wanted. His name, echoing around the walls as she begged him to fuck her. His dick responded.