The Alpha's Nanny
Violence. It was all he knew.
Humans were intent on destroying them all, and he was going to stop each and every single one of them.
“They got too close.”
“I heard one of our prison men mention a tracking device,” Brian said.
“A tracking device?”
“Yes. Last night. News of the attack run rampant amongst the prisoners, and when they believe they’re being saved, their mouths loosen.”
Rocko gritted his teeth. He’d not had them medically searched or checked for any tracking device but he wouldn’t put it past them.
“It would explain how they got so close without us detecting them,” Lucas, another of his patrolmen, said.
Without his extra senses on full alert last night, there was a chance he would have been captured. He’d needed to get away from his home.
Each day he left Winter, the scent of her in the house grew stronger, and with it, his need for her did. Even his wolf was on edge. He wanted to fuck her. To sink his hard cock deep inside her virgin pussy. To have her bleed on him so he could consume her every fucking second.
He couldn’t allow himself to do that.
She was a human and he didn’t trust humans, even if he did want to fuck this one. He wouldn’t give in to the weakness. He was better than that.
“If the humans have tracking devices, it would give them the opportunity to know where we are, and to also have the element of surprise.” Rocko poured the gasoline over the bodies, lit a match, and moved away. “Round up the humans. I want them in town. Get the doctor, wherever it’s located. I want them out and crushed.”
He took off through the woods, going to his home.
Did she know if she had a tracking device? Had she manipulated him? Was she working for them?
His anger knew no bounds.
Outside of his house, he saw his men. They were told under no circumstances were they to enter his home. They were aware he had the woman there but for what purpose, they didn’t know. After slamming open his door, he closed it behind him.
He heard giggling and his hackles rose.
How dare she giggle?
He stepped out into the yard and paused. She wore the bathing suit he’d brought her. The curves he’d been wanting to see were now on display for his gaze. She sat back on her legs, and she looked beautiful.
Molding to every curve, it highlighted her full, rounded tits, shapely legs, and even a hint of cellulite. The bottom of the swimsuit showed off her ass to perfection. Her blonde locks cascaded down around her face, and she was stunning.
Nothing about her was ugly.
His cock ached to be inside her. To remove the flimsy swimsuit aside and to just fuck her. It would be easy to do. No material could be saved against his strength.
She turned her head and saw him watching. The smile on her lips faded.
He wasn’t here to fuck her. No, he was here to find the traitor beneath. “Bring Daphne inside, put her in her cot, and come to me. Don’t make me wait.”
Rocko walked into the living room. Opening up the chest in the corner, he found what he was looking for. A tracker locator.
He heard her move upstairs. He waited.
Seconds passed. Minutes.
Daphne didn’t settle. Clearly, the little girl was enjoying her time outside. It would have to wait.
Finally, Winter came back downstairs. She’d put a long shirt over her swimsuit and he didn’t like it. How dare she hide her body from him?
“Where is it?”
“Where’s what?”
“The tracker.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The men that came last night. They were tracking you and all of your people.”
“They’re not my people. Why do you keep saying that?” she asked.
“Because you’ve been with them. They are yours and you know what they’re after. They want to kill all of us.”
“But I’m not one of them. I don’t know what to do to get you to see that I mean you no harm.”
He grabbed her at the throat and pressed her against the wall.
“Please, stop,” she said.
He turned on the device. “If I find a tracker inside you, you better hope for death soon.” He ran the device over her body.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. You can’t keep threatening me. I’ve never hurt you. I proved that last night. I took care of your injuries.”
He let her keep talking as he checked all over her body.
Not a single tracker was inside her.
She sobbed as he moved her so he could check everywhere, even between her thighs, but there was nothing.
“Remember, they didn’t trust me. They would never try to save me.” She sniffled. “Please, don’t keep hurting me.”
He let her go. “You’re clean,” he said.
He needed to say something else. Words failed him.
What could he say to make this better? There was nothing. Gritting his teeth, he stepped out of his home, slammed the door closed, and saw the humans up ahead. Each of them chained together with his men on guard.