Ripe for the Alpha

It’s not going to solve the problem (only Ellie’s sweet pussy can do that), but it might take some of the edge off.

I have a bench press outside and I stack all of my weight on it, enough to win a Strongman Competition by a mile. There’s so much weight on either side that the metal bar is bent like a rainbow.

I peel off my shirt and lie down on the bench, gripping the bar with my hands. With a grunt, I pick it up and start doing some reps. I plan to stop at twelve, but when I get there, I seem to have more energy than when I started. I keep going to twenty, then forty, then sixty. At a hundred, I get bored and put the bar back with a clink.

My head is swimming with thoughts of her. All this love and lust. This yearning and urgency. The need. The desire. It’s killing me.

I want to know everything about her. I want to protect her. Possess her.

She’s ripped through my life like a wild tornado and I’m trying to pick up the pieces while the winds of need and want are still swirling around me all out of control.

A long time ago, after decades of searching for my mate, I lost hope. I thought that maybe she didn’t exist or that she had died before I could find her. Little did I know, that she hadn’t been born yet.

I got on with my sad, pathetic existence, even trying to have a normal life with a wife and daughter. My ex-wife and I wanted to have feelings for each other, but there was nothing there. She’s a glaciologist and we met in Alaska. She moved in with me, but we were always more like roommates than lovers.

But still, we pretended and had a daughter. When Kinsley turned two, we were living here in Montana when we both finally admitted that there was nothing there between us.

She took Kinsley away and I became the Sheriff and just kind of fell into a boring routine. Thoughts of finding my mate dissipated over the years and my bear, who was stubborn at first, eventually just gave up on me.

Until that day in my office, when I smelled her scent. It all came racing back to me. The intense need. The overwhelming desire to claim my mate.

It’s like someone turned the volume back up on my life. Everything is a little brighter. The smells a little sharper. Colors a little more vibrant.

And it’s all because of her.

When I saw her in the shack, it all increased even more. I was obsessed immediately and knew that not one second would pass without her in my thoughts again.

I still don’t know why I burnt down the shack. I should have kept the evidence and written a police report.

But I didn’t want other police officers to come. I didn’t know how I’d react to them seeing her, talking to her. I didn’t want the medics to touch her, to take her away. I didn’t want the Sheriff of the town of Reachton County, where she’s from, to come and take over the investigation. I wanted her all to myself.

I needed time alone with her. And I wouldn’t have gotten that if I had reported her found.

There was another reason too. I saw the scared look in her beautiful brown eyes and I wanted to take it away.

I wanted to burn the place down and take away all of the bad memories for her. I wanted to wipe those fucking lions off the face of the earth and I wanted her to see me do it. I wanted her to know how good I can take care of her. How I can protect her and keep her safe in this dangerous world.

I must have broken a few dozen laws, but I didn’t even think twice about it and I don’t regret a thing. She’s all that matters to me. My vow to her is more important than my vow to uphold the law.

I hear footsteps in the trailer and I sit up on the bench with my heart pounding as the door opens.

She’s rubbing her eyes and looking gorgeous as she stands in the doorway with her black hair all messy. I picture sliding my hands in it as I press my hard cock against her curvy waist and a deep groan rumbles out of me.

My hands go to the bench that I’m sitting on and I grip the bottom of it, using every ounce of self-restraint I have not to go to her and find out how soft those curves are that are hiding under my shirt.

“Did you sleep well, peanut?”

Her soft plump lips curl up into a smile. “Yeah. It felt nice.”

Do it, my bear urges. Take her. Now.