The Alpha's Toy (The Alpha Shifter)

Jessica whimpered on the stage. Marry stared up at the one called Max as he approached her. He looked deadly with a scar down one side of his face. Max had been the one to grab her from behind the trees as she was undressing. There hadn’t been any time to run, but she’d tried. He cut the links that bound her to the others. There were only about thirty within their pack. The number had fallen as the dead bodies were amassing.

Her arm was grabbed, and she was dragged to the stage. She didn’t know the proper etiquette when it came to pack men. “You will bow,” Max said, forcing her down to her knees.

Going to her knees, she cried out as the silver seemed to pull on her wrists.

“Well, you’ve got my attention. Now, what do you want?” the Alpha asked.

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Zeke stared down at the woman before him. The girl who she’d tried to bargain for was whimpering off in the corner. He really couldn’t give a shit about anyone in the pack, but this woman’s scent drew him to her. There was no evil on her person whereas the rest of the whole pack was riddled with it. He wouldn’t be satisfied until all of them were fucking dead and he was burning their bodies to piles of ash.

“Am I supposed to speak staring at the floor?” she asked.

“What’s your name?” Zeke asked. Max had a hold of her hair as he pressed her to the floor. His man was putting on a good show, which Zeke was proud of. All of his pack was doing the best they could in the current situation. He was holding his shit together. Glancing at the blonde girl behind him, Zeke walked closer. The girl couldn’t be older than fourteen, and she didn’t have the same scent as the rest of the pack. Grabbing a chunk of her hair Zeke inhaled her fragrance. The girl was innocent, but she was still a member of the pack and he’d made sure to rid the world of them.

“I’m Jessica,” the girl said, looking terrified.

“I’m not talking to you.” Turning away, he went to the woman bowed on the floor. Replacing his hand within her hair, he moved for Max to grab the girl. “What’s your name?”

“Mary.” She had dark brown hair, and he noted it was silky to the touch. Even with his anger tightening inside him, he noticed the feel of her hair, and the intoxicating scent coming off her as well.

Glancing out at the crowd Zeke saw the anger and revulsion as they looked at the woman on stage. No one liked this Mary, and it seemed she was the only one prepared to spare the youngest girl, Jessica.

Lifting her head back he stared into her dark brown depths. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair. She was scared, but she tried to hide it. “You’re not a full wolf,” he said, inhaling her skin.

“I was bitten coming out of work,” she said. Her hands were out on the ground, holding herself up. She bit her lip, clearly not happy with talking to him.

He returned his gaze toward the pack. They hated the fact they’d taken her in. “None of them care about you,” he said, lifting her to her feet. Zeke got a good look at her. Even if she’d smelled all wolf, Zeke would have known she wasn’t. Her body gave her away. Full blooded women were incapable of being full with lush tits like hers. Mary had full hips, a rounded stomach, shapely thighs, and the largest rack he’d ever seen. He wondered what she looked like naked. Zeke didn’t have any bitches in his own pack. They were too much of a fucking problem with their territorial bullshit. He liked to fuck who he liked. Once bitches got involved they started trying to gain his attention.

The only women he accepted were those of his old pack. His sisters and mother were accepted even though they were part of another pack. Also, his men who were mated, their women were accepted into the fold, but he didn’t bring in any unmated females.

“I don’t care. Do not hurt Jessica. She’s done nothing wrong, and she’s too young.”

Wrapping his fingers around her neck, Zeke pressed himself close to her body. His dick fitted against her ass. Her body was a thing of beauty, and Zeke suddenly felt the desire to play with her.

Looking at Max he saw Jessica was perfectly still, waiting for whatever he decided. “If I spare her, what will you give me?” Zeke asked, liking his plan more and more.

“What do you want?” Mary struggled against him. Zeke found her struggles addictive. He’d love to have her underneath him, struggling to get free. Only, she’d be crying out with the pleasure he gave her.

Running his hand down her body, Mary paused as he stroked his fingers across her breast and then down over her generous hips. He wanted her naked, in his bed, up against the fucking wall—Zeke didn’t care as long as she was with him.

“What do I want?” he asked, staring out over the hall. None of them would miss Mary, and he wasn’t a cruel man. Jessica didn’t know the shit her pack had caused, and sparing her wouldn’t hurt him. Max was holding Jessica tightly, yet he wasn’t harming her. There was nothing vicious in the way he held onto her. They were not intentionally mean wolves. They were searching for justice. “Look at them, Mary.” He made her voice a caress as he said her name. She tensed as he spoke her name. “They would rather see you slaughtered.”

Mary gasped, and he banded his arm around her waist, holding her close.

“Jessica is innocent,” she said.

He was taller than she was, and he saw the tears spilling down her face. This pack may have allowed her to run with them, but none of them wanted anything to do with her. They’d rather see her burn than try to help her. His disgust was back again in full force. Zeke’s pack would accept her. They would stick together and make sure she wouldn’t be hurt. Being a woman bitten she wouldn’t have the same temperament as a full blooded bitch. They took care of their own. Even when his sisters stayed with him, his men respected them, took care of them, and made sure they were cared for. Zeke trusted his men with everything, and because of that, he made sure to treat them with respect.

“The question is, Mary, what wouldn’t you do?” Zeke asked.

She tensed in his arms, and he scented another smell from her, desire. The woman in his arms was attracted to him even as she was frightened. Smiling, Zeke turned her to face him.