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“Do you want to be the alpha?” I asked.

“I don’t really have much of a choice, but I heard you can get some prime pussy as an alpha.” He smirked.

I couldn’t believe how vulgarly he was speaking. I glared at him and responded, “I guess that means you’re not saving yourself for your mate.”

He suddenly had a pained expression on his face and looked at me very seriously. “My mate’s dead.”

The water turned icy as a chill crept up my back, instantly some of my buzz wore off. Taken aback, I replied, “Wow, I’m really sorry. That’s horrible.” I felt like I should say more than that, so I continued, “If you ever want to talk about it more, I’m a good listener.” I squeezed his hand.

“Thanks, I appreciate it, Jasmine. You seem like a nice girl. You probably shouldn’t be talking to someone like me.”

I stared at him, wondering what he meant. “Why not?”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” His eyes suddenly looked dark, ominous, dangerous, startling me.

Chapter 3

Jasmine

Afewdaysafterthe beach trip, I entered the café in our downtown area to start my shift. I was on the early shift that day, so I had to be there at five in the morning to clean and prep everything. I always started by wiping down all the tables and counters and sweeping the floor. Even though this had already been done the evening prior. Valerie, the owner, was very obsessive about cleanliness, which I appreciated. I then went to brew the drip coffees. Valerie was busy pulling everything out of the oven and into the displays. She had arrived even earlier than me. Valerie almost never took a day off and often worked twelve-hour shifts. She was very curvy with curly red hair and a fiery personality to match. She never took crap from anyone.

As all the different coffees were brewing, I went to open the register. At six, we switched the sign to Open. When I had first started the job, I thought I’d never learn everything, but now I was an expert at all the different types of espresso drinks—cappuccino, latte, Americano, macchiato, mocha, flat white, etc. Even though Lucy had been working here longer than me, she still got the drinks confused sometimes. She mostly helped with decorating cakes and making dough for all the different pastries anyway, since that was her true passion. She was basically Valerie’s protégé and always helped her whenever someone ordered an elaborate cake, especially for weddings.

We normally had busy mornings during the week as most pack members would stop by the café on their way to work. I pretty much had everyone’s orders memorized. During the school year, when it would slow after the morning rush, Valerie didn’t mind if I studied while I stood next to the register.

Lucy came in at seven forty-five for her shift. Valerie glared at her, looking at her watch. “Fifteen minutes late today! At least it’s better than yesterday!”

Lucy put her hands up and ran into the back to drop all of her stuff and put on her apron. She then rushed to take her place at the register so that I could help Valerie put together all of the drink orders that were coming through. The morning rush normally lasted from seven thirty until ten. Lucy loved working the registers because she would flirt with every single male that came in, no matter their age. Valerie believed that’s why she has so many regulars, and one of the reasons she put up with Lucy’s terrible punctuality.

“Oh, hello, George! You’re looking good in that suit today! The usual Americano and chocolate chip muffin for you this morning?” I heard Lucy from the register. I just rolled my eyes at her nonsense. As it got closer to nine, I heard her say, “Hello there, Mr. Alpha! Damn, you’re looking fine today!”

I turned around to Blake standing at her register, ready to place an order. My stomach fluttered in response. He smiled at Lucy and said, “As I do every day. Just a large black coffee, please.”

Lucy rang it in and moved on to the next customer to take their order. I ran to grab the ticket and make his order, then I went over to hand it to him.

He looked straight into my soul with his piercing blue eyes and said, “Thanks, Jasmine. Nice to see you,” then he turned and walked out the door.

I left work at one thirty, when my shift ended. I decided to go for a bike ride around the pack territory instead of going home. After riding around aimlessly for about an hour, I rode out to the lake at the outskirts of the pack and found a shady place to sit under a tree where someone had left their towel behind. I shook it out and sat down on it, staring out at the glistening water, the sun’s rays reflecting off it. It was so peaceful that I decided to pull out my cell phone to read a book on it, leaning my body against a large tree trunk. I became so immersed in the book that I lost track of time.

It had to have been over two hours that passed when a huge wolf with brown fur that was so dark it almost looked black came sprinting out of the woods and shocked me. I sniffed the air and realized the wolf smelled just like Blake. He looked at me for a minute and then mindlinked me,“Mind if I borrow your towel?”Although I knew we could communicate telepathically with other pack members when in our wolf forms, it still caught me off guard—his imposing presence completely threw me off my game.

I blinked a few times and came back to reality, realizing I was sitting on a towel. Speechless, I stood up to hand it to him. He took it with his mouth and ran into the woods, emerging a minute later with it slung around his hips.

“Thanks, I didn’t want to be the one to corrupt you.” He smirked.

I couldn’t help but stare at his broad shoulders, muscular arms, and well-chiseled chest and abs as he approached. Damn, he had an amazing body.

He sat down next to me and asked, “So, what are you doing out here?”

I took a seat next to him, baffled by his sudden appearance, and replied, “I was riding my bike around the pack territory and ended up here. It was so relaxing by the water, I decided to stay and read a book.”

“Do you come here often?” he asked, holding my gaze. Goddess, he had the most mesmerizing eyes.

“No, not really. But I didn’t feel like going back home yet and this was a good place to be alone.”

“I know the feeling.” He looked at me sincerely.

“What brings you out here?”


Tags: Celia Hart Paranormal