AFRICAN AMERICAN ROMANCE: A Thug to Remember (Hood Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (African American Urban Contemporary Short Stories) (56 page)

Taken by a White Wolf

“Mate with her?” Tate growled at his father.

The woman that he was talking about was Accalia. She was from pure blood just as Tate was and had been chosen to be Tate’s mate.

“I loathe the woman,” Tate continued. “Have you ever spent any time with her at all? She is revolting.”

It wouldn’t have bothered Tate so much to mate with Accalia in the sense that humans mate. He would love to put her in her place and then never see her again, but the problem was that werewolves mate for life and Tate did not want to spend the rest of his life with that woman.

She was a beautiful woman, but not much of a werewolf as far as Tate was concerned. She had never been on a hunt and Tate was pretty sure that she had killed her last assistant. She had turned up missing just a few weeks after she started working for Accalia and even though Accalia did not want to get her pretty hands dirty she had an anger problem.

Tate wondered if her new assistant Shandra would see the same fate as the last. Shandra was a beautiful dark-skinned Black woman that had all the right curves and was as sweet as could be. Tate had seen the way that Accalia treated Shandra and it was not the way a classy woman would treat her assistant. Accalia was one of those women who thought that just because they had money they could treat everyone else poorly.

Tate was not that way, though. He was the prince of the pack and he did understand how important it was to keep the royal bloodline pure but he wanted nothing to do with this woman. Accalia also treated the werewolves that were not pure as if they were beneath her to even notice them.

There were several different types of werewolves. Those that were born of two purebred werewolves, who could trace their lineage back to the Primus. Then there were werewolves who were the product of a werewolf and a human. Then there were those who were changed, by another werewolf. Accalia was the type of werewolf whose lineage went back thousands of years all the way to the beginning. There had never been a human brought into her family. Nothing to muddy her bloodlines.

Tate could also trace his ancestry back thousands of years and he understood why his family wanted to keep themselves pure, but to him a werewolf was a werewolf just as a human was a human. He had seen the looks that were given when a werewolf tried to bring a human into the pack, when they asked for permission to change them, but what Accalia did was far worse than looks. She was as mean as she could be to the members of the pack that were not pure blood and then the way she treated humans was inexcusable.

They all had the choice to live in human form or to live in wolf form. Part of the pack stayed in the woods while the other part lived in the city with people. Accalia and her family lived in the city. They were not cut out for life in the wilderness. Tate could not remember the last time that he had actually seen Accalia shift and didn’t even know what she looked like as a werewolf. The only thing that ever reminded others that she was a werewolf was the wild look that she got in her eyes when she was angry and the animalistic noises that followed.

Tate could see the anger in his father’s eyes. In all of his life he had never been disrespectful to him. He had never questioned his authority, but today he refused to follow an order. Tate’s father had told him that it had already been arranged with Accalia’s family and that she had accepted the offer.

Tate turned and walked out of his father’s house, jumped into his car and headed down the road. He would so love to be off in the forest right now, where he would be able to shift, run and even hunt something down, taking all of his anger out on it.

As Tate drove through the city he saw Accalia walking down the sidewalk with Shandra following closely behind. Accalia was a tall woman and slim, while Shandra was just a bit over five feet and very curvy. Accalia had a bad habit of calling her fat, eating in front of her and not allowing her to have breaks for her own meals.

Accalia always told Shandra that it was for her own good and that one day when she was thin she would thank her, but Tate had seen Shandra on the verge of tears because of the things that Accalia said.

As Tate watched the two women from afar he could tell that Accalia was talking down to Shandra. Accalia’s mouth was going non-stop and she was making the ugliest faces that Tate had ever seen, all while Shandra struggled to keep up, carrying all of Accalia’s bags, looking as if she were on the verge of tears. It took everything that Tate had within him not to walk up to Accalia and tell her how much he despised her. He wanted her to know that she would never be his mate.

As he watched Shandra he wished that his father had been generous enough to find him a mate more like her. Yes, she was human, but Tate did not care. To him she was beautiful. She had a nice round ass with thick thighs. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she struggled to keep up with Accalia. Tate could think of nothing else but getting his hands on her body as he sat at a stoplight, watching her.

He had never found himself attracted to a human before and he did not know if it was pure lust or if it was because he did not like the way Accalia was treating the woman, or if it was simply out of defiance to his father, but he knew that there was a part of him that needed that human woman more than he could express.

He decided that he did not care what his father or anyone else had to say. Shandra would be his and then she could have all the revenge that she wanted on Accalia. As the thought passed through his mind, he smiled. He didn’t care what it was that was attracting him to Shandra. He couldn’t help but smile at the idea of Shandra bossing Accalia around. Maybe he would hire her to be Shandra’s assistant. He knew that Shandra did not have a mean bone in her body and that she would never treat Accalia the way that she had been treated.

He had met Shandra on several different occasions when his family and Accalia’s family got together or when he was out socializing. He was amazed that no matter where Accalia was she had to have Shandra with her. She had forced her to rent the apartment that was next to her own. Shandra accompanied her wherever she went shopping, getting her hair and nails done and even out to the club. Tate had often wondered if Shandra was in fact the only ‘friend’ that Accalia had.

He had never seen Accalia out with human or werewolf females. He assumed it was because they would not put up with the way that Accalia insisted on treating them, but often wondered exactly what she could do that would make everyone stay away from her.

He had watched her often as they grew up together and she had always been this way. When she would mistreat others while her parents were around they would laugh it off and say something like “cubs will be cubs.” It was always the same thing, never taking any responsibility for their daughter's actions.

Now, Tate was going to make sure that she knew it was her actions that were going to cost her the title of princess. Tate decided that he was going to follow the two women until he could get Shandra alone. He wanted to talk to her, but wanted to make sure that Accalia was not around. He was a smart man and understood how angry his family as well as Accalia’s would be when they found out that he wanted to mate Shandra. He did not want them to find out until it was done and there was nothing more they could do about it.

It took a while, but Accalia finally went to her own apartment and allowed Shandra to go to hers. Not before Shandra carried all of Accalia’s bags into her apartment and put everything away, of course. Then she cleaned up Accalia’s apartment before starting her dinner for her. It occurred the Tate that Accalia already saw herself as royalty and that Shandra was nothing more than a servant to her.

Tate wondered how Shandra would react if she knew that Accalia was a werewolf. He wondered how she would react when she found out that he was a werewolf. Anxiety tied his insides into knots. He knew he was an attractive man and he knew that Shandra was attracted to him, but there was always the fear of rejection. It was even worse now that he knew his entire future depended on what this one woman would say.

If he could not make Shandra understand what he was and make her love him, he would be forced to spend the rest of his life with Accalia. That was not a future that Tate was looking forward to. Once he was sure that Accalia was not going to call Shandra back over to her apartment, he made his way to the door and knocked gently.

He could hear Shandra walking to the door with a fast paced step. He assumed it was because she thought that he was Accalia wanting something else from her. As she opened the door, her look of stress turned to one of surprise.

“Oh,” Shandra said. “Mister Tate. Um. Accalia is not here, her apartment is the next one over.”

Tate smiled down at Shandra. She hadn’t even had the time to change out of her work clothes and she looked completely exhausted. “I’m not here to see Accalia,” Tate said gently. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh,” Shandra said, opening the door, allowing Tate into her apartment. “I assume you want to talk about the wedding?”

Tate stopped just inside the door and looked at Shandra, stunned. She blushed and looked down at the floor as she closed the door behind him. “It’s just that, you know, that is all Accalia has talked about all day. I didn’t know there was still anyone who practiced arranged marriages,” she stammered.

Tate could tell that she was already uncomfortable, but he needed to make her understand that he did not want to marry Accalia.

“What would you do if I told you I was not going to marry Accalia?” he asked, staring straight at Shandra. Mating with Accalia was so much more than just marrying her, but he knew that he could not explain that to Shandra. At least not yet.

Shandra looked at Tate with nothing less than complete confusion. He reached out and took her hand. As he led her into her living room, he said, “I am not here to make you work anymore, you have done enough of that. I am here because I do not want Accalia.”

Shandra interrupted, “Please don’t ask me to tell her that. She will kill me.”

Shandra had no idea just how true that was but Tate thought it best that he keep his opinions to himself. Tate sat down on Shandra’s sofa and patted the cushion next to him. Shandra slowly sat down next to him.

“I would never ask you to do such a thing,” Tate began. He looked deep into Shandra’s dark brown eyes and he could see the fear that was within her. Seeing that type of fear caused the animal within him to start clawing to the surface trying to break through.

“I am glad to hear you don’t want to marry her,” Shandra said, blushing. “She is an awful woman, but I don’t see what any of this has to do with me.” Shandra was looking down at the floor. It was something that she did quite often now that she worked for Accalia.

Tate had not known Shandra before that time, but he remembered that when he had first met her she was full of joy and always held her head up. He could tell that Accalia and her words had taken a huge toll on Shandra.

“I know the way you feel about me,” Tate began. Shandra lifted her head, looking at Tate with her eyebrow raised. “It’s okay,” he continued, “I’m not going to say anything to Accalia about it. I feel the same way about you and I can’t go on hiding it.”

Shandra didn’t want to cause a problem for herself. She began walking to the front door. “I think that it would be best if you leave,” she struggled to tell him. “If this is some kind of test that Accalia has for me, you can tell her that I passed, but I will be looking for new employment. I can’t work like this anymore.”

Tate quickly rose and rushed toward Shandra. He grabbed her waist from behind and turned her to face him before she could open the door. She stared up at him, taking in all of his beauty. He was a man like none she had ever known before. He had beautiful White skin, not pale exactly, but he did not look as if he had spent too much time in the sun, either. His dark black hair was sleek and straight. She smiled as she watched a strand of it fall down on his forehead. It was one of the things that Accalia loved to complain about. She did not like his messy hair, but Shandra loved it. He had the most beautiful blue eyes that Shandra had ever seen and even though she had always preferred brown eyes there was something in Tate’s that mesmerized her. His lips were a beautiful shade of light pink and clearly defined just as his strong jawline was. He was a very muscular man and Shandra knew that he must have worked hard for that body.

As she thought about Tate’s body she was forced back into reality. She knew that a man who worked that hard on his own body would not want a woman like her. She was clearly more than a few pounds overweight and Accalia had made it very clear that no man would ever want her the way she was.

Shandra could feel tears welling up in her eyes as Tate held her against her front door. It wasn’t because she was afraid. It was from knowing that she would never be good enough for this man in front of her and that there would never be another man like him in her life. When Accalia had announced to Shandra that she was going to marry Tate, it felt as if she had ripped Shandra’s heart out of her chest and stomped all over it. For the rest of the day that was all she could think about. She had loved Tate in secret for some time.

Now here was the man that she wanted more than anything in the world, standing in her apartment with his hands on her waist. Shandra could not allow herself to think that it was anything more than a trick set up by Accalia.

Shandra was pulled from her thoughts as she felt Tate’s lips land hard on her own. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. Tate licked at Shandra’s lips, begging for entrance, and even though she was unsure of what she should do she parted them for him. His tongue slowly entered her mouth and began to explore and as he kissed her so deeply she wrapped her arms around his neck.