Emma's Alpha (6 page)

“What, he tried to mark you?” Mike almost shouted.

Mike had been biting his tongue throughout Emma’s story, not happy with what he was hearing. His wolf wasn’t happy either. Mike wanted to go and pull her into his lap and chase away her fears.

“Marking, is that real too? Does it mean I would have been his if he had managed to bite me? ” Emma replied.

Scott answered her this time.

“Unfortunately some of our kind believe humans are there for their amusement and have been known to mark them so other wolves know who they belong to. It seems Brian is one of them. The only time we mark someone is if they are our mate, it’s something we consider sacred. Have you been bitten?”

“No,” Emma replied.

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Emma sat quietly for a few moments thinking about everything they had talked about and the only thing that bothered her was the thought of Mike mated to someone else. The very thought brought an ache to her chest, which was really stupid. She barely knew him, yeah she fancied the pants off him and he was in nearly all her thoughts, but it was crazy.

“Well I’m going for a shower before dinner, thanks for explaining everything and I will see you all later,” she said and walked out of the office and up the stairs.

Once in her room, Emma sat on the bed and contemplated what she now knew. It still amazed her that she wasn’t freaking out and that the books Craig got her into were real. Could Craig be a werewolf too? Were the books his way of introducing her without telling her, but also making it easier for her if she did find out by accident? She was also wondering how much longer she could stay in this house with Mike, because she knew it would kill her to see him with anyone else. This pull she had to him was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Looking at her phone, she saw it was almost time for dinner, so she quickly showered.

After showering, Emma pulled on some comfy jeans and a sweat shirt, before towel drying her hair and pulling it up into a ponytail. She slipped on her trainers and headed downstairs. As she closed her bedroom door, she heard a door close behind her, she turned to see Mike.

“How are you doing, Em? Not feeling too freaked out I hope,” Mike said.

“No, I’m fine, I am curious though, maybe you know or could help me, is my friend Craig a were? He introduced me to the werewolf books and I just wondered if it was his way of preparing me in case I found out by accident. It’s obvious now, I was surrounded by them in London. Is there any way you could find out for me? I don’t want to say anything if he is human like me,” Emma said.

“I can make a phone call to your old boss and ask. I expect you could do with a friend to talk to about all this with. There is also something else I need to talk to you about later,” Mike replied.

“Err, if it’s about earlier in the car, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” Emma spluttered.

Emma started for the stairs, but Mike stopped her by snaking his arm round her waist. She felt his breath on her ear as he pulled her back tight to his chest.

“I intend to make sure it happens again without the interruptions, many times, Em. I’ve had a constant hard on since I laid eyes on you and I plan on putting it to good use, every hole in your hot little body is going to know my cock very well. Does that scare you or does it make you wet?” Mike whispered to her.

Emma whimpered and realised she was grinding her backside onto Mike’s cock. She was so wet she thought she’d have to go shower again. Mike chuckled in her ear before releasing his hold on her waist and taking her hand. He obviously had his answer.

“Come on, let’s get you fed, you’re gonna need your strength.”

Emma tried to sort out her racing hormones, whilst Mike led her downstairs.
Did he really just say he was going
to be getting to know all my holes?
Oh my, her pussy clenched at the very thought of him sliding his big cock in her, anywhere in her. Shaking her head to clear the dirty thoughts, she composed herself. Mike had led her into the kitchen, around the table sat Scott and Paul, whilst Mary was pulling food out of the oven and placing it on the table. They all turned to look at Emma and sniffed. Paul coughed into his hands and Scott smirked, Mary just smiled and told them to sit.

Mike sat at the top of the table with Scott and Paul on his right. He placed Emma in the seat to his left, still not releasing her hand. She pulled her hand away, feeling herself blush, she didn’t want to look around the table, it would be even more embarrassing. They could most likely smell her lust, hanging around with werewolves was going to take some getting used to. She started to calm down after removing her hand from Mike’s and reali satio n hit her. She couldn’t sleep with Mike, it would hurt too much when he moved on, she would have to leave, she couldn’t bear to witness his mating with someone else. Those thoughts sent a stabbing pain to her chest and she gasped.

“What’s wrong, Em? I can smell your pain, are you hurt?” Mike asked.

“I’m fine, just still thinking everything through. Knowing what Brian is, I wonder if I will ever be free of him,”

Emma lied.

Mike looked at her, but didn’t say anything. Emma wondered if they could smell lies as well.

“Nobody will hurt you, Emma, you are under the protection of the pack. You also live in the alpha’s house, they would have to be extremely stupid to try anything,” Paul said.

“I know, thanks for the reassurance, it’s just that I’d started to relax and he turned up. Who would have thought one day out of London he would find me?” Emma replied.

It dawned on Emma she wasn’t totally lying, these were things to worry about. Maybe leaving wasn’t an option right now. Even though Brian had found her, she wasn’t scared because she knew Mike would protect her, but how could she protect her heart from Mike?

The others began eating and for the first time since sitting down Emma noticed they were having roasted chicken and there were three chickens on the table with four different vegetables and roasted potatoes. Wow, she thought, these guys really do eat loads. Emma helped herself to some chicken breast, a few veggies and a couple of roasted potatoes. It wasn’t until her first mouth full that she realised just how hungry she was. She soon cleared her plate and sat back in her chair, watching the men devour what was left on the table. Scott was slipping titbits to Jack under the table, wasn’t that sweet? She noticed Mike doing the same and it made her smile to think these big bad wolves were trying to make friends with her little dog.

When everyone had finished, Emma helped Grams clean up and then made coffee for the men, she carried it throu gh to Mike’s office. Mike was speaking on the phone, whilst Scott and Paul spoke quietly between themselves.

Mike thanked her with a breath-taking grin and a wink, continuing with his conversation. Emma’s heart rate tripled at that grin and she staggered back into the kitchen. Mary had disappeared, so Emma grabbed her coffee and decided to head upstairs to read for a while. When she passed Mike’s office he called out to her. Scott and Paul had disappeared.

“Em, come in here please.”

“Do you need something before I head upstairs?” she asked.

“I’m good thanks. I just wanted to tell you I spoke to Tony, your old boss, and he told me Craig is full were. So yes, he does know about everything. I hope it helps to know you can talk to him,” Mike told her.

“Thanks, it does. Even though a part of me wants to be mad at him for not telling me, I understand why he couldn’t. I will ring him tomorrow,” Emma said.

“I also wanted to ask you about the man you saw down at the lake, you said you had seen him before in London.

Do you have any idea who he is?” Mike asked

“I don’t know him, he has never spoken to me, just watches me sometimes. I never feel scared, I always feel safe when he is around. Today, when I first saw him I started to panic and this wave of security seemed to wrap around me, which has never happened before,” Emma replied.

Mike sat back in his chair watching Emma, he seemed to be thinking something through before he spoke. Emma started to squirm under his scrutiny.

“Em, I have reason to suspect you maybe a half-were, as in, you won’t shift, but you will have the longevity we have. I believe your father is a were. It couldn’t have been your mother if she died giving birth to you. If your father is alive, I believe he is an alpha, because we can sense when someone is born into the pack, and pick up on strong emotions sometimes, even if they don’t live within the pack. Have you a way of accessing money when you needed it? Like when you went to college or moved into your flat?” Mike said.

“Err, yes, when I turned sixteen and the children’s home I was living in said I had to move out, this man came to see me from Scot Were and Co. solicitors. He told me my mother left me a trust fund and if I needed anything I just had to go in to their offices, explain why I needed it and they would release the needed funds. I always thought it was odd that I wasn’t to be in control of it myself when I reached twenty-one, but it didn’t bother me.

I’ve only drawn on it three times. When I was getting my flat and furnishing it, to pay for college and when I passed my driving test and I requested money for a car, they sorted everything. Two days later my Mini was delivered with the insurance paid for the year, taxed for the year and a service plan, the only thing I pay for is petrol,” Emma told him.

Mike pulled open a drawer and removed a business card and handed it to Emma, on it, printed in fancy writing was, Scot Were and Co. Emma looked up at Mike in confusion.

“Why do you have this card, they are based in London?” she asked.

“They are my solicitors too. They only represent alphas, and I don’t believe there is a trust fund. I think your father has been sending the money to you when you request it. What I don’t understand is why he didn’t bring you into his pack. There is a way to find out who your father is Emma, if you want to know. But I suspect he is the man you see every now and again, watching you.”

“Why him?” Emma asked.

“There are certain feelings weres get around different people, family brings a feeling of safety, mates bring a feeling or a sense of home,” Mike said.

Emma sat there speechless, confusion coursed through her. She felt like she was home when she was near Mike, c ould she be his mate? No, that was crazy! She jumped to her feet and started pacing the office, trying to make sense of everything Mike was telling her. She tried to order her thoughts, but the feelings of home referring to a mate were front and center. She stopped her pacing and turned to look Mike in the eye, she needed to know, so she could deal with everything else.

“So, if I feel like I’m home when I’m near someone or being held by them, that means they could be my mate and obviously they have to feel it too?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s right and yes, they do have to feel it too. Em, do you feel like you’re home when you’re near someone?” Mike said.

Emma felt herself go beetroot red and she couldn’t look Mike in the eye anymore.

“I really need to think about all this, I will speak to you in the morning,” she said before turning and leaving the office.

Chapter Five

Emma collapsed on the bed in her room.
Holy crap, I could be Mike’s mate
. Images of what that meant flashed through her mind, along with what he had said earlier about his cock knowing all her holes. Her panties soaked again at the very thought. She shook her head, got up and changed into some shorts and a vest for bed, then settled down with her book, hoping to distract herself. All the events of the day took their toll and she soon drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later, she woke to the feeling of strong arms surrounding her and a husky voice whispering reassurances in her ear. She opened her eyes and peered up into the glowing, golden-brown eyes of Mike. The sense of home engulfed her and she settled deeper into his arms. Something hot and hard poked into her back and she was drawn against a bare muscled chest, arousal spiked through her and she felt her pussy moisten.

Mike growled low in his chest and his hand moved to her nape before his lips came down on hers. Emma gasped and Mike took the opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth. A taste that was uniquely Mike seeped into her DNA and Emma knew there was no one else in this world that would ever compare to the man holding her.

Emma shifted so she was straddling Mike’s lap and ran her hands up his arms, around his neck and let them sink into his hair, it was silky soft and felt amazing on her skin. She ground her aching pussy against his hard cock making him moan and break their kiss. They were both panting.

“Don’t stop,” Emma all but pleaded.

Mike’s only response was a moan before lifting her effortlessly onto the bed and stripping her vest top over her head. “Beautiful,” he whispered, leaning down and sucking a pink puckered nipple into his mouth, whilst kneading the other in his hand. Emma whimpered and pushed her chest out, offering herself to him. The sucking alone made her pussy clench, desperate to be filled. Mike moved and suckled on her other breast, his hand moved down her body and slipped inside her shorts. His fingers moved through the stripe of hair on her mound before delving lower and stoking her soaked lips. Emma parted her legs further and pushed her hips up to try and grind against his hand. Mike slipped his fore finger between her pussy lips and delved inside. Emma knew she was hot and wet, the relief she felt having something inside her was short lived, what she really wanted was much bigger. Mike moved his finger in and out and then changed to two fingers, that felt better and eased the ache somewhat.

Mike released Emma’s breast and kissed his way up her chest and neck to her mouth. He bit her bottom lip before kissing the sting away. Emma’s hands ran up and down his back, she loved the feel of him under her fingertips. She moved her hand down his chest and abs into his boxers. Her fingers closed around his cock, it felt exquisite to have her hand wrapped around him, pumping him.

He stopped her, gently released himself from her grasp and moved down the bed until he knelt between her legs.