The Wolf's Prey (9 page)

"Yes,
Alpha."

"I need to make
rice crispy treats. Show me."

She looks
surprised but doesn't question me. Getting out everything I need,
she tells me what to do. Even making them myself it only takes
minutes. "Thank you. Also, I'm having my future mate for dinner.
She likes pasta." I say leaving the kitchen. I walk back to the
office just as the phone rings.

I answer. "Alpha
Hall."

"Alpha, I want to
speak to you about Jocelyn." I hear Alpha Rhys say.

"What about
her?"

"If you choose to
mate her I will challenge your claim on her." He
threatens.

I almost laugh.
"Challenge accepted."

"I wasn't
challenging you officially. I said I will challenge you if you
claim her."

"I, Alpha Lennox
Hall, claim Jocelyn Kate Robinson as my mate." I state wanting to
end this phone call.

"You son of
bitch! She's mine!" He yells.

"Then I assume we
have a challenge." I say wanting to rip his head off for calling
her his.

"Fine, a
challenge." He agrees reluctantly.

I know he's
apprehensive about fighting me and he should be. Rhys may be a good
fighter but without a doubt I'm better. I'm the most feared Alpha
in North America for good reason. I've never been beaten, not even
close. I train for these fights all year. Fights like these are
welcome to me. My wolf thrives on them.

"Is that all?
She's coming over for dinner, I have things to do." I state
bored.

I hear his growl.
"Don't touch her." He replies trying to sound menacing but instead
I laugh at his idiocy.

"Trust me, she
likes it. You should have heard her last night." I can't help but
brag.

"Bullshit. She's
not that kind of girl." I hear the disbelief in his
voice.

"Don't take my
word for it then. Ask her parents." I chuckle and hang
up.

"What an
asshole." I mutter. I bring up some business I've been putting off.
I inherited my grandfather's iron ore mining range when I was
eighteen. After my father killed himself.

-Flashback-

"I'm sixteen
years old. Why do I have to be here?" I grumble to my father
looking around his office. He's made me come with him to the office
since I was fifteen.

"This is going to
be yours that's why. Not another word, Lennox."

"Word." I mutter.
Looking up at my father I know he's mad. I just don't care. Never
have, I'm used to the beatings.

I feel his fist
connect with my face and body over and over again until I'm huddled
on the floor trying to breathe.

-End
Flashback-

The phone rings
again breaking me out of my trance. "Alpha Hall." I
answer.

"Alpha, we just
got a call from Alpha Rhys. He shouted and asked if you stayed here
last night." Mr. Robinson says sounding alarmed.

"How did you
respond?" I ask.

"I told him you
did stay here with Jocelyn and he started yelling about a challenge
and coming to get her."

"I'll take care
of it." I reply ending the call.

I contact five of
my best Enforcers. Once everyone is in my office I brief them on
the situation regarding Jocelyn and Alpha Rhys.

"You think he'll
risk coming here to get her?" Liam asks.

"Theo Robinson
thought so. He wants her. He challenged me." I state.

"What an idiot.
Who challenges another Alpha for a girl no longer in his pack? It's
just messy. Why'd he let her leave in the first place?" Don
questions.

"He didn't. He
was out of town when I hired Theo Robinson to be an accountant for
me. Beta Burnett didn't see any reason why the Robinsons couldn't
leave. They weren't a part of the everyday pack operation. Alpha
Rhys came back a few days ago, when he found out she was gone he
killed his Beta. I doubt he'll stop at anything to get
Jocelyn."

"You want more
men on her then?" Liam asks.

"Yes. You're
close guard. Don and Larry within eye sight. Paul, Jerry and Louis,
you're on perimeter."

I end the meeting
and go to my bedroom. I take a towel from the cabinet and turn on
the tap. Thinking of showering with Jocelyn last night comes to my
mind. I turn the control to cold and get in.

Jocelyn's
POV

I can tell the
phone call from Alpha Rhys affected my dad. He seems so different
lately. He almost seems sad, I don't get it. I leave the living
room and go back upstairs to my room.

I have an hour
before Lennox will be here. I go into my closet and shift through
my clothes. He said we're going out but didn't say where. I decide
on dark skinny jeans and a nice silk black tank top. I pull on my
peep toe black sling backs. Leaving the closet I decide to pull my
hair back in a low pony tail and add more lip gloss. Flinging
myself on the bed I wait for him to show up. I'm still frustrated
with him. Everything was nice this morning and he ruined
it.

I hear his truck
pull into the driveway and walk down stairs. "Mom, I'm leaving." I
call to her.

"Okay,
bye."

"Bye." I reply,
opening the door.

Lennox just
reaches the steps when I walk out closing the door behind
me.

"You look
beautiful." He says looking me over from head to toe.

"Thanks. So do
you." I respond walking forward.

He raises an
eyebrow. "I'm beautiful?" He asks smiling.

"Yes, when you
smile." I answer honestly making my cheeks burn hotter.

He takes my hand
lightly in his and we walk to his truck. When he drives away I
watch out the window.

"I'm sorry about
earlier. I overreacted." He says looking at me.

"Why did
you?"

"Liam is supposed
to be guarding you and watching for possible threats. He can't do
that while eating with and talking to you. It angered me that he
was careless with you. I've remedied the situation, he'll be your
close guard and I've assigned other men to watch from further
away."

"You think that's
necessary?" I ask worried.

"I do. I spoke to
Rhys and so did your father. He wants you, this is a precaution. He
might do something stupid like try to take you."

I nod and he
continues.

"I got angry
about you talking to Tom because he disrespected me and you felt
sorry for him. I didn't like it. My wolf hated it and it's hard for
me to pull him back when I'm around you. Since last night, my need
to mate you is worse and my urges are stronger. The thought of you
with unmated men drives me crazy. I need you to understand if I
come across as unfair or angry that it's only
temporary."

"Okay. Thanks for
explaining it to me." I reply smiling. I don't know what I'm
smiling about. Maybe it's the fact that for once something wasn't
my fault and he wasn't really angry with me.

***********

My Room is
Literally in Flames !

At Lennox's house
I wait for him to open my door, this time looking forward to his
hands on me. He sets me down and I put my hand in his as we walk to
the door.

As soon as we
enter I smell garlic and tomatoes. I hope we're having Italian.
"Hungry?" He asks.

"Starving."

He smiles and
leads me to the kitchen where I see his cook finishing up with
dinner. "We'll be in the dining room." He tells her
briskly.

"It smells
delicious." I comment. She smiles at me and Lennox leads me to the
dining table. He pulls out a chair and I ask, "Do you live here
alone?"

"Yes." He answers
as I sit.

"Do you have
family?" I question watching him sit down.

"No, just the
pack. My mom left my father when I was two and my dad died when I
was eighteen."

"Oh my God. I'm
so sorry." I say, horrified for his loss.

He shrugs in
response. "I was never close to either of them. It's
fine."

I remember Liam
telling me his father never had a kind word to say to him which
only upsets me more. Even though my father puts me down a lot, I'd
still mourn him if he died. Lennox really doesn't look hurt by the
loss. I want to ask more questions but I don't want to ruin dinner
before it even starts.

"How old are
you?" I question instead.

"Too old for you
but I don't care." He replies smirking.

I raise my
eyebrow at him. "So old enough to know better?" I joke.

"And smart enough
to know it doesn't matter." He responds.

"Why haven't you
mated before? If you're so old?"

He looks me over
slowly taking in every part of my face and body. "I've been waiting
for someone like you. I don't like desperate females that attach
themselves to me for sex, money or power. I can tell you don't care
about any of that."

"How do you know
I don't want those things?" He doesn't know me yet he sounds so
sure that he does.

"I can smell when
you want me. The first time that happened was in my office. As for
money, you haven't asked me for anything. You don't like attention
so you're indifferent to the idea of power."

"I doubt all
girls are out for those things." I've heard the girls talk around
school; they lust after him, but he's attractive why wouldn't he
like that part?

"I know they do.
I walk in a room and I can smell them. I touched you the first time
we met, trying to get your body to respond like all the other
girls, but you didn't."

"Most men would
love girls wanting them."

"Not me. I like a
challenge."

"Your office was
a different setting though. I was on your lap and you smiled at me
for the first time. I bet if you smiled more the other girls would
be in constant heat." I tease.

"It was the smile
that did it?"

I blush. "Yes."
Wanting to change the subject I ask, "How did you get that scar on
your face?"

"My father." My
eyes widen. He watches my reaction and I watch his. He said it like
it's no big deal; like it was just something his father always did.
I want to know why his father would do such a thing but I can't
bring myself to ask. Luckily, I don't have to.

"My father was a
weak man; he drank a lot. He would make me go to the office every
day to teach me how to run the company. Every weekend and every day
after school I was with him, learning land surveys and mining
operations. I hated him. I used to get him angry just to do it.
He'd beat me, but I guess I felt it was worth it to piss him off.
The beatings were pretty regular until I turned seventeen and
started to hit back. On my eighteenth birthday I almost killed him.
He left me with this scar and then he killed himself. Like I said,
he was a weak man."

"You took over
the pack then, too? Was your dad the Alpha?"

He nods. "Yes, I
beat him and the Beta that challenged me. Challengers kept coming
after that and I kept beating them."

"Do you like
it?"

"I lived for
it."

"Lived?"

"Well I have you
now. Now, I live for you and our future pups." He replies, eyes
getting heated. I don't know what to say because the look in his
eyes is so intense. I feel like if I move he'll pounce on me. "I
shouldn't have brought pups up." He states huskily.

The door opens, I
smell our food but my eyes are trained on Lennox. I can't look away
even if I wanted to. I feel myself getting hotter, wetter. He
smells me, I'm sure of it when he grips the edge of the table. I
finally snap out of it and look down.

A plate of penne
noodles in a meaty red sauce is it in front of me. "Thank you." I
say trying to get control of my hormones. I can't stop thinking
about last night and the way he is looking at me right now isn't
helping. I pick up my fork and shift in my seat. Taking a bite of
pasta I try to think of anything else.

I moan when it
registers in my head how good this tastes. I'm not even done
chewing before I'm pulled out of my seat by my waist and into
Lennox's arms. His lips slam against mine hungry and possessive. My
hands are on the back of his neck as I get lost in the sensation of
his mouth on mine. Picking me up by my butt he starts walking and I
wrap my legs around his waist.

I'm pressed
against a wall as Lennox takes my shirt off quickly, tossing it
aside. His mouth hot on my neck giving me chills. I hear a door
knob turn and realize I was against a door not a wall. Lennox takes
a couple steps and lays me down on his bed, his huge body hovering
over me. Lowering his mouth between my breasts he leaves wet
kisses. I feel him undoing my bra, sliding it off my arms as his
head goes lower. When he kisses my stomach, I feel my muscles
contract. He does it again even lower, just above the button of my
jeans and I moan. I feel it being unbuttoned and hear my zipper
sliding down. His hands grip the back of my jeans and in one
movement he has them off of me. I'm left in nothing but my
underwear. In the back of my mind I hear the warning bells. But as
his eyes devour my body they get quieter and quieter. By the time
he takes my nipple into his sinful mouth there's silence. I lift my
hips against his craving the friction. He raises his head and I see
his pupils are dilated; he's lost control of his wolf. I don't know
whether to be afraid or not. He can control it; he did last night
and I'm certain this is a repeat of last night. All hands, not
sex.