Not having a mate wouldn’t be so bad. Dakota quietly
contemplated. If it weren’t for the lack of sex, that is. Then he wouldn’t
have such a problem with it at all. Dakota leisurely reached over and poured
himself a fifth shot of whisky. The alcohol flowed out in one long fluid
motion. So far the only thing mesmerizing about tonight was his impressive
record count.
"Well,
what about her?" Paul’s voice shook Dakota out of his lazy stupor. Dakota
watched, vaguely interested, as Paul motioned to the short brunet who confidently
walked on past them with determined purpose to the far side of the corner. She wasn’t
ugly, he would give her that.
"What?
Stacey?" Dakota asked mildly interested in the subject.
Paul
shrugged. "Yeah. Why the hell not?" They were sitting together at the bar counter
in the far corner of the room away from everyone else. Thanks to recent events Dakota
wasn’t really in the mood to socialize but Paul was the exception. In fact, Paul
was the only person that Dakota really talked to on a daily basis. They were
more than just business partners. They were friends and Dakota actually liked
having Paul around. Although, right about now, Dakota wished that Paul would
just let him sulk long enough to enjoy a proper hangover.
Dakota
stared down at the thin brown liquid setting at the bottom of the glass and
chugged it down all at once. It was spicy and went down his throat in one
smooth stream. He couldn’t get drunk. His metabolism was far too fast. But that
didn’t mean he couldn’t try. After all, he had his very own bottle. He couldn’t
let that bottle go to waste, now could he? That would be in poor taste.
Besides, the way he figured, this was as good a time as any to try and numb his
hyperactive senses.
Dakota
fought the urge to laugh at the absurd idea of fucking Stacey. "Hell
no." Dakota shook his head defiantly. Paul was his child hood friend and
appointed beta, but sometimes he wondered what the hell was going on through
that thick skull of his. Once upon a time Stacey was more than just a friend. He
hadn’t seen her for a while and truth be told, he wondered if maybe she left
for the big city like she always talked about.
"She’s
with Brian now. Besides, I’m not getting mixed up in that again." Honestly
what was Paul thinking? The last thing Dakota needed right now was Brian on his
case. He had enough trouble with the neighboring pack as it was.
Paul raised
an eyebrow. "No shit. When did that happen?" Paul asked as he took a
long drag from his cheap imported beer.
Dakota
shrugged his shoulders in response. Dakota knew his friend meant well, but his
mind was beginning to wander. It took him a while before he could come up with
a coherent answer. "A while, I guess." Until today he thought the
whole thing with her and Brian was just gossip going around the rumor mill. He figures
they must have gotten together some time after that incident in the woods when
she asked him to run away with her. Dakota liked living on the reservation and
he didn’t have any plans on leaving any time soon.
Paul nodded
his head and looked around the room. "What about that one?" Paul
asked, motioning to the hard-core blond playing a game of stakes across the
room. "She’s your type." he said through a mouthful of salted cashews.
It wasn’t
far from the truth. Tory was most definitely his type and matched his criteria
perfectly; tall, blond, big breasts. But he already had her and he didn’t feel
like rekindling with an old flame tonight. "Nah." Dakota waved
dismissively at the thought of just having casual sex with Tory. She had one
hell of a mouth that was for sure. Unfortunately, so did her older brother, Jared,
who chewed him out the last time Dakota dumped Tory’s tight ass.
Dakota poured
himself a sixth shot of whisky while he contemplated the situation that he was
in. Maybe he was just in a rut. That would certainly explain why he didn’t feel
like himself lately. A healthy lupine in his prime, such as he, should be
romping around religiously and having a generous amount of pups by now. Not
single and certainly not celibate. It was unheard of. He was an alpha for
crying out loud. A dominate male who could have any woman in this bar if he
wanted. The problem was he didn’t want any of them. No one in here caught his
attention. It certainly didn’t help that he grew up alongside a few of them. Besides,
he already had a go at most of the single eligible women here and he didn’t
want to open that can of worms again. He knew what they said behind his back. After
all, he was a single bachelor who wasn’t currently tied down. He already got
out of one relationship. He wasn’t looking for another any time soon. The way
he saw it, he was done with relationships. The problem was the women around
here weren’t looking for fun. It was mating season and they were all looking to
settle down and start a family of their own. That wasn’t something he could
offer. At least, not right now.
Dakota
chugged the shot and slammed the glass down on the worn out counter top. Maybe
the issue wasn’t him. It made sense if you thought about it. It’s not like he
had any problem getting it up. It was quite the opposite, actually. Once he got
started it took a while before he could seemingly satisfy his primal instincts.
Werewolves were by nature a very horny species and could breed like no other. That’s
what made them so dominant in the supernatural world.
Dakota was
powerful and had great stamina. He had to. He was the alpha of a distinct pack,
after all. It’s a good thing no one knew that he got dumped by his girlfriend.
He figured it was best to keep that little bit of information to himself. Victoria
Kingston was a blond were-cat who knew just what buttons to push him over the
edge. He didn’t know if it was the copious amount of alcohol that he recently ingested
within the hour, but suddenly, pictures of them lying together drenched in
sweat, rolling around naked in between his cotton threaded sheets flicked
through his mind like an unconscious reflex.
They were
an on-again off-again pair that lasted for five long years that he would never
get back. For a while it was fun. They would have sex during his lunch break
whenever she was in town, or sneak off to his cabin right after a meeting and
lie in bed for hours talking about their potential business ventures. The
problem was, after some time, he got tired of her too. He wasn’t sure why. Or
when it happened for that matter. All he knows is, one day, after their usual
afternoon romps in his cabin, he found himself lying next to a very sleepy
veronica and felt absolutely nothing. For some time it bothered him. Surely
having a woman as beautiful as veronica would satisfy even an alpha such as him.
The last time they called it off, which was about six months ago, Veronica came
over knocking on his door in some type of sexy red lingerie underneath her
trench coat, and after a good romp in his king size bed he would remember what
sex with her was like, and as she laid in his arms that particular night he
thought at the time that he must have been crazy to leave someone as perfect as
Veronica in the first place. Life went back to normal soon after that.
But a few
months later that empty feeling came back with a nasty vengeance and he figured
he might as well end it for good. There was just no point in wasting his time
with a woman who obviously wasn’t cutting it for him anymore. So, that same day,
after she came out of his bathroom fully clothed in her best traveling suit, he
decided it was then or never. But before he could utter one syllable she
dropped a bombshell on him. He was happy that she got a new full time job in New
York City as a manager in some major company. She’d be a fool not to take it. After
she laid the news on him she kissed his cheek with her pink ruby lips and said
her goodbyes. After she left his cabin he sat on top of his unmade bed where
only minutes earlier they had sex and realized that a long distance
relationship would have never worked out anyway. It’s not like they saw each
other on a regular basis as it was. Plus, he knew that her job would demand a
good amount of her time and it’s not like he was going to run after her. He had
his own responsibilities that kept him in Everglenn. Now that he thought about
it Dakota could never remembered an instance where love was ever mentioned.
Sure, he liked Vanessa but did he love her? Dakota would be the first to admit
that their connection was based solely on physical attraction. Who would have
ever thought the big bad alpha would be the one to get dumped. But, as Dakota
sat on the stool refilling his glass with the remaining contents from the
bottle, he wondered if getting dumped was a blessing in disguise.
His
ancestors were a very superstitious lot who always said things happened for a
greater purpose than our limited understanding. Perhaps the same applied for
him.
The more
Dakota thought about it the more he became increasingly frustrated by the
entire situation. For all of the women that he took home he never received an
ill word about his technique in bed. And there were a lot. Of women, that is. So
many that he wouldn’t be able to suggest a number. The thing was, he could
pleasure a woman for hours and yet never seem to feel satisfied. He did all the
work and got nothing in return besides an overactive unapologetic libido. Was
that fair? Absolutely not, Dakota surmised.
Nope. The
problem was most definitely not him. Dakota thought as gulped down yet another
shot of whiskey. By this point he finished the bottle and was starting to get a
slight buzz. It must have been the poor choice of women. It’s the only logical
explanation that Dakota could think of. Especially since he’s always treated
his share of lovers fairly. He never offered more than what he could handle and
he always made sure they understood that before he took things any further.
Yes. Of
course. It was so obvious. Why didn’t he see it before? He wasn’t the one to
blame for his untimely predicament. Too bad he couldn’t find anyone in this bar
that intrigued him. In fact, he shouldn’t be here at all. What he should be
doing is releasing the weeks’ worth of pent up aggression instead of waiting in
a bar like some poor ugly schmuck who just got shot down.
He was
wasting his time sitting here in the bar lodge. That much was painfully
obvious. Even the bar tender- a pack member of his, who kept re-filling his
glass every so often, would throw sympathetic looks his way. It certainly wasn’t
every day that the alpha got stood up. In fact, he couldn’t remember one
instance in which he was ever treated with such blatant disrespect. It made his
blood boil with rage. And, to think, all of this trouble just to ease the
tension with a neighboring pack. One thing was for sure; if he ever saw them
again he would seriously reconsider doing business with them.
By this
point Dakota was starting to think that this whole truce act was a complete disaster.
Even the council members thought it was a bad idea from the beginning. Being
the progressive leader that he was, he wanted to make an alliance and stop the
bloodshed between the two feuding packs. They had bigger problems than silly
petty disagreements; like the human who wanted to buy their land for some big
city development. Dakota wasn’t about to let that happen. He thought the neighboring
pack would want to help keep the humans away from their territory but he was
wrong. Now he has to come up with a way to save the land all by himself. The
last thing he wanted to do was relocate. His family lived here for generations
and as result they were a relatively solid pack because of it. There had to be
a way out of this. He just needed to come up with a good plan was all.
"Yo! Earth
to alpha!" Paul waved a hand in front of Dakotas face.
Dakota
shook his head in a blurry daze. He knew consuming alcohol in this current
setting was risky. It took took a lot of energy just to keep his mind shut from
the other members of his pack. With his defenses down he needed to be careful. He
couldn’t risk anyone finding out what his real motives behind making peace were
just yet. "What?" Dakota looked at Paul.
The serious
expression on Paul’s face immediately caught Dakota’s attention. "I tried
linking to you but for some reason I couldn’t reach you." Paul eyed him
for a moment and then focused his gaze around the bar.
The tone of
Paul’s voice instantly alerted Dakota that something was not right. "What
is it?" Dakota demanded in his alpha tone.
There was a
slight moment’s hesitation before Paul spoke up again. "They’re
here." he said.
Dakota
looked around and sniffed the air. Paul was right. He could detect a couple of
unfamiliar werewolves on his territory. He just didn’t know how many because he
was still under the effects of the liquor.
A few
moments later three men came busting through the joint like they had every
right to be there. Dakota stayed on the stool where he was and observed their
behavior from afar. He wanted to see what they would do and just how far they
would go to create a scene.
Dakota
could sense the once laid back attitude in the bar change. By this point the members
in Dakotas pack were all standing up and more than ready for a fight.
Dakota mind
linked for them to stay where they were. The last thing he needed right now was
to have a senseless war on his hands. The neighboring pack weren’t their
enemies. It was the humans Dakota was more worried about.
The other
alpha walked further into the bar with his two betas and sniffed the air until
he caught sight of Dakota sitting at the counter. (It wasn’t that hard to tell
who the alpha in a pack was- besides their blue eyes, the alpha held a certain
aura that carried a particular scent along with it.) The alpha stood before Dakota
wearing a smug expression on his face. Dakota had no idea what the alphas name
was. It was odd because he knew practically every alpha running along the
western hemisphere. Even so, the werewolf in front of him looked no older than
a pup. "So. This is the almighty alpha. For some reason I thought you’d be
taller."
Dakota
could feel the nerve in his jaw tick.
The only
thing that kept Dakota from falling into a trap was one particular scent that
filled the air. It was faint, but it was enough to distract him. He couldn’t
tell what that smell was, exactly, and that irritated him.
Paul stood
up with his arms crossed over his chest. "You have some nerve disrespecting
my alpha that way."
The rest of
Dakotas pack stood in formation just in case something went down. At this point
all of that booze was starting to give Dakota a headache. He wanted nothing
more than to lie between his sheets and sleep away the effects of a hangover.
But he couldn’t do that when the other pack was hell bent on wasting his time.
The pup in
front of him laughed. "I see. Should I kneel and let you pet my fur
too?"
Dakotas’
omega, Lance, growled at the insult.
Dakota
sighed inwardly.
Honestly. At
the rate this was going they were getting nowhere. He didn’t understand why the
other pack was there in the first place. It was obvious their alpha wasn’t
interested in negotiating to anything.
Dakota stood up from his seat and locked eyes with the alpha pup. "Enough!"
Dakota said in his alpha tone.
Dakota knew he could take the pup down with no problem but he wasn’t in the mood to get his hands dirty.
"You came here to talk right? So let’s talk." Dakota growled.
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