Rejected By the Alpha (Forbidden Alpha Kings #5)

7. Lucas

7

Lucas

Glaring at the computer screen in front of me, I read the report sent by the private investigator that I hired to find Kaylee. It’s been a week since she was expelled from Oak Fur, and I have slowly come to realize how much I regret what I did. I should have never pushed her, never rejected her—my goddess-given mate.

The last seven days have been hell for me. Marilyn has ramped up her abuse on the o, ordering them around like slaves to prepare for our wedding day in a few weeks. Every day, I get reports of her attacking she-wolves that mention my Kaylee and how she would have made a better Luna, and every day I need to placate my packmates while my father indulges Marilyn.

I groan, running my hand through my hair. Seven days of Marilyn being a tyrant. Seven days of me talking to packmates and reassuring them I will put her in her place when I am made alpha, as we all watch my father allow Marilyn to do what she wants due to her father’s threat. My twenty-first birthday can’t come any sooner. Once I am alpha, and Marilyn is officially made a member of Oak Fur, I will put an alpha command on her, forcing her to behave and treat Oak Fur wolves with respect and kindness, just like how Kaylee treated everyone.

My mind drifts to Kaylee. How she is the opposite of Marilyn, and always puts the pack before her own needs. If anyone needed help, she was the first to lend a hand. If someone else was injured in a battle, she would help take care of their wounds before she tended to her own.

Simon was right. Kaylee would have made this pack stronger as my Luna. I should have marked her on her eighteenth birthday when I had her under me, as I made love to her.

I can still taste her on my tongue, still hear her sweet moans.

Finding out she and I were mates was the best day of my life. A day I wish I could relive over and over again.

***

Walking through the woods on the outskirts of the pack, I curse myself for being so dumb, for losing track of the time and running late. Today Kaylee is turning eighteen, and as the future alpha, I needed to be at her party to congratulate her.

[Where are you?] Wincing at the sound of my father yelling through the mind link, I roll my eyes and pick up my pace.

[On my way. I lost track of time in the woods,] I reply back with honesty, deciding to shift into wolf form so that I can move faster. My clothes tear as I shift mid-step, my paws hitting the hard forest floor as I take off. The party starts in ten minutes, so I need to be there in five to make it in time to change into new clothes and still be on time.

[Hurry the fuck up, Lucas,] my father orders, shutting the link between us before I can reply back. I growl, pissed at how he treats me. I am an alpha, just like him. I will be taking over the pack in a few weeks with Marilyn, after I turn twenty-one and we are married. We had to wait, due to the betrothal being set for after she has turned twenty. I had hoped she would have found her mate by now and given up on me, but it seems that will never happen. Within seconds of shifting to wolf form, I am out of the woods and racing past the houses of the many pack members.

A sweet smell—like cinnamon and sugar—catches my attention, making me fumble in my steps and trip over my paws. I have smelled this scent before, but it was subtle then. Now it is like someone mixed it with an enhancement drug, a drug I could get used to. Climbing back to my feet, I follow the scent instinctively, and luckily it leads me to the pack house.

[What does it mean when you smell a scent that you feel like you become addicted to?] I link my friend Simon, as I climb the steps to the pack house and walk through the open doors. With there being a party today, the doors will remain wide open for packmates to come and go.

[Guessing you didn’t pay attention in class,] comes his snarky reply. I growl in warning, not wanting to deal with his sarcasm and attitude right now as I stand in the foyer, debating on tracking down that scent or running to my room for a change of clothes.

[Sheesh man, calm your raging hormones. This scent means your mate is close,] Simon retorts. I can just picture him raising his hands in surrender and rolling his eyes. Stepping towards the sound of music, I pause as his words register in my mind.

The scent I am smelling is my mate?

Fuck!

[Dude, I can’t find my mate. My dad will kill me if I don’t marry Marilyn.] Backing up, I turn and rush up the stairs, forcing packmates to jump to the side to avoid me crashing into them. As soon as I reach the third floor of the pack house, I shift back into human form and run into my room, slamming the door shut and locking it.

I know I need to calm myself, I can feel my blood pulsing, the need to find my mate radiating through me. My canines are itching to sink into her flesh and mark her as mine for eternity. But I can’t.

I have a marriage arrangement with Marilyn to prevent her father’s pack—the Blood Oath pack—from attacking Oak Fur. If I find and mark my mate now, Oak Fur will be doomed.

[Lucas, where the fuck are you?] Wincing as my father reopens the link and shouts at me again, I rush to my bathroom and quickly shower off.

[Upstairs, be down in three,] I answer back as I scrub my body as fast as I can. I know I shouldn’t feel the need to be clean and fresh for a simple party, but I want to smell good and look my best if my mate is truly here. The need to claim and dominate her as mine is winning over the rational side of my brain.

[Good. The party is going to start soon, and your aunt is on my case about that brat Kaylee needing support.] My hand pauses at his words as I find myself needing to force back a snarl. Some part of me hates how he just disrespected Kaylee—the girl of honor tonight, and the she-wolf that was left orphaned because of my father.

[I will see you downstairs,] I manage to grind out before shutting the link off this time. I need to calm down and focus. Rinsing off the soap, I shut the shower off and quickly towel dry myself before grabbing a pair of dark jeans and a nice baby-blue dress shirt. Dressing quickly, I slip on a pair of dress shoes and leave my bedroom, buttoning up my shirt as I descend the stairs. With one minute to spare, I enter the large function room and stride to where my father stands with Marilyn, Aunt Amelia, and Uncle David. Their pups are probably running around here somewhere, too.

“Nice of you to join us,” my father harrumphs as he takes in my appearance. I wait for the scolding that is to come, but he instead nods in approval at my attire before returning to a conversation with Uncle David. Shocked, I turn and give my aunt a hug, before pressing a kiss to Marilyn’s cheek. It takes everything in me not to recoil at her touch and scent of honey, as the scent of cinnamon and sugar that belongs to my mate grows stronger the longer I stand in this room.

“You okay, Lu-Lu?” Marilyn asks in a sickly-sweet voice.

“Yeah, just tired,” I mutter, catching the questioning look my aunt throws my way.

“Well, you better stay awake for at least another hour. Kaylee is arriving now and needs our support,” my aunt warns me. Kaylee’s name causes my mind to hum in agreement with my aunt, leaving me questioning what is wrong with me. Ever since I scented my mate, I have been acting like a brainless pup.

As if on cue, Kaylee walks in, her light-blonde hair piled into a messy bun on top of her head, and her body covered in a dark blue dress that hugs all the right places. Shaking my head as thoughts of kissing her invade my mind, the cinnamon and sugar scent practically explodes into the room. My blood hums as the need to find my mate rises, and I find myself clenching Marilyn closer to my body. I need to focus and remind myself that Marilyn is who I will marry. I have to, or else Blood Oath will attack us.

As if sensing the change in me, Aunt Amelia stares at me and smirks, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

[Your mate is here,] she states, and I nod, grinding my teeth together.

[You know why I can’t find her, so don’t lecture me.] Before she can say anything else, my father takes his steps towards Kaylee, forcing my aunt to follow and thankfully ending our conversation. My aunt was there when I was kidnapped. She fought my father on the forced betrothal and lost.

“Members of Oak Fur,” my aunt begins with a broad smile on her face, her eyes locked on Kaylee’s. As the two eldest alpha wolves of the pack, she and my father are to start the party with a speech.

“We are here tonight to celebrate Kaylee Kingsley in becoming an adult in our pack. She will soon begin beta training under my tutelage, and bring new strength to Oak Fur.” The people cheer as Aunt Amelia finishes her speech, the two she-wolves hugging as my father steps forward.

“As alpha of Oak Fur, I welcome you, Kaylee Kingsley, as a functioning member of this pack, and look forward to the day you find your mate. Your parents would be so proud of you.” My father gives Kaylee a hug, his face full of smiles as the pack cheers once more, chanting Kaylee’s name over and over again. I smile, watching my future beta be surrounded by others, pride swelling inside me that I chalk up to being an alpha watching over his people.

“I am going to go dance with my friends.” Marilyn’s voice pulls me away from watching the birthday girl, and I turn to give my girlfriend my full attention. A scowl is displayed on her face as she sends a glare towards Kaylee. Once again, I find myself wanting to growl—this time at the girl in my arms for disrespecting Kaylee—but stop myself. Something is seriously wrong with me.

After telling Marilyn to have fun, I let her go and decide to mingle with the crowd. The music grows louder as the party is in full swing. Wolves dance in time to the current song or make their way to the table full of food the omegas cooked. I find myself subconsciously searching for my mate, but stop myself just before I reach the source of the cinnamon and sugar scent and rush towards the other side of the room. I can’t put my pack in danger of Blood Oath just because my instinct demands I fuck and claim what is rightfully mine.

After an hour of playing cat and mouse with my mate while doing my duties as future alpha, I decide enough is enough and sneak out the back door to get some much-needed fresh air. The late May wind is surprisingly chilly, but I accept it. It blows away the addictive scent that has been driving me insane and clears my mind long enough for me to think.

“Lu-Lucas?” A shocked yet melodious voice calls out my name, making me shiver. That scent that I both want to cover myself in yet have been avoiding all night wraps around me, and I feel my resolve shaking. Deciding I need to be the alpha I am meant to be and put my pack first, I turn around, ready to reject the woman the goddess chose for me, only to become shocked myself.

“Kay-Kaylee?” I whisper in disbelief, her big blue eyes staring into mine. The words I want to say are stuck in my throat and without thinking, I rush towards the woman the goddess has paired me with, pulling her flush against my chest. Her lips taste as sweet as her scent smells—like cinnamon sugar. Her body fits perfectly to mine. I knew the moment that I did not reject her that I would become addicted—and I was right.

My hand moves to cup her perfectly plump ass, squeezing it gently and earning myself a little moan from her mouth that I want to feel wrapped around my hard cock. My tongue darts into her mouth, tasting that sweet, sweet cinnamon sugar taste as I step closer, needing to feel her pressed further into me. This seems to be the wrong move, as we lose our balance and Kaylee and I land in the mud pile that is in the middle of becoming a vegetable garden for the pack.

“I am so sorry,” I laugh, pulling away to look at Kaylee, now covered in mud, who gives me a glare.

“No, you’re not. You’re used to pushing me into the mud,” she teases back, her glare changing into a playful smirk. I grin, standing to my feet and helping my mate up. She is right, though. I am used to pushing Kaylee into mud during training and sparring days. Used to grappling her body and throwing her around, or feeling her straddle my lap. Usually, this is followed by a punch to the face, but today I hope it ends with her screaming my name as I fill her.

“How about I make it up to you with a shower for two?” My words are said before I can think, and a blush creeps along Kaylee’s beautiful face. She nods, her eyes staring into mine, and I swear I can see just as much want and need for me as I feel for her. Without a second thought, I scoop Kaylee into my arms and carry her toward the back of the pack house. Using the kitchen entrance, I sneak the two of us inside and up the stairs, right to my bedroom. Kaylee is giggling the whole way, her arms wrapped around my neck as she peppers kisses along my skin, making me moan and my cock twitch. The need to be buried inside her is one I am fully ready to act on.

Passing the bed, I carry Kaylee into the bathroom, where I promptly sit her on the counter before smashing my lips to hers. She moans, the sound nearly sending me over the edge. Deciding our clothes are in the way, my nails turn to claws and I shred the now muddied dress from her body. This causes Kaylee to pull away in shock, but I growl, my left hand cupping the back of her head and returning her lips to mine. I am the one in charge here.

[We should slow down,] Kaylee links me as her lips move in sync with mine. A purr escapes my throat at how husky her voice sounds. How I can smell her arousal and need to be filled by me and me alone. Pulling away, I trail my lips along her jaw and down to the crook of her neck—the spot where my mark should sit for all to see that Kaylee belongs to me.

“We need to shower the mud off,” she whimpers as I nip and lick the sensitive skin. I ignore her words, too focused on tasting her skin which also tastes like cinnamon and sugar. Goddess, she will be my undoing.

My hands have a mind of their own, as one moves to fondle her left breast. The soft mound feels like putty in my hand and as I flick the hard bud of her nipple, Kaylee lets out another soft moan that sounds like heaven to me, and her fingers move to clutch at my hair. I smirk, the scent of her arousal growing, making me wonder just how wet she feels. My free hand moves lower, trailing along her skin until I find the one place my twitching cock wishes to be. She is already soaking wet, her body ready to be penetrated and dominated by me. Good.

I slowly move my index finger inside her, feeling how tight and hot she is. I wonder if Kaylee is a virgin, and if by chance she was saving herself for her mate—for me. My cock twitches at the thought that I will be the first to fuck her senseless and fill her tight pussy with my cum, and the need to claim her grows. I need her now!

Pulling my finger out from inside her, I lick her juices from my fingers, staring into her eyes as I do so and watch as her blush grows darker. She is definitely a virgin from that response.

Lifting her from the bathroom sink counter, I carry Kaylee to my shower. She clings to me, her arms and legs wrapped around my body, and I relish in the feel of her breasts pressed to my chest, but I know they would feel better with my clothes off.

“Put your feet down,” I mumble against her neck, getting a small nod before I feel her legs unwrap themselves from my body. I pull away from the spot I have been lavishing attention to, noticing the bright purple hickey where my mark should go on her fair skin. With quick movements, I remove my clothes and throw them out onto the bathroom floor before closing the glass door to the shower and pulling Kaylee flush against me.

I was right. Feeling her naked flesh against mine is better than I could ever imagine.

“My room is soundproof, so scream as much as you want,” I whisper into her ear, reaching around her to turn the shower on. She shivers, the mate bond making her submit to me. Good. I am her mate and alpha. She should submit to me, and let me fill her every night after we have a long day of running the pack.

The water is cold at first, causing Kaylee to squeal in surprise and me to laugh as it comes to temperature. She calls me a jerk and I smirk, pushing her body against the tiled wall and trailing kisses from her lips to her perfect breast. I claim the right nipple in my mouth, sucking and rolling the hard bud between my teeth. She moans, her body writhing against me as I switch to the next breast, repeating the same motions. After showing her just how mean I can be, I grab her hand and place it on my cock, pulling away to watch her blue eyes filled with lust widen.

“Be ready to accept this inside you after we clean one another,” I growl out, my voice deep and husky. She nods, her skin flushed as I push a finger inside her soaking pussy and slowly massage inside her. I need her to loosen up, and the best way is to make her orgasm—which I don’t have to wait long for. Kaylee tilts her head back as I add a third finger inside her, her hips grinding in time to my fingers moving in a come-hither motion. Her walls clamp over them as she screams my name, and I shiver, relishing in the feeling and the way my name sounds coming through her lust-filled moans.

As she comes down from her high, I pull my fingers out from her again, and once more I bring them to my lips, tasting her cum and cleaning them of her juices. She watches me with a wide gaze until I kiss her, allowing her to taste herself on my lips. She is mine.

No words are spoken when I pull away from the kiss and take my shower gel from the shelf. I squirt a nice glob onto my hands before I begin to bathe Kaylee. I massage the soap into her skin, making sure to tease her nipples and grope her ass as I do so. Her hands aren’t idle either. She takes the shower gel and squirts it into her hand while mine are on her ass, before bathing me as well. She avoids my cock, the appendage twitching and needing to feel any part of her on it. Then she surprises me.

Kaylee gets on her knees, her soap-covered hands on my ass while she stares into my eyes. Before I can ask what she is doing, she kisses the tip of my cock, making me hiss with how good it feels. Her tongue flicks tentatively out to lick the water from my tip before her lips are around me. Her mouth feels so good as she sucks me off, her tongue moving slowly. She continues to move her soapy hands around my ass and hips, while her mouth works my cock. It is not enough. I need to be inside her.

Curling her hair around my hand, I lightly tug and force her to release my cock with a pop. She stands and I smash my lips to hers.

“Bend over, now!” I order with a growl, filled with lust as I end the kiss. Her eyes open with shock at what I just said, her breath fast and heavy.

“But we are in the shower,” she states. A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest as I carefully turn her to face the wall, my lips pressed against her shoulder while I slip an arm around her waist and between her legs.

“Exactly. There is no better place for me to claim you.” She blushes at my words as I guide her to bend forward, her legs slightly bent at the knee. She is so vulnerable right now, her body bare for my eyes only. Positioning myself just right, I run the tip of my cock along the seam of her wet pussy, dragging out a moan from her lips.

“Be gentle. This is my first time,” she pleads, as I position myself at her entrance.

“I make no promises, Kaylee,” I warn, my hands gripping either side of her hips. In one fluid motion, I thrust inside her, taking her virginity as mine. She cries out as the pain of losing her innocence comes and I grow still. She is just so tight, and I can feel her squeeze me. I can’t wait to fill her over and over again and feel her pussy accept everything.

“Breathe through it,” I coo, reaching around her to lightly circle my finger over her clit. She moans, and I feel her relax.

“Good girl, Kaylee,” I praise, slowly grinding against her. My cock twitches inside her, and she moans out my name as she braces herself against the wall. After making sure she is okay, I start fucking her senseless. She is my mate and will learn to accept my cock when I need her.

She moans as I move in and out of her, the feel of her tight pussy squeezing my cock bringing me closer to the brink of release. I can feel her grow even wetter, hear her moan my name like a prayer, and beg me to go harder as the pleasure rips through her and she orgasms again. I comply, thrusting hard and fast, riding out her orgasm until I can’t hold it in any longer. With one last final thrust, I explode inside, my seed spilling into her depth and causing her body to quiver as yet another orgasm takes control. We are both left gasping for breath while she leans against the wall, her energy spent.

“That—that was amazing,” she gasps between breaths, turning to give me a loving smile. I chuckle, slowly pulling out of her, my semi-hard cock growing harder once more as I scoop her into my arms and turn off the shower.

“That is just the beginning, Kaylee. I have all night long to keep filling you.”