The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

“It was good,” she said. “I finished early and swung by the Mall of America to do some shopping. I thought of Sharkbait when I saw the aquarium,” I told her.

“What did you do?” She had left my work to take care of the Todd problem, and I wanted to know what was going on with him. It affected my Pack and my family.

“Council business,” she replied. “I can’t talk about it.”

“I saw Todd was in court this morning; were you there?” She shook her head, no. “At least his bail was denied. His trial is set for April.”

“I heard,” Adrienne said. “This is the tastiest fried chicken I’ve had in years, Donna. Is it your own recipe?”

“My mother’s,” she said. It was clear she wasn’t going to say more, so I left it alone. After dinner, Liv took Vicki upstairs for her bath time, while the rest of us relaxed over coffee or drinks.

“Thank you for the college talk, Alpha,” Brent said. “I know she wants her degree done before we can start a family, and if we wait too long, Vicki will be too old for them to really bond.”

“From what Sharkbait said about the noises and banging up there, you might be starting a family already,” I teased. “It’s tough to put a condom on in wolf form, isn’t it.”

His face flushed. “I wouldn’t mind if she got pregnant right away, but Liv would be mortified if she got pregnant before getting married again. I don’t want her disappointing her family again.”

“That’s why you ‘technically’ have a guest room in the basement,” I said. “Maybe you guys can keep it down, and Sharkbait will stay in her own bed tonight.” I didn’t mind a pup crawling in bed for comfort, but I didn’t want to make a habit of it. I had a mate to take care of, and I didn’t need anyone else in my bed for that.

Susan left for home with the kids, and we watched the news and a documentary on coral reefs before it was time for Sharkbait to go to bed. “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. This work thing is exhausting,” I said.

“I’ll be in soon,” she said. I drove into my room, grabbing a pair of shorts. I tossed it on the vanity as I parked by the shower. I pulled off my clothes, the loose athletic pants and boxers going over the boot I was wearing on my left ankle. I left the sling on the counter, then started the uncomfortable process of taking my shirt off.

“Let me,” her voice said as she came up behind me. My eyes got wide as I realized she was already nude. She guided the shirt off, then helped me move into the shower and sit on the seat. She had the water on and the shower wand in her hand before my brain caught up with me. “You aren’t in as bad a shape as I expected for a used model with lots of miles on the chassis. A few months with the treadmill and weights, and we’ll be able to see your abs,” she teased.

“Classic forms never goes out of style, love,” I said. I relaxed and tried unsuccessfully to keep my body from responding as she did my hair. Her fingers felt fantastic as they massaged my scalp. The tingles were setting my body on fire as if the scenery wasn’t enough. After that was done, she cleaned the rest of my body, saving the best for last. She finished it quickly, leaving me on edge as she turned around and did her own routine before she rinsed us both off.

We finished our bedtime routine, and she didn’t put my shorts back on before helping me back on the scooter.

She said I didn’t need them.

She was right. We were marked and mated before ten, making me the happiest wolf in the house.

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January 21st

“Relax, you look beautiful,” I said as I walked over to her in her wedding gown. She was a vision in white, the dress handed down from her mother. It was an off the shoulder design that showed off her mating bite. Brent was a lucky man.

“I can’t believe I’m getting married,” Olivia said as she took my arm.

“I can’t believe Kathryn and Aunt are here,” I replied. It was the first time her Mom had visited since they met in Red Wing, with her husband still stubbornly refusing to acknowledge Liv or Vicki. Her Aunt had been convinced and came down from Duluth with her husband to attend. The rest of the bride’s side was made up of friends from work or school, plus the Pack. Brent had a half-dozen family members here, along with the Winona Pack Alphas, Larry, and Donna.

Vicki had already gone down the short aisle in the basement meeting room at Wiederholt’s. When we asked the owner about having a reception there, Mike immediately offered the small space for the service as well. The rows of folding chairs out for the service would be replaced by tables for the reception. Later, the dance floor would open and a sound system would play the music they had selected. It meant no need to travel between sites, and privacy for the forty or so people who had gathered for the festivities.

Liv and Kathryn hadn’t needed much time to plan the wedding, wanting a simple affair for family. With her father refusing to pay for it, I stepped in as her Alpha and father figure. “If you weren’t in such a hurry to get married, we could host it by the pool in the spring,” I’d told her. “That’s common for Pack weddings.”

“There are humans involved in this one, and I don’t want to wait,” she replied. Keeping the guest list down and taking Mike up on his offer kept the cost under four thousand dollars. It was smart; better to save your money for a house while you live rent-free in the apartment than to spend big on a wedding and honeymoon.

Vicki was the flower girl and had already walked forward while spreading white rose petals along the aisle. Her dress was grey on top, fading to white in the skirt; she liked it because it looked like shark colors. Anita and Mike were next to leave the back room, walking down the aisle as Matron of Honor and Best Man. Her dress was a light grey silk top with a white and grey skirt, while the men were dressed in light grey tuxedoes with white shirts. Fist-sized silk moonflowers, since the real ones wouldn’t keep, and white roses formed the corsages and bouquets. When they reached the front, the music changed to the wedding march, and that was our cue.

I wiped the tears from her eyes and handed her an extra Kleenex to hold in her hand with her flowers. “Keep your eyes on Brent, and try to enjoy this.”

We stepped out of the door, turning to the right before reaching the back of the aisle. Liv held my right arm instead of my left due to my injuries. My left arm was out of the sling but held onto a cane to help with balance since my left foot was still in a walking boot. Liv wiped her eyes in happiness as she took in her mate, waiting for her with Larry and the wedding party. We walked forward slowly, staying in step, as everyone stood and turned towards us. I stopped just short of Brent, lifting her veil and kissing her on the cheek. “I love you, Liv,” I said.

“Thank you, Unky Leo,” she said with a smile. She stepped up next to Brent as I turned to sit between the mother of the bride, Kathryn, and my mate Adrienne. As soon as I sat down, Vicki got up and came over to sit in my lap. That was fine with me.

Larry’s marriage ceremony was short and non-religious. Werewolves don’t talk about Luna or the Moon among humans, but he did spend time talking about the ‘bonds of love’ and the importance of the commitment to each other. They wrote their own vows, surprising everyone when they called Vicki up to stand with them as they exchanged rings. “Liv, when I saw you, I knew that we would be together forever,” Brent said. “I love you to the moon and back. I promise to love, honor, and cherish you for the rest of our lives. I promise to be a father to Vicki as my own daughter. I promise we will raise her to be as strong, courageous, and independent as her mother is. I love you always, my wife.” He slid the band onto her hand, the silver ring with the black engraving, showing the wolves in the trees.

I’m an Alpha, a strong wolf, but I was pulling my handkerchief out at that. Olivia’s vows kept the waterworks going. “Brent, I’ve come to love you in a way I never expected or thought possible. You and Vicki are the best things that have ever happened to me. I promise to love, honor, and cherish you for the rest of our lives. I promise to respect your place in our family as my husband and Vicki’s father. I promise that all of our children will be raised with the honor, respect, and strength of character you have shown me. I will love you always, my husband.” She slid his band onto his finger.

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“And the daughter,” Vicki said as she looked up at them kissing, while the audience applauded. Brent picked her up, and they each gave her a loud smack on the cheek before setting her down. The three went back up the aisle and into the back room, followed by the rest of the wedding party. They would sign the marriage certificate and take a few minutes to collect themselves while we changed the place around.

“Everyone, stand up and fold up the chairs against the walls,” I said. With that done, it only took Mike’s staff a few minutes to bring the tables in and set them up. A long table across the dance floor was set up for the wedding party, while round tables filled the rest of the room. Tablecloths, centerpieces, silverware, and candles were in place and everyone was seated again within ten minutes.

I sent a mental push to them that we were ready, and a minute later, the door opened. The newlyweds, Vicki, Mike, Anita, Larry, and Debbie took their seats at the head table. Almost immediately, the forks were tapping the water glasses until the couple kissed. It was Tuesday, of course, and the Prime Ribs were coming out to the tables quickly.

I’d tried to convince Liv that “something old” could mean Prime Rib Night, but she used the wedding dress for that instead.

The dinner was a lot of fun, and when the time came for toasts, I stood up with my glass. “I’ve known Olivia for years; every Tuesday, at the same table upstairs, she was my waitress, my friend, and my confidant. She never gave less than her best, and always had a smile on her face. She’s worked hard to raise her daughter, and she found a great husband in Brent. The two of them are perfect for each other, and I couldn’t be happier to be here to watch them join together. To Mr. and Mrs. Brent Lawrence, may your marriage be blessed with joy, health, and children.” I raised my glass as everyone drank to them.

The rest of the evening was a blast, with the meal and cake finishing up, followed by the dancing. With the boot, I wasn’t going to cut a rug, but I did dance in place with Liv as her father before giving her over to Brent. A few others, including Vicki, risked being trampled by the boot for a short time before I gave up and sat down again.

The children started to go home with parents by nine. A dejected Vicki went home with Larry and Donna. They were staying in the guest room and told us to “have fun and come back late.”

Adrienne and I didn’t last much past ten. We said our goodbyes and drove home, holding hands the whole way. “That was fun,” I said.