Alpha Ever After

by Casey Morgan

  Oh, well, when in Rome, I thought. I unlocked the door to the Honeymoon Suite.

  The interior was pretty breathtaking. There was a large, four poster bed with a brass headboard that was just beautiful.

  The room was full of antiques that had been polished and kept in perfect condition for decades. In the corner was an old-style writing desk, with the rolling wooden shutter that went over the whole thing.

  Next to that was an old-time dressing area and vanity with old bottles of perfume on a silver tray. Even the curtains and windows were done in a style from a bygone era. It was charming, authentic — if a bit drafty.

  “Well, Derek,” I said, putting my bag down. “You got your wish.”

  All of this was Derek’s idea for the honeymoon. I wanted to go to a beach. White sand, margaritas in a pool, tropical breezes — He wanted to visit my relatives in Ireland in the most miserable, cold, rainy weather.

  No offense, but that wasn’t the kind of weather that turned me on. And what else was I supposed to do on my honeymoon? It wasn’t playing Canasta!

  I sat on the bed. It was soft, yet firm. I imagined it would’ve been fun having sex on it. That thought brought my whole mood down.

  I could not believe I was single again. It was like I had wasted all that time that I had been with Derek.

  Every minute, every second with him was a lie, as far as I was concerned. What kind of man cheats on you with your younger sister when you’re engaged?

  But was Derek the problem, or was it Nora? Nora, my younger sister, whom my parents held in such high esteem. They were blind to her shenanigans. Even after she stole Derek from me and ran away with him, somehow they still couldn’t bring themselves to blame her.

  Nora never suffered the consequences of her actions and was never — ever — held accountable. What a betrayal. What a bitch.

  I laughed a little, remembering the little sprite I had met on the road. He was a kind man. Maybe people were just nicer here in Ireland. Even if they did call things as they saw them when necessary.

  Brody and Ryan were nice. They were brothers. For all their joking and name calling of each other, they genuinely seemed to have a good bond, not like my sister and me. Guess it was different for brothers. Or was it?

  They seemed close. I wondered if they were close enough to share the same woman? I would totally bang the both of them.

  I shocked myself again by thinking that. But then I figured, Why not?

  They were handsome as hell and there was obviously some mutual attraction. That would sure show Derek and Nora! I should totally get laid while I was on my one-woman honeymoon, right?

  “Whoa,” I said aloud, pumping the brakes and bringing myself back to reality.

  It really wasn’t like me to be having thoughts like this. Guess I was all keyed up from thinking about Derek and Nora. They always had a way of making me so mad!

  But jeez, Shanna, what are you thinking? How would having sex with two strangers be enacting revenge against your sister?

  I must be horny or something. I have to try and settle down and relax. Maybe my libido is all out of whack because I’m in the Honeymoon Suite.

  I shook my head and started to explore my room.

  I found the bathroom, which, luckily, had a lock on it for privacy. Of course, it also had one of those old-fashioned basin tubs with the little feet on them. After taking a nice hot bubble bath and making myself look like something that didn’t just climb out of the swamp, I unpacked my bag.

  The room had plenty of drawer and closet space. For a second, I wondered why, and then I remembered that it was normally holding the items of two people.

  This thought made me become mildly depressed again. Derek talks me into this stupid honeymoon and he’s not even here!

  I didn’t even care about canceling the wedding. Most women get excited just thinking about their wedding day. The thought of being in front of a bunch of people, having to remember a bunch of words to say, had made me anxious and I was happy to cancel it. But to me the marriage had been what I had wanted, not the wedding itself.

  Dammit, what the hell is wrong with you?

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked aloud, sitting down on the bed and balling up my fists. “And my parents? What the hell is wrong with them? ‘Ease up on Nora! Ease up on Nora! She didn’t choose to fall in love with your fiancé! ‘How would you feel, Mom? How would you feel?’”

  Tears started running down my face. For the second time today. And there was no kind sprite to make me feel better this time around.

  Okay, I had to stop this. I was ranting to myself. I had done it in my head, in the car — which is probably why I didn’t see the sheep. I had done it while changing the tire in the rain.

  It was just unhealthy, going over these negative emotions again and again. What I would say to her and him, what they would say back, my awesome responses, their lame excuses — it was all in my head.

  I knew I wasn’t going to get “revenge” — I was probably never going to see or talk to either one of them again. I had to just move on with my life. I had to stop thinking about it. There had to be something better to think about.

  I took a deep breath. I was still holding the last sweater from my mostly unpacked bag in my hand. I was just about to put it away in a drawer when I started ranting.

  I knew that staying alone in this room that was supposed to be for two was going to get me ranting again. I had to go where there were people. Talking to people would help me work through it. New people, new friends, would make me forget.

  Those two sexy brothers would make me forget – that was for sure. I’d go talk to them! They had to be in the pub downstairs.

  I checked my outfit in an antique mirror; basic blue jeans and a black sweater. I fluffed my curls and headed out of the suite.

  “Hey, are you okay, dear?” asked a woman standing near my door when I stepped out into the hall.

  “Oh,” I said, a little startled. “Who are you?”

  “I’m Allison Davies,” she said.

  Allison was a 50-something woman with graying hair and kind eyes. She had a larger build and looked like a wolf-shifter, with her orange eyes and wild hair.

  She was wearing a sweatshirt featuring a picture of little people who I assumed were her grandkids. It was a pack of about fourteen kids.

  “Shanna McDonnell,” I said, shaking her rough hand. “Sorry. I’m fine.”

  “I heard shouting.” She pointed at one of her ears. Wolves had excellent hearing and could usually hear through walls. “Was there someone you were mad at?” she asked.

  “Just myself,” I explained, a little embarrassed, feeling my cheeks turn pink. “This was supposed to be my honeymoon. It, uh, didn’t work out.”

  Allison frowned at me in a grandmotherly way.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, patting me gently on the shoulder. “Well, don’t worry, dear. You’re so young! Someone as pretty as you will have the boys lining up in no time!”

  She reached up and pinched my cheek.

  “Thanks,” I smiled. “Are you here by yourself or…?”

  I stepped back a little, not used to being so close to a Were.

  “No, I’m with my husband on vacation,” she explained. “He can afford to retire, but doesn’t, so this is his compromise. We travel half way around the world so that he can work in the business center of every hotel in Europe.”

  I thought about the werewolf I saw working on the laptop downstairs in the pub. That must have been Allison’s husband. Maybe she meant that the pub was his “business center”. Or maybe she didn’t know that was where he was.

  “Is that a good thing?” I asked her, unsure.

  “It’s not bad,” she shrugged. “At least we’re out of the house and able to roam. You going down to dinner now?”

  “Is there a dinner? I just got here about an hour ago,” I explained.

  “Oh, yes,” she said, her tone becoming more excited. “This i
s part of the fun for me. Going to these quaint little places and trying the local food! It’s usually quite delicious.”

  “Yeah, then, I guess I will,” I said.

  “I’ll see you down there,” she smiled. “I have to go and see if I can get Herbert off the Wifi for a few minutes.”

  Another nice creature. I couldn’t believe how many of them were here in this town. It felt like just what I needed. I began to cheer up and feel glad that I had come, after all.

  I went downstairs and walked through more of the house. There were old paintings hanging on the walls, with frames and enough antiques to fill two shops. I wondered if there were old ghosts roaming these halls.

  There was a real sense of history here and I was about to be in the middle of it.

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  Something about him is out of this world.

  My parents have always sheltered me.

  They never let me date.

  So needless to say, I'm a virgin.

  On one rebellious night, I meet Stellan.

  He's strong, charming and super hot.

  And he wants to claim me for my very first time.

  Soon, though, I realize that things aren't all what they seem.

  Maybe Stellan isn't just a man.

  Is he hiding something from me?

  And will being with him reveal things I never knew about myself?

  Hot Alpha Nights is a box set of paranormal romance containing the following books featuring hot alpha wolf shifters and the curvy, feisty women they fall for: The Spell of Three: Luck's Hollow Urban Fantasy Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance, Alpha's Birthday Virgin: A Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance, and Sold To The Wolves: Paranormal Ménage Romance.

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  I write super steamy shifter paranormal romance and urban fantasy reverse harem romance. My goal is to fulfill all your fantasies at once!

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