by Becca Van
“How do you know she’s lying?” Chevy asked.
“She keeps looking away and shifting nervously,” Rylan explained.
“That could be because we’re strangers to her.” Chevy narrowed his eyes at Rylan.
“Use your wolf senses, Chevy. You can smell the anxiety coming off of her.” Tarkyn took a sip of his coffee.
“I was trying to keep my wolf at bay. It’s pushing at me to claim our mate. If I don’t keep a tight rein on my beast, I’m afraid Alyson will notice we’re different.”
“Fuck!” Tarkyn shot an agitated look to Alyson. “How the hell are we going to keep her here with us?”
“We aren’t,” Rylan replied. “It’s way too soon. We need to get to know her better first. She’s so nervous and anxious right now that if we push too hard, she won’t come back.”
“I think we should place more orders,” Tarkyn suggested. “We’ll have to run it by the Alphas, but if we schedule in smaller regular orders instead of one big one, we can see her every day.”
“You are a sneaky bastard, Tarkyn.” Rylan smiled. “I like the way your mind works. If Alyson has to come here every day, then she will definitely get to know us and hopefully become more comfortable with us.”
“I don’t think our Alphas will have a problem with us changing the order schedule.” Chevy looked over at Alyson. “The amounts delivered won’t change, just the regularity.”
“So, how long have you all worked here?” Alyson asked, looking at them with a frown as if trying to work out why they had been so quiet.
“We’ve been here nearly twelve months.” Tarkyn shifted on his stool. “We took over the running of the club when our cousins Justin, Roan, and Chet found—were promoted.”
“You grew up in Aztec?”
“Yes.” Rylan placed his empty coffee mug on the bar. “Our whole family lives in this town. Since we all do business together and we’re close relations, we all share a large house not far out of town. We each have our own suite of rooms though, which gives us privacy when we need it. But we like to hang out with our brothers and cousins.”
“Must be nice,” Alyson muttered under her breath and looked down at the bar.
She frowned, and a wistful expression crossed her face. Chevy opened his mouth, but Rylan shook his head slightly, stopping his brother before he could ask her about her family.
“Thanks for the coffee, but I need to get moving.” Alyson edged off the stool, careful not to touch Chevy or Tarkyn, and headed around the end of the bar toward the inside stairs. “Do you want me to close the outside door?”
Rylan had already stepped out from behind the bar to follow her, but as she asked her question she stopped and turned, slamming right into him. She drew in a deep, shaky breath, her cheeks flushed once more, and she quickly stepped back from him. Rylan moved lightning fast and grabbed her hips just as her back foot met air. A slight squeak left her mouth, and then he pulled her up against his body, safely away from the stairs. She leaned her head on his chest and panted for air, rolling her forehead over his pectoral muscle. Her body stiffened, and she stepped sideways.
“Thanks for stopping me from falling. See ya.” Alyson spun around and jogged down the stairs.
Rylan didn’t follow her this time but watched her from the top. She rushed over to her dolly and then hurried up the ramp, pulling it behind her and muttering to herself the whole way. The outside doors slammed closed, and then she was gone.
“Fuck, she’s a skittish little thing.” Chevy stood up and adjusted his dick in his pants.
“Yeah, she is,” Tarkyn agreed, “but she smells so damn sweet. I’m so hard I think my balls have turned blue.”
Rylan unclipped his cell and dialed. “Hi, Jonah, I was wondering if you would be averse to us making a few changes to the delivery schedule for the club.”
“What do you have in mind?” Jonah Friess, one of his Alphas, asked, and Rylan was glad his brothers had enhanced hearing so he wouldn’t have to repeat the conversation. They had their heads tilted to the side slightly as they listened intently.
“We just met our mate. Her name is Alyson, and she made the delivery to the club,” Rylan began to explain.
Jonah laughed. “Congratulations, cousins. It’s about damn time, and you can do what you like with the delivery orders. I may be your Alpha, but we are family. You do whatever you have to and get to know your mate.”
“Thanks, Jonah.” Rylan disconnected the call. “Tarkyn, get on the computer and change our orders.”
Tarkyn smiled and took off for the office at a near sprint. Rylan sighed, but inside he was just as eager as his impatient younger brother to see Alyson again.
Chapter Two
What the hell just happened? Alyson sat in the driver’s seat of the small delivery truck and sighed. Why was I attracted to three men? God! What is wrong with me? She groaned and leaned over until her head touched the steering wheel. Taking a deep breath, she turned on the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot.
When she had sat on that barstool sipping her coffee, it had felt like those three men could see into her soul. She’d never felt such an instant connection to anyone before. It was damned disconcerting. She shivered and moisture leaked onto her panties at the remembered heat of each Friess brother’s touch.
Damn it, Alyson, get your head out of the clouds. You are already in a world of trouble, and you don’t need a relationship to complicate matters further.
Alyson concentrated on her driving as she thought over her reaction to Rylan, Tarkyn, and Chevy. She’d never been interested in a man before, let alone three men. Her previous line of work had made her wary in regards to the opposite sex. Of course she’d mucked around a bit in college, but she’d never gone the whole nine yards. Men were jerks and couldn’t be trusted. God knew she’d seen that time and again after graduating.
Chevy, Tarkyn, and Rylan might have caught her eye, but their questions had unnerved her. Six months working her way across Arizona and into New Mexico had taught her to hide her secrets well, but it was as if they knew when she was fibbing. I should keep running. The handsome club owners weren’t the first enticement for her to stay in this area. For some reason she’d stopped running when she’d reached Bloomfield. It wasn’t just that moving from town to town was as hard on her nerves as it was on her body. Something about the quiet town had called to her. So five months ago she had leased a fully furnished bungalow attached to the back of an elderly couple’s house and worked at odd jobs until this one came up. She had only been working for Jerry for two weeks, and even though she was still getting to know the cantankerous older man, she liked him, a lot. He was like the father figure she’d never had.
Jerry was gruff but fair, and if he didn’t like something, he wasn’t shy about letting you know. Alyson liked to know where she stood. The thought of trying to read between lines just irritated and frustrated her. If she’d done something wrong, she wanted to know about it so she could change or fix whatever her transgression was.
Alyson tugged on the steering wheel slightly when the front wheel touched the edge of the gravel. She sighed and pushed all those disconcerting thoughts aside and concentrated on her driving. Jerry would blow a gasket if she got in an accident.
Twelve minutes later she was pulling the truck into the large warehouse. After turning off the ignition, she hopped out of the driver’s seat.
“Alyson,” Jerry called from his office door, “come into my office.”
Oh shit! Have I done something wrong? Jerry was scowling as usual, but there seemed to be an underlying tension around his mouth. Did I take too long making the delivery? Did the Friess brothers complain about me? Maybe I should have been more persistent when Tarkyn took the hand truck from me.
Alyson hurried across the blue-painted concrete floor and into Jerry’s office.
“Take a seat.” He waved his hand toward the chair across from his desk. “The Aztec Club has changed their delivery schedule.”
Is he studying me more intently than normal? Alyson tried to keep her face blank and her body still. It took more effort than she would have thought when the sexy image of the Friess brothers flashed through her mind.
“Okay,” Alyson said, and even though she wanted to ask questions, she decided silence would be more prudent. If the Friess brothers had something against her, she wasn’t about to open her mouth to help get herself in trouble. She needed this job to put food on the table and keep a roof over her head. Her last job hadn’t paid much, and she was always living from paycheck to paycheck. Maybe one day she would have enough money to start her own business and work for herself, but she couldn’t see that happening in the near future.
“You are to make smaller deliveries daily and a larger one on Saturday afternoon,” Jerry said.
“But…” She hesitated.
“Go on and say it,” Jerry said gruffly.
“That doesn’t make sense. Why would they want smaller deliveries done every day when it would be cheaper to have one larger one done every week? They’ll be paying extra for the man hours and fuel.”
Jerry studied her, and then she saw a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. She watched with fascination as a smile slowly spread across his mouth and he tipped his head back and let rip with a deep belly laugh. Alyson had no idea what was so funny but smiled anyway. She’d never seen Jerry smile or laugh. His humor seemed to lighten his whole gruff exterior. Finally with a last chuckle he looked at her and grinned as her smile turned to a frown.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. If the customer wants their deliveries done every day and is willing to pay for it, why question it? The customer is always right. Your last delivery every day will be to the Aztec Club. By the time you finish up, the warehouse will be closed, so you may as well take the truck home with you.”
“You realize that I will have to park it out on the street, don’t you? I don’t have a garage or driveway I can secure your truck in.”
“You live in Bloomfield, sweetheart, not New York. The truck will be fine.” Jerry smiled again.
Alyson eyed him and wondered what was going on. Jerry was up to something. She just hadn’t figured out what yet.
“Since it’s only twenty minutes until knock-off time and there are no more deliveries today, why don’t you go on home?”
“Don’t you want me to wash the truck first?” Alyson frowned at her boss. He was a stickler about using any free time in the afternoon to keep the company vehicles clean. He sure was acting strange.
“No. Take the time while you can. I have a feeling you aren’t going to get any more free time. By the way, you’re no longer on probation. You do good work, kid.”
“Thanks, Jerry.” Alyson rose to her feet and gave Jerry one last look, but he didn’t seem to intend to explain. She headed for the door. “See you tomorrow.”
* * * *
Chevy answered the phone in the office, kicking the door shut to muffle the music and voices from the front of the club.
“Aztec Club, Chevy speaking.”
“Chevy, Jerry here.”
Chevy grinned even though the man on the other end of the line couldn’t see him. The old wolf had called back just like he’d promised. Chevy asked at once, “What did she say?”
“She’s pretty confused over the change to the delivery schedule. She didn’t argue, but that’s not to say she won’t figure out something’s up. She’s not stupid, you know.”
“I never thought she was, Jerry.” Chevy sat down on the edge of the desk. “What do you mean ‘confused’? She wasn’t annoyed, right?”
Jerry sighed. “If she’s really your mate, pup, you have bigger problems than whether or not she minds driving out to Aztec every afternoon.”
Jerry was a lone werewolf but had been under the Friess Pack’s protection for years. Jonah, Mikhail, and Brock’s father hadn’t wanted a lone wolf in his territory, and when he had tried to get Jerry to join his pack, the man had adamantly refused. But Jerry and Jonah’s father had become great friends and had often socialized together before Jonah’s dad had handed the Alpha role of the pack over to his three sons. Jerry had become an honorary Friess Pack member from then on.
That meant that Jerry was no stranger to the idea of mating. Better still, he could fill Chevy and his brothers in on their mate.
“So, what can you tell us about Alyson Redding?”
“Not much. She’s only been working for me for two weeks, although she has been in town for around five months. She’s a feisty, confident woman and a very hard worker. She never gives me any trouble.”
“Where is she from?”
“Now, that I don’t know. I never asked her.”
“Did you ask for any references when she applied for a job?”
“What for?” Jerry asked abruptly. “Someone with half a brain could do the work.”
“What is she scared of?”
“Ah, so you picked that up, too. I have no idea, pup, and didn’t think it was my place to question her. You and your brothers are going to have your work cut out for you. Underneath that pretty, sassy exterior is a heart of gold, but I also think she has a backbone of steel.”
“Okay, well, if you find out what she’s so frightened of, you let us know. It is our right to protect our mate.” He hated the idea of Alyson being in any danger, so much so that he wished she were back in the club right now. “And make sure that there are no hiccups with our late-afternoon deliveries.”
“Hey, don’t tell me how to run my business, pup. I was working long before you were a gleam in your father’s eye.”
“No disrespect intended, Jerry. I’m just eager to see and get to know our mate.”
“You be careful with her, Chevy. She’s a sweet girl and I don’t want to see her hurt.”
“We have no intention of hurting our mate,” Chevy replied in a growly voice.
“Oh, I know that, but I also know your brothers. Rylan can be such an arrogant bastard.”
“Hey, we’re wolves, what do you expect?”
Jerry chuckled. “Take care of my girl.”
Chevy disconnected the call and went in search of his brothers. They were serving patrons at the bar, and since there were humans about he decided to speak to them using their telepathic link. He told them about his conversation with Jerry and how Alyson’s boss was protective of her even though he didn’t know her that well.
“Did you ask him if he knew what she was frightened of?” Rylan asked.
“Yeah, he has no idea.” Chevy joined his brothers, pulling a beer for one of their patrons.
“We are going to have to get our mate to open up with us.” Tarkyn stood at the back of the bar, polishing glasses with a frown on his face. “We can’t protect her if we don’t know what we’re protecting her from.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, Tarkyn,” Chevy told him. He delivered the beer to their customer with a smile before continuing. “We have to take things slow with her. We need to give Alyson time to get to know us first.”
Tarkyn glanced up from his work long enough to give Chevy an annoyed look. “You think I don’t know that? Fuck! I just want to hold her and take her back to the den house with us. At least we know she’d be safe there.”
“You think she’s in danger?” Chevy asked.
“I’m not sure, but something isn’t right.”
“I don’t like that she’s so far away from us,” Rylan said as he made change and gave it to one of the humans at the bar. “But Jerry’s right that we have bigger problems than getting her to come see us.”
Tarkyn looked alert. “Like what?”
“Like our status in the pack. How is she going to feel that her mates aren’t even Betas?”
Chevy sighed aloud, realizing belatedly that the woman he was serving was giving him a funny look. He smiled tightly and turned away. There was no sense trying to tell Rylan that in time they would rise within the pack. They were younger than their cousins,
and Jonah and the other Alphas had respected that in promoting the Domain brothers first. If they kept their noses to the grindstone and served the pack well, they’d be treated the same way.
But Rylan was, in his way, just as impatient as Tarkyn, and he felt his lower status in the pack keenly.
“She’s human, Ry,” Tarkyn said. “She won’t even know what an Alpha is.”
Rylan lifted his eyes to the door. “Speaking of…”
Chevy glanced toward the door to see his Alphas and their mate come in. He nodded respectfully, rounded the end of the bar, and then followed them to the booth.
“What can I get you all to drink?” Chevy took their orders and was about to return to the bar when his queen stopped him by placing a hand on his arm. Jonah, Mikhail, and Brock growled low in their throats. Chevy hid his smile. He knew how protective they were of their woman, and now he understood why. He felt the same way about Alyson.
Michelle glared at her men but slowly withdrew her hand from his arm. “Chevy, is your mate here?”
“No, she lives in Bloomfield, but she will be here every afternoon from now on.”
“Just let me know if you need my help explaining everything to her, but make sure you get to know her first before you reveal who you are. Don’t do what these boneheads did and scare the crap out of her.”
“Thank you, my qu…Michelle. I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
Chevy filled his Alphas’ orders. “What did they say about Alyson?” Rylan asked.
“Nothing. Michelle wants to help.” The look Chevy gave his brother was pointed. “They’re not the enemy, Rylan.”
“I know that! They’re our Alphas, and they’re good men.” Rylan’s gaze drifted to the table. “Jonah seemed happy that we found her, but what if they don’t accept her once they meet her? I won’t choose between my mate and my pack.”
“You won’t have to,” Chevy assured him, but he took the drinks back to the Alphas’ table in a pensive frame of mind. He found himself studying Michelle as he took their orders for dinner. Michelle was the perfect mate to their leaders. When she had first arrived in Aztec she had seemed shy and introverted, but meeting the Alphas had brought out her true nature. She was a very caring woman, but she was also very strong minded, and she stood up to them like no one else could. Just what the pack and their leaders needed.