Furbitten Falls Alpha's: A Wolf Shifter Mpreg Romance Bundle

by Preston Walker

  “Slater’s right,” I said. “Go see Seph, tell him I said ‘hey’.”

  “I will, thanks guys, it was a lovely evening. And congratulations again.”

  Nyle rushed out of the room and into the night. I couldn’t believe Seph was back. That was certainly going to shake things up a bit for Nyle.

  Slater sat himself down on the sofa, Shyla still asleep in his arms. I leaned my head on Slater’s shoulder, unable to keep my eyes off her. She was beautiful. I was biased, but she really was beautiful. I sighed. This was what it was all about. I didn’t realize I’d been missing it until it was right there in front of my face, until I started living it. This was the life and I was so ridiculously lucky to live it.

  Book 4

  Pick Of The Litter

  Pick Of The Litter

  Liam Kingsley

  © 2019

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are all fictitious for the reader’s pleasure. Any similarities to real people, places, events, living or dead are all coincidental.

  This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for ADULTS ONLY (+18).

  1

  Graham

  A dream of him. Belly to back, his breath rough beneath me. My paws drag him close, changing to hands as the moonlight drifts away. I sink my teeth into his ruff, his whimper filling my ears with heat. I savor his skin as the fur fades, allow my human tongue to lick bare flesh. He moans and I plunge forward, ready for—

  “Are you sleeping on the job again, Graham?”

  I jerked awake, my hard desk no substitute for the fluffy fur of my mate. My glare was enough to send most people running, but Jenard was pack alpha and as easily frightened as a block of wood. He didn’t care that he’d interrupted my nap. He expected better of me.

  In truth, I should have expected better of myself. If you listed all the employees at Roll Over in terms of productivity, I’d be dead last. That couldn’t be acceptable when you were the CEO of the company.

  “I spent half the night crunching numbers,” I yawned. “Trying to make ends meet. It’s a pain, but it’s for the omegas.”

  “Speaking of,” Jenard said.

  He prowled across the room, all predatory and tough. It was a popular move that’d won him more omegas than I could count. He went through them like water, even back when he’d been married to his ex. Though it was rare that omegas left their alphas, I hadn’t really blamed Rich for getting out of their relationship.

  Rich wanted something permanent.

  Jenard wanted something fun.

  And me? What did I want?

  The image of a golden-furred omega wandered through my mind. I hadn’t seen him in so many years, but we’d managed to keep a cautious exchange of letters back and forth. An alpha like me would have never been allowed to enter the safety ward he was kept in. The world was a bleak place and far too scary for an innocent omega to be allowed out on his or her own.

  “Graham, you’re daydreaming.”

  “Sorry. Just, these numbers. You know how it is,” I said.

  The paperwork was nearly as high as my lamp, strewn everywhere. Bills, paychecks, and graphs from last week’s meeting all mixed into something I wanted to set on fire.

  “You shouldn’t be so worried over paperwork on a day like today,” Jenard grinned.

  He plunked down on his elbows in front of me, then cupped his chin in his hands. His eyes sparkled with delight. I had no idea what he was talking about. Had his favorite football team won? Did we have a new lone wolf in the office?

  “Happy Birthday,” he said.

  My heart sunk.

  I’d fallen asleep during my last day of freedom. My nerves hummed. I had a letter hidden in the bottom of my desk. I had meant to finish it the previous night, I just hadn’t gotten the chance. No, instead, I’d spent all night trying to make sense of our bookkeeping. Was it still all right to finish writing to an omega I’d never marry, never make cubs with?

  It wouldn’t be fair to get his hopes up. I’d never talk to Parker again.

  “You aren’t excited?” Jenard asked.

  “It’s a lot to think about,” I said.

  “Most alphas look forward to their 25th birthday. It’s the day you pick a mate,” Jenard chuckled. “Your first mate, anyhow. If you end up taking over the pack when I’m dead and gone, who knows how many you’ll have. A whole harem of gorgeous young omegas all willing to—”

  “Not meaning any disrespect,” I interrupted. “But I really don’t need to know what your omegas do for you in your spare time, boss. I’m more of a one-omega kinda guy.”

  “Ah, that’s what I thought when I married Rich way back when,” Jenard said. He slung his arm around my shoulders. He reeked of sex. “An alpha’s views change as he gets older.”

  My hackles rose. My inner wolf wrinkled his nose. Jenard was a good friend, the vice president of Roll Over, and I had to obey my alpha. That didn’t mean I wanted to sniff what he’d been doing last night. Couldn’t he have taken a shower before coming into work?

  Not that I had a lot of room to talk. I still wore the rumpled shirt I’d been wearing for two days prior.

  “And maybe it will,” I admitted. “But until then, I’ll wear myself out just trying to keep one omega safe, thank you.”

  “You don’t know what you’re missing,” Jenard said.

  “We have to be at the ceremony when?” I asked, absentmindedly. The paperwork on my desk was calling.

  “Six sharp. Which means that you and I are leaving here, together, as soon as work’s over. No midnight howling tonight, no looking for hot singles in your area,” Jenard answered.

  Then, he leaned over me and put a hand on my desk.

  “And no more letters to Parker Riggs.”

  My blood froze in my veins. How long had Jenard known? My lip curled, showing the bottoms of my teeth. I didn’t intend to challenge for control of the Sassagoula pack, but if he was meant to make a point of it, so could I.

  “I mean it. You know better. Cousin Graham? No one’s bought that for the past five years and I should have stopped it long before now. Alphas and omegas are kept in different places for a reason. He doesn’t understand the consequences of talking to you, and you don’t understand how dangerous it could be,” Jenard finished.

  “Then why let me do it for so long?” I snapped.

  “Because I thought we could stretch the rules for you. You’re my protégé, my second-in-command, and my friend. If flirting with an out-of-reach omega made you happy, why not let you do it?” Jenard said.

  He let go of me, turned, and left my office without another word. He didn’t bother to give me time to respond, either. Maybe he knew what I’d have said if he hung around long enough, then he’d have had no choice but to fight me. Well, it would be that or he’d have to kill me, but I didn’t think that was in the cards for either of us. In times long past, the Sassagoula pack alphas fought over stupid wounds to their pride.

  With the pack loosely spread across the southwest, issues like that came up less often. Since the harsh desert climate couldn’t support a big pack of wolves prowling across it, Jenard had approved secondary alphas to rule outside his range. It worked most of the time.

  When he retired, I’d be ruler of the Anthony, Texas area and alpha of the pack. However, I couldn’t imagine him giving in any time soon. I’d be his age before he considered baring his neck to me.

  Work…progressed. The clock’s hand spun around bit by bit. A friendly female beta came by and offered to help me work off some stress. Some of the new girls di
dn’t know I was gay, but they learned it quickly enough after suggestions like that. Pushy ones got thrown across my desk, pinned down, and snarled at.

  Some of them seemed to like that. I made sure they didn’t.

  The books still weren’t willing to balance, no matter what I did. A new company getting off the ground took more than a half-trained staff, apparently. Hadn’t I invested enough in Roll Over to start out with? I didn’t want to pour more money into a hole that wouldn’t close. I’d be lucky if my omega was a smart one. I could put him to work with the numbers, kick my feet up on my desk, and relax.

  “Still haven’t found a way to satisfy Quickbooks, boss?” chirped a female voice.

  I lifted my head and frowned at a blonde beta.

  “I’m working on it. Did you need something, Samantha?”

  “You have a letter. Smells like an omega,” she smirked.

  She ran the edge of the envelope under her nose and took a deep breath.

  “Mmm, definitely an omega. A pretty little male, all ripe and ready for you to put a baby in him,” Samantha teased.

  I rolled my eyes and stuck my hand out. “Give it.”

  “If I do, will you pat my head and give me a milkbone?”

  Was everyone out to take the piss out of me? I shoved my chair back, rose to a stand, and stomped over to her. She meekly offered the letter out for me to take. I snatched it from her hand and grumbled my way back to my desk.

  “I hope you get someone worth your while.”

  I looked back at her and frowned. She shrugged. I dismissed her with a flap of my hand as I collapsed back into my office chair.

  The second she left, I held the letter to my nose and breathed him.

  Him.

  Yes, the letter had been through the hands of several alphas. It didn’t matter. Beneath it all was a scent that was all candy and kisses. It held a promise of something dark, secret, and feral. That wonderful aroma was a mystery I wanted to solve.

  I tore open the letter, starved for the content within.

  Graham,

  The perfect curl he put on his commas, still there after so many years away from a school. I sighed, heartsick.

  I hope you get this before your birthday. Things don’t look so different this side of 25. Welcome to it.

  I haven’t heard from you in the past month. Have the Prowlers won the pennant yet? Is Jenard still glued to the television? Please write me soon. You’re the only connection I have to what’s going on out there. If you can send me another candy bar, I’ll pay you back when I get out. It’s only a matter of time now.

  Parker

  I read the letter nine times before I crumpled it and dropped it beside the one I hadn’t quite finished. It was bad for omegas to have chocolate. It could hurt their fertility or even drive their blood pressure up, making it difficult for them to conceive.

  It didn’t matter. I’d sent Parker one of his favorite Hershey bars every few weeks since he’d been taken away.

  That had been over a decade ago.

  Who was he going to get his chocolate fix from once I’d been mated? My fingers drummed against the front of the drawer. He wouldn’t. Another alpha would find him, mate him, and make sure he was taken care of. No, he’d have to abstain from sweets, but there were worse things in the world.

  Deep down, I didn’t believe that. I hated the idea of my best friend stuck with an alpha that wouldn’t let him see the light of day. There were so many of those out there that, chances were, he’d end up in one of their houses. From what I gathered, Talewah Omega Preserve was no walk in the park, but it had to be better than a collar and a very short chain.

  He wouldn’t be part of my selection pool. Grade 1’s like Parker were out of reach for an alpha like me. They were reserved for pack alphas, like Jenard.

  Red split my vision. The idea of someone like Jenard pitching Parker to the floor, depriving him of candy, keeping him barefoot and pregnant—

  I pried my claws from the front of my desk with a crack of wood veneer.

  Speaking of which.

  “Hey, big guy! You ready to go find out who you’re going to be smooching for the rest of your life? You big monogamous mutt,” Jenard beamed from the doorway.

  It took all of my self-control to return his smile, instead of throwing my desk at his head. This was how things worked. Roll Over, my own company, supported the way we lived our life. We kept omegas where they belonged.

  Beneath us.

  “Let me grab my coat,” I answered.

  And then Jenard and I left to face my destiny.

  2

  Parker

  The siren rang out across the yard. I frowned up at it, confused. We weren’t supposed to have a drill for at least another week, and I was pretty sure that my scratched calendar upon my wall was correct.

  That’s when they came for me. A pair of alphas, huge and practically drooling, stomped across the basketball court as I stood there, holding a battered ball between my hands. In their fur, they towered over me. The other omegas couldn’t get away from me fast enough. If they could use me as a meat shield, they would.

  Hadn’t I done the same to other omegas?

  “Parker Riggs?” the darker furred of the two growled.

  “’Far as I know,” I said.

  He moved faster than I could follow. A paw cuffed me, sending me to the ground. I landed in a heap and cringed. I didn’t know those alphas, but I’d taken plenty of beatings since my arrival at Talewah. Protect the head and the soft part of your belly, and most of the time you’ll come out all right in a fight.

  Except these alphas didn’t want to beat me up. No, that slap was just for my smart mouth. The lighter of the two scooped down and grabbed me as if I weighed nothing. He threw me over his shoulder and walked away. I dropped my ball and sighed. Playtime was over. Whatever I’d done this time, I was in trouble. I already had two strikes against me this year. A third meant solitary confinement for a week.

  If Graham’s letter was late, or just a little bit lost, I wouldn’t be out in time to get it.

  The rumbling of a bus caught my attention. I turned my head to look over my shoulder and spotted a single vehicle idling outside the gate. A half-dozen omegas were already being crammed onto it, each tightly held in the grasp of an alpha twice their size. Were we being abducted? Sold for some kind of profit?

  No.

  Oh, no.

  A ceremony was taking place, and I’d been chosen as one of the wildly eligible bachelors. Thus far, I’d managed to hide when they’d come to gather omegas for other ceremonies during the year. This time, I hadn’t been quite so lucky.

  I’d be trotted across in front of whatever pack alpha, probably from a family I’d never heard of. He’d pick a name, never mine, and I’d be hauled back here to play schoolyard games. I’d pass the time reading innocent children’s books, eating healthy meals, and watching the scrub grass grow.

  While I didn’t want a mate, I didn’t want to return here, either. I was already 25, starting to get past that prime age that attracts an alpha to treat you decently. If I kept getting passed over, I’d end up 40 and bred like a cow, then culled by some pack alpha when I wasn’t fertile anymore.

  It was the fate every omega I knew was terrified of. My feet smacked the stairs of the bus as my alpha babysitter put me down. I tried to walk up the steps alone, only for him to wrap an arm around my waist and half-carry me up them. I tried not to growl.

  These alphas were taught that we omegas were too stupid, too weak, to take care of ourselves. That seemed to extend to simple things like “walking” and “eating an extra apple”. Together, we made our way onto the bus. He shackled my wrist to his, guided me to my seat, and I sighed. Despite the fact that I was heading to a ceremony, I was enthralled with the world outside Talewah.

  The red sandstone reflected the sun in a way it never did when I was penned in. It must have rained recently because the sand was soaked beneath the stone. A bit of litter was on th
e ground, a newspaper that stated something about an omega watch program called Roll Over. Who came up with an asinine name like that? Roll over, like we’re in some sort of submissive position.

  I’d lived behind twenty-foot walls for the past several years. Wasn’t that submission enough?

  “Listen up,” said a voice from the front of the bus.

  I lifted my head and scowled at the hulking alpha near the driver’s seat. He was old, scarred, ragged, and smelled like someone had left him in the ocean for a week. If I was being honest, he sounded like it, too.

  “You’re heading off to a ceremony,” he said as if speaking to children.

  “We know,” I answered. “It’s the only time you let us out of this god-forsaken territory.”

  “Shut up,” my seatmate growled, and elbowed me.

  I shut my mouth and rubbed my ribs. He hadn’t been trying to hurt me, but his size alone was too much for me to handle. We had wiffleball, not bench-pressing machines.

  “When you get there, you’ll stand in line and wait for the alpha to draw his pick. If you aren’t drawn, you’ll turn around and immediately leave. The alpha needs to bond with his new omega. It’s a special time for them,” droned the battered alpha.

  I mimicked him with my hand. Had my alpha been paying attention, I’d have taken another shot to the side. He wasn’t. I jabbered with my hand puppet as much as I could.

  “If you are chosen, remember what you owe him. Be kind. Be gentle. Learn to love him,” ordered the alpha.

  With that ridiculous order, he stepped off the bus and the door slammed closed. I held my breath as the air conditioning came on, swamping us with that wretched stench. Chatter broke out among my fellow omegas. I don’t know how they could ignore the smell, but they did.