Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 2 : Rejected

*Lucas*

A pothole almost unseated me as my chauffeur, Ian, navigated us back toward my mansion on a hill from our stop at the post office.

“Ian, a little slower, please?" I said with a wince, pretty sure that last one was going to bruise my ass.

Not that it would be the only bruise on my body. I reached up and touched my cheek once more.

Sasha f*****g Wentley.

She packed a lot more of a punch now than I remembered her having as a kid, but she was still as feisty as ever.

A smile tugged at my lips, but I quickly covered it with a cough as Ian peered at me in the rearview mirror.

Mirrors were going to be the death of me.

When I'd snagged her deep, navy eyes at Nostalgia, I could hardly believe I was seeing her again after all this time. Sure, she'd become curvier in some places, places I couldn't help but notice as I approached her and her friend at the bar. With a tight skirt and a push-up bodice that was completely strapless, showing off miles and miles of fair skin, it was impossible not to notice. I was a red-blooded Lycaon male, after all.

She iced me out immediately, which was disappointing, but I guess at my twenty-seven to her twenty, I'd had more time to get over the past–seven years, to be exact.

I really should have found a new direction, and a different tight-dressed target, when her eyes telegraphed “f**k off" at me in that mirror. But her lavender scent was too tempting, too intoxicating to be ignored.

A whiff or two would be fine, I'd decided. I'd even contented myself with ignoring her, as she'd wanted, and talking with her friend. I could still breathe her in.

Sasha thwarted my carefully laid plan when she stood to go to the ladies' room, however. I'd gotten a few lungfuls of that sweet lavender, but not nearly enough when she slid off her barstool and stomped away.

And then that asshole....

That asshole–he dared touch what was....

I didn't finish that sentence in my mind. I didn't want to suspect something that was truly unbelievable and very, very poorly timed.

But when that bastard laid his grimy hand on her, the puppy was gone and replaced by my wolf. And he was pissed off.

I was surprised the whole bar hadn't heard my growl, crowded or not.

Then he'd started pushing her back into the darkest corner of the hallway, no doubt to do some dark deeds, and I lost it. I lunged, grabbed, and smacked faster than the fat asshole could stop his beer gut from jiggling.

The way my wolf was howling with rage, he was lucky I hadn't shifted right then. An ache had started in my bones, my wolf trying to come out to rip the i***t's throat out. Luckily, I'd had my temperamental wolf long enough to know how and when to get him to back down.

Still, my wolf whined as I let the bastard walk away.

That left Sasha staring at me, and me staring at Sasha.

I hadn't expected hugs and kisses but… she slapped me. What the hell was that for?

died in my throat as those large eyes, deep and wide and blue as any ocean, bore into mine,

of hers. They were as sharp as a knife, and they spoke volumes

in front of her, daring me to respond in kind. But my wolf was a cub in the palm of her

to reach up and push her hair

lowered my hand with a sigh. I wasn't going to be seeing the girl again anyway, so it shouldn't matter. But my inner

Sasha were old enough to have a wolf,

Sasha herself was all preening and smug right

time, Ian did not meet my eyes. I could see his lips twitching, though, and

the pile of mail next to me. It was so big, it was being held

twine with a claw and start getting the pain over with, but the way the expensive sedan was jostling, I decided it would be better to open it at home instead of collecting

my eyes. This new library project occupied the bulk of my time, thank the Moon Goddess,

sir," the graying chauffeur

looking

large size was a marvel of modern engineering, and, I thought proudly, a testament to my engineering skills. Sunlight glinted off of tan brick and tall windows. Ivy was just

great weight slide

his throat, and I realized he'd already gotten out of the driver's seat and come around to

really are a pain in the ass, Ian," I grumbled,

“I

to

floor and a sweeping, curved staircase. I walked right past the staircase, past the wide

and best friend roommate, Brady, as he sat at the table eating cornflakes. Thanks to a serum synthesized from the blood of the White Queens, vampires no longer needed to drink blood. It still gave me a bit of a tickle to see him eating things like cornflakes, snack cakes,

me,

claw

spilled across the counter, carrying

and

table, and the next, he was leaning over my shoulder, taking in the voluminous stack. “You got all

at

Brady grinned unrepentantly. “Nope."

second favorite hobby, scaring the crap out of

His first....

some girl waiting for you in your

now," was his

I had to open my

than a few about the potholes, as well as many from ordinary shop owners and citizens about

I quote, 'Mr. Nibbles is having a hard time climbing the stairs in his old age'?" Brady asked, trying to hold back a

terrier, as though that would help persuade the Royal Engineers to demolish

Brady asked, moving on to the

I followed Brady's movements as he snatched a general report to the royal staff out of the middle of the second stack. The man's eyes were better than a

both sobered,

been spotted at the wild edge of civilization again, rogue Lycaons who believed any breach of

to respect the ancient borders, keeping them to their side and us to ours, but as the borders of the kingdom expanded, we'd begun bumping heads with