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?

question died in my throat as those large eyes, deep and wide and blue as any

my favorite features of hers. They were as sharp as a knife, and they spoke

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

was a risk to reach up and push her hair behind her ear, but well worth it to see

I wasn't going to be seeing the girl again anyway, so it shouldn't matter. But my inner wolf was

wondered whether, if Sasha were old enough to have a wolf, hers would be all preening

herself was all preening and smug

mirror, but this time, Ian did not meet my eyes. I could see his lips twitching, though, and it added to my foul

mail next to me. It was so big, it was being held in place by a length of twine. Such was the life

about infrastructure. I was tempted to slit the twine with a claw and start getting the pain over with, but the way the expensive sedan was

seat, closing my eyes. This new library project occupied the bulk of my time, thank the Moon Goddess, but there was no shirking my other duties. Sleep had become a luxury, and

here, sir," the graying

blinked, looking out

was a marvel of modern engineering, and, I thought proudly, a testament to my engineering skills. Sunlight glinted off of tan brick

was home, and I felt a great weight slide off my chest

gotten out of the driver's seat and come around

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

“I

my head, stomping across the cobblestone to the front door. But inwardly, I

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

a serum synthesized from the blood of the White Queens, vampires no longer needed to

at me,

I grunted, finally elongating a claw

counter, carrying with it all manner

and

he was leaning over my shoulder, taking in the voluminous stack. “You got all this in two

and glared at him.

Brady grinned unrepentantly. “Nope."

not." It was Brady's second favorite hobby, scaring the crap out of me with

His first....

girl waiting for you in your bedroom?" I

now," was his annoying

I had to open my

as well as many from ordinary shop owners and citizens about plumbing, electricity, water quality, and the like. City water was purified and just fine. Outside the city, however, it was still a bit hit-and-miss as

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

had even come with a photo of the small, aging black terrier, as though that would help persuade the Royal Engineers to demolish the

on to the next pile,

moving on from boring complaints, but I followed Brady's movements as he snatched a general report to the royal staff out of the middle of the

sobered, looking

again, rogue Lycaons who believed any breach of

ours, but as the borders of the kingdom