Alpha’s Sun: An MC Werewolf Romance (Bad Boy Alphas Book 12)

Sunny

The long mournful howl of a wolf wakes me in the night.

The moon is full.

I hear coyotes all the time, but I’ve never heard a wolf before. I’m not sure how I even know it’s a wolf, but I do. Living in an RV, it often sounds like animals are close—just outside the thin walls. I usually love it, but tonight a shiver runs up my spine.

Even though it’s warm out, I pull the covers up to my chin.

I hear a stick crack beneath my window. The sound of panting.

Oh goddess, the wolf is right outside. A real wolf, not a spirit animal.

I sit up and pull the curtain aside to peer out. The moonlight clearly illuminates a giant black wolf with glowing amber eyes. He’s sniffing the ground around my RV.

My heart skips a beat.

Another wolf howls, farther away. The black wolf lifts its head and cocks its ears to listen. It stands still, waiting. Listening.

I hold my breath.

Another howl, this time closer.

The wolf bares its teeth and growls.

A silver wolf leaps from the thicket nearby and suddenly the two wolves are tangled in a snarling tumble.

I scream.

Nearby, the sound of growl-barks join the fray, like other wolves are closing in.

Another black wolf leaps from the woods and joins the tussle. Then two more.

I scream again; this time I get up and run outside. I don’t know what I think I’m going to do—scare them off, maybe. Stop the fight.

One of the black wolves turns its white fangs on me with a snarl.

The silver wolf leaps from the fight with a snarl, landing between me and the black wolf, his back to me. His hackles stand up, his fangs flash in the moonlight. The sound coming from his throat is terrifying.

And yet it appears he’s protecting me. Which makes no sense.

The four other wolves form a semi-circle facing us, growling, but then the biggest one sits, dropping its aggressive behavior.

It’s clearly the alpha, because the other three immediately imitate the largest wolf, sitting.

The silver wolf continues growling and showing teeth.

It backs up, getting closer to me so I have to back up, too. The other wolves watch.

I don’t know wolf behavior enough to understand what’s happening, but I’m definitely scared.

The silver wolf backs up more, until its hind legs hit mine. Then it turns slightly and body checks me. Like it’s trying to shoo me into the RV.

And that’s when an unexpected name bursts from my lips.

“Titus!”

I stare at the wolf. I don’t know what made me say it, but the energy is the same. This growling, fanged canine has the same gruff, protective quality Titus had when he dropped me off today.

But that makes no sense.

The big black wolf gets up and trots off like nothing just happened. It doesn’t even bother looking back, as if it knows there’s no chance the silver wolf will attack. The other three follow a moment later and I let out a shaky breath.

“Titus?” I whisper.

Am I going crazy? It’s one thing to see a spirit animal—something from beyond the veil. It’s another to believe an actual, real wolf is the same being as the man I was with earlier.

The wolf turns bright blue eyes on me.

My stomach flips.

It’s the same wolf from my vision.

Definitely.

“Titus?” I try again.

And suddenly there’s a blur of motion, a cracking of bones and the man stands before me.

Buck naked, cock erect.

Beautiful.

Raw power radiates from him.

Or is it magic? Because he’s certainly something of the magical realm if he can change form at will.

I stumble back, suddenly frightened. I throw out a hand to catch myself on the RV. “Wh-what are you?”

His eyes still shine bright blue, not the slate gray they should be. His teeth still gleam extra white, canines too long.

“Get inside.” His voice is raspy and rough, like he’s forgotten how to talk.

I’m trembling, although I can’t tell if it’s from fear or something else. Anticipation. Desire.

Probably all of those things.

“Y-you’re a wolf.”

“Yeah.” He advances on me, a predatory gleam in those blue eyes, and I’m forced to back up into the Airstream.

“Titus?”

It hits me suddenly.

Werewolves are real. He’s a werewolf and the moon is full, which means…

Oh goddess, what does it mean?

“What happens to you when the moon is full?” My voice sounds as raw and scratchy as his now.

He catches the hem of the thin cotton nightshirt I was sleeping in and tugs it over my head. “Let’s find out.”

I’m naked. He’s naked. The air charges between us, ready for the incendiary spark.

Most of my fear evaporates. If he’s going to eat me, I don’t think it will be in the Big Bad Wolf kind of way.

“Titus…”

His torso bumps into my chest as he crowds me against a wall. I don’t know what I want from him—an explanation, a discussion. But he’s not having it. He’s still half-beast, and his wild side wants to get frisky.

Okay, then. I’m down.

All it takes is one touch.

When I grip his arm with my good hand for stability, he pounces, mouth descending for a searing kiss, arms scooping under my ass to pick me up. He carries me to the bed and falls onto it with me beneath him. His breath is hot against my neck as he drags his open mouth from my ear to shoulder. His cock wedges between my legs, skimming along the wet petals of my sex.

One thrust and he’s in me—without either of us guiding the way. He pumps in and out, still kissing and sucking along my neck, my ear, my mouth. His tongue delves between my lips.

“Titus!” It seems to be the only thing I’m capable of gasping. I wrap my arms around his neck and rock my pelvis in concert with his, taking him deeper, receiving all the dangerous passion he brings.

Titus is always a rough lover. This time is no different, but there is a change. That underlying anger and frustration he usually brings is gone. He’s stripped bare now, it’s just his unchecked animal passion.

And he devours me.

Flesh slaps flesh, the RV rocks and creaks so loud I fear it will fall apart at the bolts. Everywhere he touches me brings searing awareness. He rises up to his knees and holds my hips, lifts and tilts me to the best angle and fucks hard.

I lose my breath. Even though my own need is off the charts, my body’s pliant and yielding, instinctively reacting to his extreme aggression. It must know asserting my own will, trying to direct the action could result in pain. I submit, surrender to the sensations, the pleasure, the rushing in my body to meet him. Receive him.

He snarls. I see the wolf again, just below the surface. Not the real wolf, but his wolf spirit. This time I don’t see it coming, His teeth sink into my shoulder the instant he comes.

It hurts but I hardly register the pain. It’s the opposite of an out-of-body experience. I’m so in my body I’m awash with sensation. There’s a rightness to the experience—like his teeth belong in my shoulder at the moment of orgasm. Like it’s some ritual I’ve secretly known my entire existence but it only bloomed into my consciousness right now.

I climax, my eyes rolling back, pussy clenching and releasing around his cock.

And then I drift off—surfing the edge of consciousness and awareness of so many dimensions.

Titus

The sharp tang of blood on my tongue brings me fully back.

Oh fuck.

What have I done?

“Baby?” I murmur softly, lapping at Sunny’s wound with my tongue to speed the healing.

Thank fuck—I don’t think I hit an artery. The blood loss is minimal and the wound doesn’t appear too deep.

But I just violated pack law. First, I let a human see me shift, then I marked her. Both acts are forbidden. And the oldest of laws would require me to kill any human who knows about our kind.

Which obviously isn’t going to happen.

But damn. I really screwed up. My alpha is going to have my head. I could lose my place in the pack—again.

Again, over a female.

But my self-flagellation has no place here right now. I need to take care of my female. She’s injured and probably scared and confused.

“Was that a love bite?” she mumbles.

“What?” A choked laugh tumbles from my lips. My crazy, brilliant female. She doesn’t even know what she knows.

“A love bite? Or am I going to turn into a werewolf now?”

I muffle a laugh, dropping my face into the crook of her neck and kissing along her hairline. “It doesn’t work that way. We’re a separate species. Not diseased.”

“I feel so stupid,” Sunny groans. “I kept seeing wolves and the whole time I thought they were spirit animals. Like the guys in motorcycle clubs share a similar spirit animal and that’s what drives them together.”

“Not stupid.” I kiss her some more. “Incredibly intuitive. You saw what we try to hide.”

She gasps and pushes me back so she can look at me. “Foxfire?”

I nod. “Half fox. It didn’t manifest until she met Tank.”

She covers her mouth with her hand. “Oh goddess! How could I not know this about my own child?”

“Not know?” Disbelief tinges my words. “You named her Foxfire. You definitely knew on some level. It just didn’t fit into this reality so you didn’t know how to categorize it.”

Her eyes brighten with a sheen of tears and I stroke my thumb over her cheek, kiss her forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, sunshine. It’s forbidden.”

She nods and gulps. “I see. Yes. I understand.” She blinks and I can practically see her mind whirring over everything that passed tonight. “And those other wolves tonight?”

My shoulders tense. “Shifters. I caught their scent earlier so I came back to sniff around in wolf form. There was a whole pack of them running around. My wolf went wild with the need to protect you.”

Her eyes soften and the corners of her mouth lift for a moment before they drop again. “Do you think they meant me harm?”

I roll to my side, pulling her soft body against mine. Spartacus springs to attention like he’s preparing for the Olympics. Down, boy. “No. I thought they did, but as soon as they saw I was protecting you, they backed off. And they definitely could’ve taken me. It was four to one and they had youth and alpha command on their side.”

“You don’t know them?”

I shake my head. “There hasn’t been a pack in these parts of New Mexico in twenty years. I know of one lone wolf in the area and I’ve been trying to scout him out. For whatever reason, the pack we just met is not public.”

“So, what—there’s like a public registry of packs or something?”

I can’t stop the chuckle that bubbles up. It seems to be a recurring event since I marked Sunny. Like my wolf can calm down and enjoy himself now.

Dumb fuck doesn’t even know we’re long past mating age and he just marked a human, not a wolf.

“No, but the community is small. Packs convene with others in their region and hold annual runs to promote breeding. If we didn’t, our species wouldn’t survive. There simply aren’t enough of us. So finding out there’s some off-the-radar pack up here is suspicious.”

Sunny touches the place I marked her and winces.

“I’m sorry for that. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Was it the full moon?” She blinks those wide, starry eyes at me.

I force a smile. “Yeah. A full moon thing.” It’s only a half lie. The full moon definitely contributed to me losing control of my wolf. I just don’t need to tell her what the bite meant.

But that’s stupid. If she mentions it to Foxfire, her daughter will be sure to explain. The mating bite embedded my scent into her skin. Permanently. She’s marked as mine, and once a female is marked, her mate will follow her to the ends of Earth to be near her. To protect and provide for her. Whether she wants him to or not.

And in Sunny’s case, I already know that’s a not.

Plus, she’s not a wolf, and I didn’t have permission from my alpha to mate a human. The best thing I can do is pretend it didn’t happen. Sunny would never want to be bound—she’s far too independent for that. And mating her is a violation of pack code.

So if Sunny finds out what it means, she and I can discuss it then. But I’m not going to bring it up sooner.

“Titus?”

“Yeah?” I brush her hair back from her face. Her skin glows pale in the moonlight shining through the window.

She’s like some kind of moon goddess. Lovely, delicate, ethereal. Not really of this world.

“Will you show me the wolf again? Please?”

I smile at the excitement in her voice. It’s impossible to deny her this.

Still, I have to explain the laws. “You’re not supposed to know, sunshine. It’s forbidden to shift in front of humans.”

“Please? Just one more time? He’s so beautiful. I want to see the magic in motion.”

I climb off the bed, shaking my head. “It’s not magic. Just a different biology.” I crack my neck and shift, dropping to all fours.

Her gasp does something to my pleasure centers. My wolf preens.

She sits up, her nudity glorious. My scent all over her, glorious. “Titus,” she breathes. I put my paws up on the bed and lay my chin on her thigh.

“Oh goddess, you’re beautiful.” She strokes my ears, rubs my scruff. “Incredible.”

I shift back and flop on the bed beside her. “Now you’ve seen. You must swear to never speak of it with another human.”

“I swear,” she breathes.

“Do you think you can refrain from letting on with the pack that you know? Even with Foxfire?”

“Oh!” She doesn’t like that. I’m sure she wants to call Foxfire up right away to discuss it. “Well, of course I don’t want you to get into trouble. I’ll wait until she reveals it to me herself, then. I won’t ever tell that I saw you shift. Pinky promise.” She wiggles her pinky.

I chuckle and nip her finger instead of linking mine with it. “How’s that broken arm of yours? I didn’t hurt you during sex, did I?”

“Nope.” She loops the casted arm around my neck and pulls me down onto her. My mouth mates with hers and I sink once more into pleasure.

Rafe

Interesting.

A lone wolf running in our territory.

Facing off with four of us to defend a human female. I lead the pack back to our camp at the base of Taos Mountain.

A herd of deer lying between the school bus and the tent camp scramble up and bolt away, their fawns following on spindly legs.

Crazy fucking deer. They shouldn’t be hanging around a wolf den. But Allison, the Snow White of misfit shifters, attracts every form of wildlife imaginable to our camp.

We shift in the mudroom, pulling on jeans and t-shirts before we step into a large but rustic cabin. At one time this was someone’s winter retreat. Nestled just beyond Arroyo Seco on the way up to the ski valley, it’s prime real estate. But we found it even more perfect to set up our operations here, and with our mercenary income, we could afford it.

“Who the hell was that?” my brother Lance voices the obvious question.

“Fuck if I know. Tourist, maybe,” I venture.

“What’s he doing with a human?” Deke spits. He’s half feral. Killing comes a little too easily for him. I’m always watching him in case he loses his shit and becomes dangerous.

“I don’t know, but I want you and Lance to keep an eye on him. I want to know why he’s here and when he’s leaving. Who the female is. Anything you can find out.”

“Want me to rough him up?” Deke offers hopefully.

I shake my head. “Nah. Stay in the shadows for now. We don’t want word getting out that we have a presence here. Especially with our current menagerie.”

“Roger that, boss.”