The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

I pulled out the clothes, my iPad, and notebook, putting them in the bag Tony held. I then grabbed Natalie’s laptop and cords, along with her clothes. I locked everything up. “That’s it,” I said. “Do you think someone could run my motorcycle back to my condo with Natalie? She’ll want to pack a suitcase, and Doc said I need to stay close for a few days.”

“If you don’t mind me riding yours, I could follow her back then ride back with her,” Tony said. “Come on, Snake should be starting to serve soon. It’s not going to be too crowded after the late night.” He led me back in, locking the gate behind him, and back through the front doors. “Come on,” he said as he led me to the back. “You probably don’t want to do stairs again.” He punched the button for the freight elevator, and we rode upstairs. I put the stuff in our room, quietly as Natalie was still sleeping, taking out only my iPad before going back downstairs.

Snake was coming out of the kitchen as we got off the elevator, Mia right behind him. “Good morning Tony, Mackenzie. You’re the only ones here, we’re doing banana nut pancakes, bacon and hash browns for breakfast, or I can whip up an omelet.”

“That sounds wonderful,” I said. “Thank you.” It was, and since no one else was around, Snake and Mouse joined us to eat. They were a happy couple, and I was shocked to hear they’d only been together a few days. “You’re going to have a tough time holding up the image of your daughter being dead if you keep smiling like that,” I told him.

“The Club knows the truth, we’re officially in mourning so nobody from outside the Club is allowed in. We’ll give it a few days, have a funeral service, and move on. Eventually, her appearance changed and a new identity, she can be out in public again.”

“How are you pulling off her fake death?”

“We have a friend at the County Coroner’s office, he will give us a fake death certificate and sign the autopsy report Meghan provides him. Meanwhile, our computer guy will move her to a new identity.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“You have all those resources?”

Snake nodded. “We can, not that we’ve needed it much. We’re a law-abiding, family club. Nothing to see here.”

I snorted. “So, who do you need to hide her for? Why go through the whole thing with hiding her from the former werewolves? They some biker gang or something?”

His face fell. “You heard that.” I nodded. “Well, there are some people out there who didn’t react well to Eve getting married. The shooter was one of them. He met her in Chicago last week, and must have decided that if he couldn’t have her, no one would.”

“A stalker?”

“Yeah, something like that. How’s Steven doing?”

“I haven’t seen him this morning,” I said as I finished my breakfast.

“Well, I can take that for you, I gotta get back into the kitchen and heat up the griddle again. I can hear the kids waking up, and they eat a lot.” I could imagine, Mia said that over twenty children plus a lot of the adults crashed here last night since it was so crazy outside. He and Mia stacked the plates and left, and Tony went back to setting up, so it was just me and my iPad. I didn’t trust their wifi, so I used my cellular connection and started searching.

I started with the news; the shooting and death of Deputy Nathaniel Donaldson led the news. There was a photo of Eve Hardigan with the picture, listed as the shooting victim. Details were slight, but the shooter had been identified as Dennis Thurber, a North Carolina businessman. His development company had recently been sold, the properties split among bickering shareholders. The connection to Minnesota and the eighteen-year-old victim was unknown.

I searched the Internet for motorcycle gangs, drug gangs, anything with the name Werewolves. I had to wade through a lot of fiction, since apparently there were a lot of fictional werewolves on Wattpad that formed motorcycle gangs. Whatever. If they looked and behaved like Gabriel, I’d take the wolf, as long as it didn’t shed in my bed.

Two hours later, I went upstairs to get my pills and wake Natalie up before breakfast closed down. I was even more confused than when I started. When Gabriel woke, I’d have some pointed questions for him, and if he wanted to see me again, he damn well better answer them truthfully.

Meghan’s POV

The vitals alarm woke me up. I moved Steven’s arm off my waist, so I could sneak out. I went to the bathroom quickly. I looked at the clock and saw it was 8:34.

Shit, I didn’t plan to leave him unchecked that long. I came back out, pulling on underwear, scrubs and tennis shoes, then put my stethoscope around my neck.

I opened the door and silenced the alarm. His IV bag was empty, so I stopped flow and changed it out. I gave him more sedative, planning to keep him under until this afternoon at the earliest. All this done, I recorded his stats and walked back to the room.

Steven was up, dressed and ready for breakfast. “We can just make breakfast if we hurry,” he said. “Snake is down there, otherwise it would be cold cereal.” Even I could hear the noise of all the kids and families eating downstairs. I kissed him good morning and took his hand as we went downstairs.

As we came into view, the Club quieted down and pretty soon knives were clinking on glasses. I blushed, burying my face in my husband’s chest. He put his hands on my face, kissing me deeply as they cheered. When he pulled back, I glared at them. “I’m a married woman now, the party was yesterday!”

“The party was interrupted, young lady,” Mom said. “You look radiant.”

“I look like I was working until four in the morning, which I was.” Room was made for us at their table, and we sat with Viper, Kelly, and my parents. “I just want to go to bed.”

“No kidding,” Steven said.

“To sleep.” They all just laughed as Snake came out and gave us out plates. “Hey, did you check the lotto ticket?”

“Forgot about it,” he said. He pulled up his phone, bringing up the numbers and comparing them to the ones on the ticket he’d bought yesterday. He dropped the fork he was using on the table as he looked back and forth between the two. “Holy shit,” he whispered.