The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

“Of course, it doesn’t take much to impress a guy who has spent the last year on MRE’s and hospital food,” Donut teased. “I think you had to get a doctor’s permission to have pepper there.”

“Don’t remind me,” I said. “I’m still recovering.”

“Donut said you got a medical discharge,” Viper said, “but he wouldn’t say why.”

“Not a big secret, I was diagnosed with testicular cancer seven months ago. Lost my left nut, it’d swollen to the size of a baseball, and then I had a couple rounds of chemo before they pronounced me clear,” I told them.

“So you’re like Half-Sack in Sons of Anarchy?”

“Kind of, except I didn’t get it shot off and they gave me a replacement ball made of silicone.” The guys started to laugh. “Hey, I ordered it and got Doc to put it in, it wasn’t like the Navy was going to pay for it. I didn’t want to go through life unbalanced.”

Just then a young woman ran down the stairs, joining a group of eight or so guys who looked to be between thirty and sixty years old. She was no more than twenty, and was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Her shoulder length blond hair was in waves, her face was perfect, her eyes just drew you in. She was wearing a crop top, her pert boobs holding it away from her flat stomach, and a pair of jean shorts and Vans completed the look.

I was gobsmacked.

I only looked away when Donut elbowed me in the ribs. I glared at him, noting the others at the table were looking at me like I was eye-raping their daughter or something. The men walked to the door as the woman ran over and gave Snake a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Bye, Dad, we’ll be back home late,” she said before she ran off behind them.

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I watched the group leave, the guys she was with wore cuts from the Knights of the Moon MC. “Your daughter runs with another club,” I asked Snake.

“The Knights and us have been friends for a long time,” Viper said.

“And every one of them knows that I’ll kill them slowly if they lay a finger on my Eve,” Snake said as he stared at me. Point taken. That was Eve… wow. She was a senior then, maybe eighteen, and the whole club was protective of her.

“Well, I’m a little wiped out from the trip, I think I’ll turn in,” I said, hoping to defuse the mood.

“Come on, I’ll show you your room,” Donut said.

“Let me grab my stuff first.” We walked out, just as the nine riders fired up their bikes. Eve’s bike was an early 90’s vintage Sportster 1200 Deluxe, very close to stock but in mint condition. They took off, Eve in the center of the formation, and I was harder than I’d ever been in my life. It was a dangerous play, but I had to get to know this girl.

Gabriel’s POV

Netzach, one of my newest men, climbed into the cab of the ambulance and started it up while Meghan finished talking with the Alpha and Beta of the Targhee Pack in Idaho. We had come here after one of his men was severely injured, shot by a poacher while on patrol in wolf form. I got onto my Harley, my men getting on behind me, as we waited for her to give her final instructions. “If he shows signs of infection, give me a call, but he should make a full recovery,” she told them.

“Thank you so much for coming, Doctor Meghan,” he said as he shook her hand. “I owe you more than just the fee. You are always welcomed on our lands.”

“Thank you, Alpha.” She turned and went into the passenger seat of the old ambulance that Vivian had purchased almost eighteen years ago. When Vivian died, the ambulance was set to be sold until Meghan of all people came to Church at the Northwoods Riders and made a plea to keep it.

Flashback- Winter 1999

Viper’s POV

We were finishing up business when Meghan pushed her way in to the room, past a shocked Hammer who was guarding the door. Most of the meeting was dealing with how to deal with some of the things our four dead members had left behind. Snake wasn’t much help; he had withdrawn from the club in his grief, pouring himself alternately into the bottle and his baby. Kelly had moved him in to an extra bedroom in our house in order to be sure Eve was getting good care while he worked his shit out.

He didn’t even make it to Church tonight, Kelly said he was dead drunk on the back porch, having cleared a space in the foot of snow on the back deck. We’d just lose him sometimes, not knowing if it was his grief or his headaches that caused him to withdraw. His head injury had been serious, he nearly lost his life that night in Sheridan, and the effects might linger for years. He couldn’t even ride, the noise and vibration was too much. We were lucky if we could get him to come in and cook, his one escape from his self-imposed isolation.

Scrape’s and Viking’s belongings went to their families, those things they didn’t want were offered to the Club first before being donated to charity. Both Harleys were sold on eBay, none of us could bear to see them around, the money going to their parents. Stain didn’t have a family, he’d left everything he owned to the Club. His motorcycle was sold, and all the proceeds went to the Club treasury. Snake only wanted a few things of Vivian’s, mainly things from their short time together. Her motorcycle was going to be displayed in the Clubhouse, we had drained the fluids and made sure everything was in perfect shape before suspending it from the ceiling joists behind the bar. Behind it on the wall, we had photographs of all the Club members who had died; every day Snake came to work, he would kiss his fingers and press it to Vivian’s frame before going back to the kitchen. The motorcycle was going to stay there until Eve was sixteen, then it was hers if she wanted it.

The big issue was with the Clinic that Vivian had put together in one of the rooms on the second floor. At the time, it was important, and allowed her to treat most everything not requiring a hospital stay. She had treated both humans and werewolves, but our old VP Doc was dead, Vivian had been killed, and Jessica had died giving birth to Eve. We had no medically trained people left to use the six figures worth of equipment she had put together up there. The debate was more about how to sell it than if, at least until Hammer’s daughter came storming in.

“Why in the he… heck would you sell all Vivian’s stuff when we might need it,” she said loudly as she approached my spot.

I turned to her, chuckling a little inside as I saw how she was standing just like Teri did when she was pissed off at Hammer. “We don’t have anyone qualified to use it, and between the ambulance and the medical gear, that’s a lot of money tied up,” I said.

“I’ll use it,” she said with her hands on her hips.

“Meghan,” Moose started to say.

“Don’t you Meghan me! I know I’m young, but you aren’t looking at the big picture. I’m going to be a doctor, maybe even a surgeon in the future. I’ve worked with Vivian, I know how this works, and I’m the ONLY one around here who can help Eve if she gets sick.” A hush fell on the room. “She’s a werewolf, having her blood sample taken would cause all kinds of alarms. What are you going to do if she breaks her arm? Have you asked Gabriel what his plan is should any more of his men get hurt?” She looked around the room, eyes were starting to look down. “They are our friends, they are here to protect Eve, and I’m the closest thing to a doctor they have right now. You can’t take away my gear!”

I pinched my nose, the tough thing was that she was right. We hadn’t really appreciated just how much ability she had picked up in her time working with Vivian. “What about the ambulance, we could sell that and keep the clinic?”

“And what? One of the guys gets hurt, and we have to drag him all the way back here to help?” She looked around again, her eyes were sparkling with excitement. “It’s paid for in cash, it won’t be used much so it won’t cost much to maintain. If needed, we can take it somewhere else, like maybe a different Pack, or wherever the Knights are training.”

Sometimes you just had to accept that you were wrong, and this was one of them. “Fine. Let me talk to Gabriel first and see what he thinks. If he finds merit in keeping the ambulance, then we’ll keep it. Decision postponed until next meeting,” I said as I pounded the gavel and ended it. “You, young lady, are very convincing when you put your mind to it.”

“Thanks, Viper.” She turned back to the door where her Dad pulled her close. His arm was still in a sling, he was going to physical therapy three times a week to try and get the strength and range of motion back from the deep bite he’d sustained.

“Just because we have the ambulance doesn’t mean we’re running off and putting you in danger again,” he said as he hugged her close.

“That wasn’t a bad plan, it was bad operational security,” she said. “If the Pack hadn’t been told we were coming, we would have been safe.”

“Doesn’t mean I like it.” I smiled as they walked out together. She was going to be a hell of a doctor someday.

End Flashback

Abaddon and I pulled out in front, two more riders behind us in formation, then the ambulance. We had four more men as an escort. Our show of strength was for good reason; with only a couple werewolf physicians or nurses who had been trained after all the females died, Meghan was a valuable asset- one that was paid very well for house calls.

The second part was strategic. For the past eight years, since the last known shewolf died in childbirth, we had been preaching the Word that Luna have given to us in my dream. It was a hard road, telling people that our destruction had been the curse of our own Goddess whom we had forsaken. Many didn’t like the message, choosing to cast us out instead. After getting attacked a few times, we never left in groups smaller than four.