Her Alpha King: A Royal Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance (Royally Mated Book 2)

  Her Alpha King

  Bianca Cole

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  Contents

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  1. Rhys

  2. Anastasia

  3. Rhys

  4. Anastasia

  5. Rhys

  6. Anastasia

  7. Rhys

  8. Anastasia

  9. Rhys

  10. Anastasia

  11. Rhys

  12. Anastasia

  13. Rhys

  14. Anastasia

  15. Rhys

  16. Anastasia

  17. Rhys

  18. Anastasia

  19. Rhys

  20. Anastasia

  21. Epilogue

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  Blurb

  I’ve just mated to a human, which is a BIG problem.

  The king of the wolf shifters can’t take a human as a mate.

  But, her scent calls to me and drives me wild.

  She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen—human or shifter.

  My wolf has to be leashed as it wants to break free and drag her into the woods.

  Shifters are forbidden from being with humans.

  If you mate to a human, you must break the bond.

  A problem considering my wolf won’t be tamed—he will claim her.

  This will cause an uprising on both sides, but my wolf wants to fight.

  I will do anything to keep hold of her. Anastasia is mine.

  1

  Rhys

  My chest rises and falls as I pound down fifth avenue. I’m on edge. A shiver skates down my spine as I get another suspicious look from a man walking past. Any of these people could be members of the New York City Council.

  I stick out in the human city like a sore thumb, but I had to escape.

  I rarely get out of the pack’s territory. Even rarer that I make it into the human City of New York. I managed to slip by my packs borders undetected and shifted into my wolf form. I just kept running, finally finding myself on the outskirts of New York. My wolf knew what I needed, even if it’s against the bullshit council’s rules.

  I may be the alpha wolf of all the shifter packs in North America, because of my blood, but that means nothing to the human council. They’ve made it clear. They want no shifters mingling with their kind, despite more relaxed rules over the interaction between humans and shifters across the rest of North America.

  The leader has it out for all shifters, mainly me. Landon Carmichael and I attended high school together, and let’s just say we didn’t get on. It’s the main reason why New York City remains locked down to all shifters.

  My blood means I’m the outright king to all the North American packs. I hate my title and position. The pressure that comes with it is crushing. All I hear continually are questions about when I will select a wife and have pups.

  It can’t be any woman, though. It has to be a female from good breeding and blood. None of the women that are on offer take my fancy, but no one gives a shit about what I want. It’s all for the good of the pack. I need an heir to provide stability to the reigning pack and maintain our overall dominance.

  My beta, Jackson, keeps on pressing that if I don’t select a mate soon, then another alpha will rise and challenge me for my crown. I’d like to see one try. There’s not a wolf alive that can beat me in a fair fight. At least, not one that I’ve met.

  Tonight I intend to push all my worries out of my mind. It’s time for me to have some fun. I plan on getting drunk and acting like a human. The only issue is the fact that I don’t blend in. That’s clearer than ever before, as a guy skirts around me staring at me as if I’ve got two heads.

  As an alpha male, I tower everyone. Amongst shifters, I’m huge. Here, I just alert everyone to the fact I’m not human. Measuring six foot ten in height, and spreading to a ridiculous width, it’s not surprising that everyone knows I’m a wolf. If the council learns I’m here, there will be hell to pay.

  There’s only one place I know in this damn city that will accept me without question. O’Malley’s is a small bar down a back alley where most the patrons are too drunk to notice what I am. It’s been a few years since I’ve been to New York, and I intend to make the most of my visit.

  “Are you a shifter?” a little girl with big wide eyes asks, staring up at me.

  I smile down at her. “Yes, what’s your name?” I ask.

  She twirls a strand of her curly brown hair around her finger, holding a teddy bear in her other hand. “Alice, and I—”

  “Alice, how many times do I have to tell you? Don’t talk to strangers.” Her mother rushes over to her and grabs her hand. The woman gives me a disgusted look, before dragging her daughter away.

  I let out a shaky breath, wishing the New York council would rethink their rules. Humans and shifters can live together in harmony. There’s no reason why we have to be separated. I remember when I was a child how we used to live, as if we were humans, keeping the secret about our true identities from our friends.

  Maybe it would have been better if it all stayed a secret. It was hard to see childhood friends pull away. Everything changed when the truth came out, and nothing has been the same since.

  Living in the forest can be stifling. It’s a real home for our wolf-halves, but not our human halves. It feels like people forget that while we are half-wolf, we also have another half. We don’t want to be cooped up in the forests all our lives.

  I slip down a side street and keep walking. The green sign of O’Malley’s is lit up and douses the entire alleyway in green light. A tug in my stomach ignites, and a shiver skates down my spine as I reach for the door. My instincts tell me that there’s more in store for me than a drink tonight—my instincts are never wrong.

  I open the door, and the scent hits me like a freight train. All I was expecting to smell was body odor, stale breath, alcohol, and dirt. Instead, a refreshing scent of jasmine floods my senses. I feel my wolf strain at the smell.

  I scan the bar, searching for the source of the scent. All the other disgusting odors are evident too, but that one overpowers them all.

  Where the fuck is it coming from?

  A tall man moves away from the bar, and that’s when I see her. The petite young woman serving behind the bar. I feel every muscle in my body coil in an attempt to restrain my wolf. He recognizes my mate instantly and strains to break free. The human woman standing behind the bar is my fucking mate.

  I came here knowing I needed to blow off some steam. The last thing I expected was this. My eyes remain fixed on my mate as I drag them down her body. She’s short, even by human standards, but curvy. Her hair is a fiery red, sprawled in natural curves across her exposed shoulders.

  My cock pounds in my boxer briefs as I stare at her. This isn’t good. The last thing I need is to lose control in a bar full of humans. I have a lot of self-control, but it’s being tested right now.

  This mating bond is strong. She calls to the most primal part of me. There’s a reason I’m the king of North American territory, and it’s because my wolf is the strongest. It means that when I’m in my human form, I can struggle to keep him contained.

  I force the filthy fucking thoughts racing through my mind to the back of it. As I take a few slow and deep breaths, I find more control and leash my wolf. Until her striking blue eyes meet mine across the room, and she consumes all my attention. My wolf rages to the forefront again like a rabid animal.

  He wants out, but I try to calm him down. I can feel my canines lengthening in my mouth, forcing me to keep my lips shut at all costs. There’s nothing that gives a shifter away more than fucking wolf canines. Part of me knows that I should turn around and walk out of here now while I’ve got the chance. Another part of me knows that’s physically impossible. The likelihood of me walking out of this bar and away from my mate is practically zero.

  I can’t help the smirk that curls onto my lips at the pure desire in her eyes. She’s fighting it but can’
t help the attraction she feels. It’s a pull no human could resist for long.

  Her gaze turns defiant and irritated the moment she notices me smirking. Maybe she can fight it. It’s unbelievably attractive, knowing she’s not won over just by a smile from her mate.

  I let my eyes dip down to her breasts, which strain against her too-tight shirt—a possessiveness claws at me. No man should be able to see her in an outfit like that, except for me.

  Thank fuck I wore tight boxer briefs tonight, as my cock is trying to break out of my pants right now.

  I walk toward the bar, wanting so desperately just to snatch her up. If this place was empty, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop my wolf from letting loose. It’s far from empty. It’s packed with too many men eyeing what is mine. A growl tries to escape me, but I stop it. The last thing I need is for someone in here to call the council on me.

  If I try as hard as I can to blend in, I should be fine.

  The bartender’s eyes have left me, and she’s now focused on another man. Jealousy claws at me as she moves toward him. “How can I help you?”

  Damn. My mate’s voice is as delicious as the rest of her—my mate. I can’t fucking believe it.

  “How about a night you won’t forget?” he asks.

  Red hot rage pulses through me, hearing him speak to her like that. He’s lucky that I have to lay low right now as I want to rip him apart with my teeth.

  “I’m working, sorry,” she says, flooding me with relief. Her subtle but polite rejection shows she has a sweet disposition. Too many men think they can hit on women because they are bartenders. It’s wrong. She deserves as much respect as any woman—more since she’s my mate.

  “At least give me your number so I can take you out.” The guy, who has to be sixty years old, leans closer to her.

  My feet move in his direction, even though I know I need to keep the attention off me. It doesn’t matter. My wolf is going mad. He’s chomping at the bit to rip him apart, and I won’t be able to hold him off for much longer. If this guy doesn’t back the fuck off, he is going to regret it.

  “It’s against company policy I’m afraid.”

  Again, a polite and subtle rejection, but if I know guys like this, I know he won’t take the hint. He won’t accept a woman’s wishes.

  Every muscle in my body coils with tension as he grabs her arm. Seeing his hands on her has my eyes narrowing in, making me aware if anyone notices, they will know what I am. My wolf is ready to tear this place apart, but I leash him. We can’t cause a stir, even though we want to.

  “Don’t be a fucking prude,” the guy says.

  The bartender’s eyes meet mine as I appear behind the asshole. I try to use my eyes to communicate with her, but she’s human. She can’t understand.

  I’m here to protect her. This guy will be sorry for ever touching her. I’ll try the easy way first, but if he doesn’t back the fuck off, I can’t promise I won’t kill him.

  A jealous wolf is bad fucking news, but I can’t control him with this mating bond driving him wild.

  2

  Anastasia

  I wipe down the bar, glancing over at my boss, Alex. He has done no work tonight, forcing me to pick up his slack since it’s so busy in here. The guy is so tight, he only employs me, even though at times we could do with at least two people behind the bar.

  I let out a slow breath, as one of our regulars, Jack, bangs his glass down—his signal that he wants to order another drink. The guy is an asshole.

  I’m exhausted, but I plaster on a smile anyway and approach him. “What can I get you?”

  “Usual,” he says.

  I nod, removing his glass and getting another one. The guy is the worst. He’s a regular but never tips and never has a good word to say. I should be used to assholes like him by now, but somehow on busy nights, he still seems to get to me.

  My mom would have told me to kick his ass, but that was her answer to everything. Anyone that knew her before she died always said she had fight. Sometimes, I’m not sure that’s a good thing, and I’m almost certain it’s what got her killed.

  I push thoughts of my mom to the back of my mind, trying not to get upset. If I think about her too much, I find it impossible not to. It’s been three years since she was murdered. I’ve had to fend for myself ever since.

  Jack raps his fingers on the table impatiently.

  I grit my teeth together, trying to dull the anger bubbling away inside of me. I inherited my mom’s rage. I just seem to be able to control it better than she did.

  I spin around and set the beer down in front of him. “There you go.” I smile, despite wishing I could kick the guy’s ass. It would be so satisfying to give him a piece of my mind. “Is there anything else?” I ask.

  “No, that’s all.” He narrows his eyes as he brings the drink up to his mouth and sips on it. “Put it on my tab.”

  I don’t let him see how much it pisses me off. Instead, I grit my teeth and move on to the next customer, Frank. He’s not so bad.

  “What can I get you, Frank?”

  He smiles at me. “I’ll have a pint of that weird, foreign stuff you are pushing.”

  I laugh. “Do you mean the Peroni? It’s Italian.”

  He nods. “Yeah, I’ll try it.”

  “Coming right up.”

  Frank is a character and often brightens my shifts when he turns up. One of the only men here who doesn’t come in and ogle at my breasts, which I try desperately to hide in this horrible uniform.

  Alex insists I wear it, saying it makes the place look more professional. He just wants to bring in pervy guys that like to look at curvy women in tight uniforms. My mom would have told me to kick his ass too and hand him my notice long ago if she had been around when I took the job.

  I can’t understand why she’s been on my mind lately, maybe because it’s coming near to her birthday. Two days from now, on the thirteenth of April. It’s always a sad time, as we used to do so many things together on her birthday. All I have is happy memories of her. My father, on the other hand, I have only bad memories.

  He’s part of the council—the leader, to be exact. I hadn’t spoken to him since I was about ten years old when he walked out on my mom for a younger woman. Until the day she died. He showed no compassion to me and acted as though I were a stranger—not his daughter.

  I feel the emotion clawing at my throat as I dampen it. The last thing I need right now is to get emotional while I’m working. Alex is a tight bastard and doesn’t have any compassion either. I haven’t had a break, even though I’m due one, not that there’s anyone else in here to cover the shift.

  A shiver skates down my spine as the door to the bar is swung open. It must be chilly tonight, which is odd, as it was eighty degrees before my shift started.

  My eyes remain fixed on the entryway, but there are too many people in the way for me to see who entered. I can’t understand why I’m so transfixed on the door.

  One of the guys moves out of the way of the bar, and then I see him. My breath catches in my throat. A pair of bright blue eyes are fixed on me intensely. He doesn’t meet my gaze, but his eyes wander over every inch of my body.

  He has to be the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. His golden-brown hair almost shimmers in the dim light of the bar. He is ridiculously tall, and his shoulders are as wide as two average men.

  As I let my eyes return to his, my heart skips a beat. His eyes lock on mine with so much intensity. He looks like an animal hunting his prey.

  I know an alpha asshole if ever I saw one, but why does a tickle of anticipation skate down my spine as our eyes meet?