Alpha Ryan Damison

After 6 months.

It's been a long day, being the Alpha of Alphas is not an easy thing. You have to listen to everybody's shit, judge their nonsense petition, solve senseless disputes and travel to other packs on their stupidass birthdays and ceremony invitations. Bullshit.

I already have my pack duties, along with a huge business to handle, now I have to deal with others useless matters too. I feel 24 hours are not enough for me in a day, I am always busy. I need more hours.

But then again, with many cons, I get the biggest pro, that is POWER. Yes, I am basically the daddy of all the Alphas. I am a recognized Alpha on the continent and currently the one with most powers. Other Alpha's can't go against my words or I'll simply put sanctions against their pack and isolate them from the werewolf kingdom. Now, all I need to do is eliminate the witches from this planet, but professionally.

But then again, with all these powers and recognization, I still feel like I don't get enough time to spend with my mate, my Luna. I feel like I am always busy and not give her much Me vitamin. What if she leaves me for not paying attention to her?

So I decided, I am going to be a romantic Hubby, for my Habibi.

To impress my queen, I am going to make her a refreshment drink with my own hands. Yessss! I open youtube and search, 'How to make a lemonade'. I finely analyze the recipe and gather all the ingredients that I need,

√ A glass of water and soda

√ Two tablespoon sugar

√ Half a tablespoon salt

√ One lemon

√ A few mint leaves.

I follow the steps carefully, mixing every ingredient one by one and watch them getting dissolve slowly into the liquid. Damn, science is fun.

What are you doing, dickhead?

Making a lemonade, bitchass.

I proudly look at my lemonade, I decorate the glass's rim with a slice of lemon and few mint leaves. Perfecto. It's much more fun than killing rogues, lemon didn't scream nor spill blood. My hands and clothes look clean and smell minty. The walls look clean and there is no ugly dead body lying on the counter. I like it.

What is this feeling? Bliss. Everything is perfect and today, it's not Alpha Ryan, it's MasterChef Ryan.

MasterChef my ass!

Your hairy ass.

Grrrr!

Dakota growls and I simply ignore him, as usual. I push open the door with my shoulder as I hold the tray with both my hands, "Babe..." I see shorty on the bed wearing shorts, looking very cute and short, with a laptop on her thick thighs. Oh, Jesus, those thighs could cause a world war.

With an adorable smile plastered on my face, I walk towards her with the tray, "Babe, you look so busy, what are you doing?" She doesn't even pay me any attention but keeps typing on her laptop. My shorty is studying so hard for her exams. I am so proud of her.

"Huh? Wattpad." She replies without even sparing me a glance. Her hazel eyes are fixed on the screen as she types grimly.

Who the fuck is this wattpad, kill him, Ryan. BREAK ALL HIS DAMN BONES. Dakota howls in my head.

"Gimme a minute, babe." I grit my teeth as I walk out of the room angrily. I immediately take out my phone as I make a call, "Drake, I want you to find who is this wattpad. I want every single detail, how many family members are there, how big the property is, who he talks to and deals with. What is his weakness, everything." I order him.

I fix my mood and walk inside with a smile, shorty is still working on her laptop. "Babe." I call her to get her attention. "Ryan, why you never appoint any female secretaries?" She suddenly asks, while attentively typing.

What should I say, that I smell their blood every month and Dakota feels like to hunt them? "Umm... They all stare at me, all the time and they are kind of little clumsy too." I say cautiously, not wanting t hurt her feminist side.

Emara slowly raises her enchanting hazel eyes, and stare at the glass of lemonade, "What are you drinking?" She asks, licking her lips. I get stiff, inside my pants. "I am glad you asked, I made you a lemonade." I say as I offer her the glass, genuinely.

Specially made for you, with my heart and bloody veins.

Emara's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, she lifts the glass and takes a sip, "Hmm... Nice." My face lights up as I see her gulping down the lemonade made by me, by my own personal and private hands. Mission accomplished.

My phone suddenly rings, I see it's Drake. "Babe, just a minute." I quietly walk out as I pick the call, "Alpha, I got news on Wattpad." "What?" I ask. "Wattpad is not a person but a website. It is an Internet community for readers and writers to publish stories in different genres. Its founders are Allen Lau and Ivan Yuen." Drake says. "Okay, got it." I keep the phone and walk inside with a smile.

"Babe, what are you doing on the laptop?" I ask her as I lay down beside her, I see the glass is empty that means she drank it all. "I am uploading a book that I was writing from the past few months." There is a big smile on her face, a smile that says how much she is enjoying doing it. "A book?" I ask surprisingly.

So she doesn't want to complete her graduation degree? Ever?

Mate don't need a degree when she got curves.

Shorty nods, "Yeah, and you know what is this book about?" She asks me excitedly before I could even think she screams, "Werewolves." My eyebrows instantly shoot up in amaze, I never thought shorty was so obsessed with the wolves that she would actually write a book on us. Isn't she cute?

"Interesting." I kiss the calves of her legs as I mount up, slowly. "Yes, and I am going to upload it on the Amazon Kindle store and start earning through it." Shorty says happily, pink tint appears on her cheeks as her smiles widen. Goddess, she is so fucking cute. I could bite her plump cheeks.

Will you stop thinking of chewing her.

Shut up.

"Babe, wait a minute. I gotta call." I excuse myself and walk out of the room as I again call Drake, "Listen, tell everyone in the pack to go read Emara's book. And make sure everyone buys it from Amazon or don't refrain yourself from breaking a bone or two." I order him. "Yes, Alpha. I got it"

I keep the phone inside my pocket, then smile gracefully as I walk inside. "Wow, you will start earning yourself. Good." I lay beside her as I peek on her laptop screen, I see a picture of someone kissing a cat, forcefully on her profile. Hmm, she is weird, but in a cute way.

"Yes." She smiles. I lie on the bed and run my fingers on her soft thighs, "I'm so proud of you, Emara." And kiss them softly, goosebumps instantly appear on her skin showing how much effect I have on her. I smirk. I love how sensitive she is.

"Ryan, what do you want?" Emara asks suspiciously. I look up to her and smile, spotlessly. "I want... to make these sheets dirty with you." Shorty narrows her eyes at me, her expressions looks like Angelina Jolie who wants to whip my ass right now. "I am busy, Ryan. Go jerk off."

"C'mon baby, it's been a long time since we-" Emara instantly cuts me off, "We did this morning, Ryan. And twice the last night. I told you already I am working on my book." She turns towards her laptop ignoring me completely.

I ball my fist as I feel like to punch them in her laptop, which is directly in front of me. How could she avoid me, and deny her mate's basic needs? She is really becoming cold, heartless and bitter, day by day.

"Hmm... So what are you getting me for my birthday?" I ask her as I bring my mouth to her smooth thighs and lick her. "Birthday?" She asks, surprised. Surprised! SURPRISED?

I grit my teeth as I try to control my pitch. "You know that tomorrow is my birthday, right baby?" My voice stoic, but my fists balled like rock, hard. Tell me moon goddess that she knows tomorrow is her mate's birthdate. Tell me, someone.

"Of-f course-e. I know. I even made a handmade gift for you." Emara smiles while blinking cutely at me. A handmade gift? By my mate? For me? Specially made for me? She loves me so much! "Really?"

"Yes, all I have to do is wrap it." Her eyes lit up as her teeth show in between her lips. She looks so beautiful while smiling, just like a smiling sloth. So cute, so damn fucking hot ass cute.

"I am so happy to know that but babe..." Her thighs shudder as I slowly run my fingers through her inner thighs, as I sinlessly purr, "Other than the gift, I want something else." Emara narrows her eyes in suspicion, she keeps her laptop aside as he folds her arms on her chest, "What?"

I smile, now that I got her full attention, it is time to keep all the cards on the table. I smile devilishly, as I whisper, "Something..."

Kinky and nasty.
Sadist and dirty.

･ิ(•̀.̫•́)･ิ

Next chapter is BDSM. Ryan's sweet birthday and hot night ;)

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