Fated to the Enemy Alpha King

Chapter Three

There was no doubt in her mind that he wished that he could do a number of nasty things to her like kick her out of his club.

But unfortunately for him, he’d lose Nick, the best shifter bouncer in the city, if he ever tried.

It must really bite his ass to be forced to let her in his club, especially since she didn’t have to pay the cover. Then again, it probably didn’t help that she also didn’t have to pay for her drinks since Nick had made sure that they were on the house years ago.

She was a mature adult and would act like one no matter how tempted she was to screw with his head, knowing that it probably really bothered him to be forced to put up with her.

Then again, she owed it to everyone out there with a mortal enemy to rub the fact that he couldn’t do anything about her being in his precious club in his face. She really did. It was her civic duty.

With a sassy wink, she blew him a kiss. His eyes flashed silver the same time his lips pulled back into a snarl.

She laughed when the girls around him stumbled back, startled. He ignored them as they returned to grinding against him as he mouthed a very lovely phrase to her with the word "b***h and kill" used several times in various combinations that actually impressed her.

The only mature thing was to do the one thing that she knew that he absolutely hated. She pinched two fingers together in the universal sign indicating the size of a man’s p***s.

Of course, she felt that she was being rather generous by indicating that he had at least a half-inch.

Childish? Yes. Rewarding? Why yes, yes it was, especially since it looked like he was about to come over and rip her throat out.

Biting back a smile, she stood up, deciding that it was probably the best time to join the crowd on the dance floor and give him a little space to cool off before he acted on his anger issues.

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He was going to f*****g kill her

He didn’t care if it cost him the best bouncer that he’d ever had. This s**t was too f*****g much to take. Nearly every week for the past five years he’d been forced to put up with that b***h. She came and went as she pleased, drank his booze and shook her ass for all the human males all the while taunting him in his own club!

This was bullshit!

No other male, especially an Alpha would put up with this s**t.

Why he had for all these years was beyond him. It was past time that she learned to submit to her betters.

Normally he would give Nick a heads up over what he was about to do, but tonight he didn’t have a choice. Several members from enemy Packs were here and every single one of them had just witnessed more of her bullshit.

If that wasn't bad enough, his Pack was starting to question his leadership.

They were getting greedy and wanted to completely take over Boston and he didn’t see the need to do that, not with the way things were these days.

The world had changed, providing them with more opportunities and more than half of his Pack was still stuck in the f*****g ancient creepy Ages, demanding more than they needed and risking their very existence every time they defied him.

He also had other Packs trying to take over his territory and kick him out of Boston, terrified of his position and the possibility that one day he would use that position to take everything for himself.

He knew that several of his enemies had just witnessed Lyra’s act of defiance and were stupid enough to think that because she’d pulled that s**t on him, that he was f*****g weak and they would try to use it as an excuse to make a move against him.

Any sign of weakness could set off another war and right now he wasn’t sure if his Pack would back him up or use this as an excuse to leave.

He had no choice now. He was going to have to make her cower and try not to enjoy every f*****g minute of it, he realized as anticipation coursed through his veins.

“Hey, where are you going?” one of the woman he’d been dancing with suddenly demanded.

He couldn’t remember her name. It wasn’t important after all. She would have just been a lay and probably a forgettable one at that.

Only his kind could handle his demands in bed and give as good as they got.

Humans were a poor substitution, he had to admit, but it was either that or risk being stuck with a b***h, who would try to use his c**k to control him.

Being mated was definitely not for him.

“I’ll be back,” he said firmly as he made his way towards his prey.

He felt the human follow him so he turned around and gestured towards the table where her friends were trying to pretend like they weren’t watching them and doing a horrible job at it.

His chosen partner for the night noticeably swallowed, but she moved her pecky little ass and left like a good little human and ultimately disappointed him, because he hated meek women.

Shaking his head in disgust, he returned his attention to lyra, the bane of his existence.

She’d only been on the dance floor for a few minutes, but she already had several humans and a demon trying to get her attention.

Laughing, Lyra danced with the human she’d brought with her. She also danced with the men vying for her attention, obviously not caring that she was leading them all on.

He already knew that she wasn’t planning on going home with any of them.

For her, they were just a distraction, something to pass the time with. In all the years that she’d been coming here, she’d never taken any of the men that she’d teased and flirted with home with her.

He knew, because he’d always made sure that she got home safely...and alone.

Not that he really cared if she f****d every male in town, because he didn’t.

He simply needed to make sure that she didn’t do anything that would cause trouble for his club, his Pack, or most importantly, him.

It only confirmed his suspicion that she only came here to piss him off and she did a great job of that.

Indicating that his d**k was less than an inch long, please. If he didn’t hate her so damn much or fear being trapped with the b***h for eternity he’d show her.

It wouldn’t be a hardship taking her to bed. Far from it.

She was absolutely f*****g gorgeous with streaks of gold and blond hair running through her long bronze hair.

The part that killed him was knowing that everything about her was real. There were no dye jobs, boob jobs or a single f*****g thing fake about her.