The Omega and his Luna mate

Chapter 2: What a fail

I didn’t really need a job, none of us did here, being werewolves meant we could live as naturally as the wolf, didn’t have a toilet? Shift and p.iss as a wolf, needed a wash? Use the river and the streams. Bed? Sleep under the stars.

Theoretically.

In reality most of us liked to live like the humans, it helped us blend in and made us more acceptable to them and we also kind of liked it. Hot showers beat freezing rivers, and beds beat sleeping on dirt.

And I’m sure it made the humans a lot more comfortable around us when we weren’t running naked through forests.

The supernatural territory we had been given was mostly greenery and forest with plenty of rivers and streams, it stretched for miles and miles, but further on we had a town and cities just like any other country.

Some genius had named our country Folklore Island…yeah, no idea whose bright idea that was.

I worked as a mechanic and made it to the garage just on time.

My boss was awesome, and female, us werewolves didn’t discriminate with gender, a female could be as much a leader as a male, that included in the work industry too, as well as fights.

If you were some tiny petite female who wanted to challenge and fight a big muscular hulking male wolf? Sure, go for it but expect him to hit you back just as hard.

“Adam!” Ellie yelled from beneath a lifted truck. “Hurry up and get to work on that jeep, will ya? The owner wants to pick it up today.”

“Good morning to you too.”

“Work first. Feelings later.”

Typical Ellie.

My boss was tall, lean and had honey blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, she looked more like a model than a car mechanic, but she was a big tomboy and always wore tank tops and dirty, greasy jeans, an absolute workaholic. I swear she sometimes slept at work.

I opened the bonnet up and got to work.

One look at the engine told me exactly what the problem was.

Oil sludge.

The owner hadn’t been changing it enough, it wasn’t too badly damaged, so I replaced the different parts it needed.

I loved working with my hands and getting dirty. When I finished I realized I really shouldn’t have worn a white top. Ah well. My boss handed me a cold lemonade and I downed it gratefully.

“Thanks Ellie.”

“Sure, maybe next time don’t wear white,” she laughed, noticing my now almost black top.

“Yeah, I didn’t think,” I laughed.

“Do you ever?”

“f***k you,” I grinned and went to the restroom to clean my hands and arms, nothing could be done for my top.

I enjoyed working, it was both fun and a good escape from the pack, if I didn’t have this job I don’t think my d.ick would ever get a break.

The owner came in at the end of the day and I dropped the tool I was holding.

She. Was. Hot.

She wore this sexy as f***k red dress that was like a second skin and stopped above her mid-thigh, she wore high heels too, and long black hair fell in soft curls down to her hips.

Sunglasses were perched on top of her head, and her makeup was sexy. She wore red lipstick, probably that foundation and contour stuff Amy was always talking about, and she had that cat eyeliner thing going on—I don’t know what girls called it, but she had that, and it made her already almond-shaped cat eyes stand out even more. They were a hazel, so bright they looked gold.

I think I was drooling, I wasn’t sure until Ellie jabbed me in the ribs and hissed, “pull yourself together man.”

I quickly tore my eyes away from the lady’s body and picked the tool up.

“Uh…” I cleared my throat. “You here for the Jeep?” I asked her.

Smooth, Adam.

Real smooth.

She nodded and looked at me with those come to bed eyes and I really tried not to keep staring at her, but she was so hot.

“Alright darling, it’s over here.” I led her over to the Jeep and explained as simply as I could about what I’d done, and then she paid Ellie.

“So, do you and your mate live around here?” I asked her. Pfft, ok, I was just trying to find out if she was with anyone.

“I don’t have a mate but yes, I’m not too far from here,” she smiled.

“Nice, so how long you been single for?” I should shut up, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.

“About three years.”

Three years?

Three whole years?

My wolf was already planning our future children.

“Would you go on a date with, say, a nice handsome guy who just happens to be a mechanic?”

“Would this nice handsome guy be you?” She teased.

“Maybe, it depends on your answer.”

“Sure, I wouldn’t say no,” she winked.

F.uck me, I think my d.ick literally came alive when she winked at me. I tried to stay standing behind the table, being big down there wasn’t always fun, like having a hard on in public, it was so obvious.

“Great! I have your number, so I’ll call you, and maybe we can go out to eat on Saturday?”

She nodded and when Ellie gave her the receipt I did a secret fist pump.

I opened her car door for her, and she climbed in, once sitting I went to shut the door for her, but I did it too soon and some of her hair got trapped in the door.

“S.hit, sorry!”

I quickly opened it, freeing her hair, and even though she smiled and batted her eyes at me, I knew she was so not going to come on that date with me now.

Ten seconds after getting a date and I’d nearly scalped her.

“I ruined my chances didn’t I?” I said to Ellie once she had gone.

“Yep.”

“Wow. No hesitation. No comforting lie. Nothing.”

Ellie slid out from beneath the truck and sat up.

“You spent ten minutes staring at her like she descended from heaven, asked her out before she’d even left the garage, then nearly scalped her.”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

Which is exactly what it was like.”

I sighed dramatically.

“You shouldn’t try so hard, you’re already hot and a nice guy.”

“Yeah? Wanna go on a date with me?” I grinned.

“No way! We work together it wouldn’t be professional.”

I always asked her out and she always used that excuse.

I don’t know why I bothered anyway, Zack didn’t allow me or Amy to have romantic relationships, he wanted us free for our, I’d say clients, but we didn’t get paid for sleeping with the pack members.

The thought soured my mood instantly, so I pushed it aside.

Like always.

It was time for home, but of course, Ellie was under another car and working.

I walked past her, too busy wondering if maybe that hot woman might still go out with me even though I’d almost ripped her bold.

I didn’t notice Ellie’s boots sticking out from beneath the car. I tripped over her feet and fell, smacking my head against the tools table and found myself lying sprawled on the floor.

I sighed and then grabbed my head, wincing when a wrench fell and hit me. “f***k my life!”

Ellie found it hysterical and laughed, “pay attention, you’re so f.ucking clumsy for a werewolf.”

“Screw you,” I grumbled, and got to my feet.

She was lying on a trolley, so I kicked it, making her roll out from under the car and halfway across the room.

“Hey, d.ick!”

“Love you too, Ellie, see you tomorrow!”

I ducked out of the garage doors before she could find something heavy enough to throw at me.