Destined to the Alpha

5

I come back to earth when Debbie waves her hand in front of my face. “Hello? Hello?” she’s saying. “Are you okay? You look different.”

Everything about this world feels different. Like I’m looking at everything through a new lens. Everything has been turned up, crystallized, put into sharper focus. In a moment, everything has changed. I have a new purpose, a new calling, and it all centers around her.

I can’t answer Debbie. I’m not thinking rationally. I’m not in control of my body. I can’t even say a word as I stare at my mate with my chest aching.

She arrives at the table of four wolf shifters and my body tenses up. I’ve always been such an easygoing friendly guy, but you’d never know that with the way my jaw is clenching and my fierce livid eyes are narrowing on the guys who are looking at what’s mine. I want them all dead for looking at her.

“Who ordered the waffles?” she asks in a voice so sweet that it brings tears to my eyes. One of the guys, Emmett, raises his hand and she leans over to put the plate down in front of him. My raging hard c**k lurches in my pants when I see the curve of her ass.

“There you go,” she says as she puts down the waffles. “Zero of the four food groups present on your plate. Wait… is canned whipped cream considered dairy? Mmmm debatable… I’ll let it slide.”

I barely notice that Debbie leaves to put in my order. I don’t even want to eat anymore. My stomach is twisting in knots and the thought of putting food in my mouth and chewing feels like an alien concept to me now.

Possessive feelings start taking over as I watch her put the rest of the plates on the table. I want to take her caveman style over my shoulder and bring her back to my place where only I can admire those tempting curves. They were made for me and I’m a selfish fucker who doesn’t want anyone else to see them.

“I’ll get you guys some more coffee,” she says before she leaves the table.

All four of their heads turn and they stare at her round ass as she walks away. I’m talking heads out of the booth, shamelessly staring.

Rage fills me. I’m staring at her ass too, but there’s a difference. That ass is mine.

My furious bear snarls as he stalks close to the surface, ready to take those eyes for daring to look at what’s ours.

I stand up—my body moving on its own. I don’t have control over it. The rage does.

An edgy, twitchy feeling shudders through me with every step I take toward their table.

The four of them look up at me in surprise as I slam my fists onto their table, grinding my knuckles into the cheap wood like an alpha gorilla confronting rival mates.

My forearms and biceps are flexed as tight as my jaw while I struggle to hold back my murderous intent.

“What the f**k do you want?” Lincoln, the bigger, braver, stupider of them asks with a mouthful of pancakes.

“You looked at what’s mine,” I hiss through clenched teeth as I stare him down. “That girl’s ass is mine. She’s my girl.” The possessive feelings are taking over and my maniac of a bear is egging me on.

Make them pay! She’s ours!

“Your mark is not on her,” Lincoln says. He’s on my left right next to me. Close enough to snap his neck. “She’s fair game.”

I feel a tap on my flexed shoulder just as I’m about to pounce on the guy for daring to say she’s not my girl.

“Excuse me,” the gorgeous voice says. “I need to refill these coffees. The pot is already cold and if you make me wait any longer, I’ll have to get some ice cubes to go along with it.”

The rage dampens when I turn and look into her sweet innocent eyes. My heart flutters in my chest and I forget what got me all worked up as I get lost in her heavenly gaze.

But the anger comes raging back when Lincoln talks to her.

“Is this your boyfriend?” he asks.

My grizzly snarls loud enough for his shifter hearing to hear. All four of them look at me.

Kimberly’s eyes land back on me as well. She does a double-take and then shakes her head. “I’ve never seen him before.”

“Really?” the dog says with a laugh. “Because he thinks you’re his.”

“She is mine,” I snap back at him.

Kimberly’s face drops as she stares at me.

“Well, you’re going to have to take her from me,” Lincoln says as he wraps his big arm around her waist and yanks her closer.

Kimberly smacks him with her free hand and then her face twists up in pain. “Ow! f**k!” she screams as she shakes out her hand. “What is your head made of? f*****g cement?”

I lunge on him, grabbing his thick wrist as his friends jump on me. Plates and mugs crash everywhere and someone screams from somewhere in the diner as chaos erupts all around me. All I’m focused on is making Lincoln pay for touching my mate. With a grunt, I snap the bones in his forearm.

“f**k!” he screams as a strong arm wraps around my neck. His friend Parker tries to choke me out as I turn to make sure that my mate is safe. I see her rushing to the back as she shakes her hand and swears over and over again.

Carl comes barreling out wearing a dirty apron and holding a loaded shotgun.

He c***s the barrel with a click-clack and points it at the five of us.

“Everybody out,” he warns. “Or, I’m going to serve you some fresh lead with your eggs.”

We all know that Carl doesn’t f**k around, so the five of us slowly separate.

I’m glaring at the four of them and I can sense their wolves hovering close to the surface. They smell like wet dog.

Lincoln resets his broken forearm with a crunch and a whimper and then glares at me.

“Put the money on the table and get the f**k out,” Carl says. “And hurry it up. I have eggs burning on the grill.”