Teach Me How To Please, Alpha

UNWRAPPING THE PRESENT THAT WAS ISLA

Isla

I was brushing the baked potatoes with butter when the doorbell rang.

I heard Ryder’s footsteps, the sound of the door opening and within minutes, deep masculine laughter, jokes, a feminine squeal and footsteps filled the house. Seems like our honored guests have arrived.

I loaded the potato into the oven and had just started seasoning the chicken wings when I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.

Not a moment later I was staring at blue eyes. Her blonde hair was in a big voluminous blowout and the strapless bodycon dress she had on accentuated her voluptuous body.

She couldn’t be much older than me, if at all. Yet, there was a way she carried herself that made her appear older. Like she had always been welcomed in every room she walked in and wasn’t expecting my kitchen to be different.

“So you’re the healer’s daughter?” she said by way of greeting. “You look nothing like her.”

It wasn’t a question, so I kept quiet.

“I’m Riley. You’d probably be seeing more of me in the future now you’d soon become baby Hayes.”

Baby Hayes? Ryder’s surname? Thanks but no thanks.

Then she leaned in and whispered, “I’m going to be Ryder’s wife and Luna one day.”

It was weird, staring back while she looked at me expectantly with a big smile.

“Congratulations?”

The oven beeped thankfully.

I crossed hurriedly to pull out the tray of loaded potato skins, but Riley kept talking. Great. A grade A yapper.

I’d heard of her too. Who hadn’t? Beta Crew’s daughter. Which basically meant werewolf royalty with Beta Crew being second in command in the Pack and Alpha Reid’s best friend.

So yeah. She’d probably grown up thinking every room was foaming in the mouth for all she had to say.

“…do you know that he never dates?” she asked with a sigh. “I find that so romantic, almost like he’s keeping himself for me, you know?”

I know… you’re delusional.

I made the sauce for the chicken wings as she carried on.

“… imagine what our future children will look like. We are like… perfect for each other.”

I nodded. Hot. Blonde. Conceited and arrogant. The Moon goddess couldn’t have made a more perfect match.

“It smells good in here,” a soft voice said. “Isla, right?”

Behind Riley, my gaze found the newcomer.

It seems being attractive was a criteria to be Ryder’s friend. Shocker.

I nodded.

“I’m Amy.”

Amy was petite, curvy and had black hair that actually behaved. Sleek and pin straight.

She looked at Riley. “Ryder was looking for you—”

“Bye, baby Hayes.”

And within seconds Amy accomplished the impossible. Drove Riley away.

I decided almost instantly that I liked Amy.

“Seems like you met our resident Luna after all,” Amy said with a soft knowing smile.

“Yes. She is very…” I searched for a compliment. “Enthusiastic.”

A peal of laughter rang out.

“That’s a very polite way to say insufferable bitch.”

“I think she is okay,” I said with a shrug, dressing the wings.

“And the scary thing is that you actually believe it,” she smirked. Then added, “Baby Hayes.”

I groaned. “How do I make that stop?”

Amy grinned. “Sorry, can’t help. There are only two ways Riley treats women around Ryder. If she views you as a threat, you get meanie Riley. If not, she infantilizes you.”

I hated how my chin dropped at that. Being dismissed as a threat within seconds wasn’t great for my self esteem.

“But she isn’t like that with you,” I said as Amy grabbed alcohol from the fridge while I plated the food.

“Well that is because you are more my type than Ryder.”

“Oh,” I whispered casually.

Then the meaning slowly dawned on me.

I looked up to meet her eyes. Her brown orbs were already bouncing with mirth and when she winked, I was certain I was about to catch fire with the heat on my face.

“Oh,” I repeated, tearing my eyes away.

She chuckled.

“You’re very cute.”

***

I woke up with a start, there was a sound of something crashing coming from my mother’s bedroom that Ryder had made his room.

At first I thought it was his very vocal love making session, but the moment that I heard a grunt of pain and thrashing, I was already at the door.

I knocked hesitantly and when there was no response, I tentatively cracked the door open.

He was in the bed, his lips parted and his eyes closed. But the covers were in shreds and he was shuddering as though in the grip of a torment.

He sputtered raspy curses and his skin grew slick with sweat. All the muscles in his body were tensed as if he was in great pain.

“Ryder,” I whispered.

My omega senses kicked in and without thought of what it means to disturb an alpha in rampage, I was already on the side of the bed, instinctively reaching out to run my fingers through his chin, wanting to take his pain.

To soothe him just like I hav watched mom done all my life in the clinic.

He went suddenly still which made me work the courage to thread my hand through his thick hair hoping that whatever I was doing was working.

Then at lightning speed, his hand shot to my neck, and in seconds I was pinned under him.

When he opened his eyes, they were completely silver. His wolf’s.

I extended my neck in submission, fear choking me.

Ryder

I hated my wolf. Hated that it was responsible for the fact that I couldn’t coexist with my father.

It was responsible for why I’m sure he sighed in relief whenever I left the house. He never cared where I was since I turned thirteen and my wolf would relentlessly challenge him, to fight him, to gut him with my words…

Even though I knew that my wolf was a part of me, innate. When I felt its touch on my skin, invasive and all seeing, I attacked.

But as my eyes opened, I could barely comprehend what I was seeing. A woman was pinned underneath me, her neck bared in deference, widened eyes in shock, black hair fanning out on whatever still remained of the covers.

It was Isla underneath me in my bed.

I quickly released her, my eyes widening as I moved to the side of the bed, my hand over my face in shame.

She didn’t even fight. What the f**k was she thinking going limp like that underneath me.

Trusting me. I didn’t even trust myself.

As the haze for blood cleared, my eyes drifted to the woman beside me or more accurately the thin camisole stretched around her chest that could barely contain her perky t**s.

Seems like Isla kept her secret close to her chest. Quite literally.

First, there was the music and now… she was hiding such an unbelievable rack under all those ugly sweaters.

As she panted beside me, struggling for air, her chest heaving all I could think of was dragging that sheer fabric with my teeth.

My c**k stirred and I closed my eyes, reining myself in. I should have known better than to accept a blunt from Hector. s**t knocked me damn out before I could take my suppressant.

I opened my eyes to see that she had moved, she was now kneeling, crowding me.

I wonder why she wasn’t bolting for the door already.

Nobody liked to see me like this. Not even my friends.

Certainly not my dad.

I heard the nicknames, but nobody knew just how deep-seated the torment created by the thing under my skin was.

“Are you okay?” She said, invading more of my personal space.

The moment I got a lungful of her obscene scent, I choked. Damn omega.

I pinned her underneath me eliciting a tiny gasp from her lips as my nose moved to the crook of her neck, her hair.

She was strung like a bow. I frowned. I wanted her relaxed.

My hand slipped underneath her skin, rubbing tiny circles on her midriff and when her body went slack under mine, I wanted to stop there.

But my hand continued roaming under her clothes like I was like a kid on Christmas Eve secretly unwrapping the present that was Isla.

And then further, under the waistband of her sleeping shorts and when my fingers found her p***y, gliding over the wet center, she shook her head.

“Ryder…” she started. “I don’t… this is not a…”

“Shh, I only want to make you feel good,” I gruffly assured her, my voice muffled by my nose still on her neck. “Just relax. You like this.”

When I found her c**t, tracing her entrance, a soft moan left her parted lips then she stiffened, lunging away from me like her shorts were on fire.

“Oh God…” she exhaled.

I moved to touch her but she flinched. “I shouldn’t be here.” A sob left her lips and then she was stumbling on her feet and dashing for the door.

Running.

Just like everybody else.

This time, even though I knew I had caused it, my body couldn’t contain all the hatred I felt for myself so I directed some at her.

She should have ran earlier.