The Rogue Alpha

A Wolf in the Park

Davina’s POV

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Ugh.” Parker groaned.

I rolled over to turn my alarm clock off and snuck a glance at the half naked man sleeping in my bed. 

His curls looked like they did when he was a teenager, wild and untamed. His stubble had grown out more overnight giving him a gruff look. 

Parker shifted his head to the side and let out a snore.

Well... that ruined the whole peaceful angel thing he had going on. Rolling my eyes I sat up and headed to the bathroom.

After brushing my teeth I put on a pair of leggings and a sports bra then began to make my daily protein shake. Cookies & Cream. 

Why were Parker and Xander in New York? The Crescents are a prideful pack. I can’t imagine they would have the Beta and Delta in New York if there wasn’t something important going on. And it was obviously so important that I wasn’t allowed to know, not really anyway. 

After chugging my shake and throwing my shoes on I put in my earbuds and started my run to Tribeca Park. It was about a mile away, so a two mile run in all. 

Tribeca Park isn’t nearly as swanky as Central Park, but it has its own charms. You see lots of mothers with their children, and older couples with their dogs. Tribeca was a family friendly area, it was quiet. That’s why I enjoy it so much, not as much commotion as Manhattan, but still plenty to enjoy.

Spring in New York was unpredictable, rain one day, sunshine the next, luckily today was one of the sunny days. It was a bit brisk out for just a sports bra, but a mile in, I’ll feel plenty fine with just this on. 

I felt my mind begin to drift back to last night. I shouldn’t have slept with Parker. Really really  shouldn’t have. I don’t regret it, not at all, but it shouldn’t have happened. I won’t let it happen again. It had been a long time since I’d seen him. A long time since I’d f****d him, because let’s be serious, that’s what happened last night. It wasn’t passionate love making, it was a lay. A good one admittedly. But Parker is holding something back, something big. I can feel it.

As I approached the park, I noticed a man I don’t normally see in these parts, I pulled out my earbuds, “A long way from Manhattan, Mr. Rossi.” I gave him a playful smile as his gaze raked over my body. 

I leaned in close to him, “I’ll pretend I didn’t see that,” I winked. 

Hitting on someone while there was another man in my bed, tacky I know. But, in my defense, Parker and I aren’t dating, nor are we mates. Plus, isn’t this what all sexually liberated twenty-something females do? 

His grin never faltered, “I'd rather you not pretend, your body is magnificent.” His tone was low and sultry. f**k me. Literally, please. 

I gave him a little smirk, “To what do I owe this pleasure? Surely you didn’t come all this way to watch me run.” I was genuinely curious how he even knew I run here, let alone at this hour. 

His smile fell, “As much as I wish I had, I did not. Those men you were with last evening…”

“Beta Parker King and Delta Xander Forrester.” 

He nodded, putting his hands in his jacket pocket. I’d never seen him in anything but a suit and tie. This morning he was in a pair of grey joggers, and filling them out perfectly, if you know what I mean. His jacket was a black Nike zip up and I could see a dark shirt underneath. I have to admit, this look works wonders for him.

“What about them?” I ushered for answers.

He cleared his throat and kept his eyes locked on mine, “I have a meeting with them this afternoon, 2:30 PM. It seems your pack is in a bit of trouble. Wolves are going missing, old and young.” 

I bit my tongue, taking a deep breath before responding. “Why are you telling me this?” I don’t get it, “Also, how do you know they’re my pack?” I furrowed my brow in question. I’d never told him where I’d been exiled from. 

He lusty smirk crossed his full lips, “I like to check into the women I intend to bed, I needed to be sure you weren’t a killer or a thief.” His blue eyes darkened. 

“Oh. Ohh.” I lifted one brow. 

“I would like you to attend the meeting with me, I believe you have every right to hear what they have to say.” His voice was sincere. Could he be any more perfect? 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I walked to a bench near us, he followed. 

“Oh I believe it’s the best idea I’ve ever had.” His smile was intoxicating, so I smiled back. 

“Okay. Where are you meeting? I need to look my best if I’m going to be in a meeting with the Alpha of the Year.” I waggled my eyebrows at him, flaunting his newest title according to Wolf Weekly magazine. 

He laughed, “Please, do not call me that horrid title. The meeting will be in my office, so just business casual…” he trailed off and brushed a strand of fallen hair back over my ear while keeping his eyes on mine. Those blue eyes. 

“I’m sensing a but…” I said, wetting my lips. 

Again, his eyes darkened to an almost black color, and he closed the distance between us leaning his mouth into my neck. He traced his tongue lightly against my skin, “But, wear something... racy  underneath. I look forward to seeing it. And you. Two o’clock, Ms. LeBlanc.” My breath caught in my throat. I don’t often get flustered but this man, and his husky voice, and that tongue made my knees weak. He placed a kiss on my cheek before turning to walk off. 

I guess I have a meeting to attend today. I sent my assistant a quick message letting her know I wouldn’t be in and to reschedule any appointments I may have before starting my jog back home. 

After making my way into my apartment, I headed to the fridge for a water and supplies for a hearty breakfast. 

I grabbed my phone to text Willow.

Breakfast at my place. The works. Be here or be square.

Love, D.

Getting Xander here will make interrogating them about what’s going on much easier. I doubt they’ll tell me, but it’s worth a shot. 

“Alexa, play ‘Running Playlist.’” Yep, I’m one of those people. I love my Echo Dot. I heard her repeat what I’d said before a Kenny Chesney song began playing.

I turned to measure flour, and began making my waffle mix. Key ingredient: almond extract. Cooking has always been something I’ve enjoyed, especially since my father wasn’t much of a cook. I’m no Gordon Ramsey of course, but I do know my way around a kitchen. 

When I first moved to New York, I signed up for a bunch of cooking classes so I could limit the money I spent. It didn’t really work, but I enjoyed learning. 

As I let my waffle iron heat up, I laid the bacon on the griddle. Do I have sausage? Opening the fridge I spotted ground sausage. No what I was looking for but, biscuits and gravy sounds good too. 

As I opened a package of biscuits I heard Parker rustle his way out of bed. Bobbing my head to Wanna Be by Spice Girls I called over my shoulder, “Mornin’ sleepyhead. Coffee’s on the counter, OJ’s in the fridge.” I heard a twang in my voice that I hadn’t heard in years. 

When I turned around he was leaning against the doorway to my room holding the picture I keep on my nightstand.