Resisting the Alpha
Epilogue

Seraphine held the potion up to the light. Are you sure you want to drink this stuff? There’s nothing wrong with being human.

I need to be on equal footing with Micah. He would always hold it over me that I’m just a human and can’t possibly understand the dynamics of being a wolf, much less an alpha. This opportunity is too good to pass up.

So you’ve accepted the mating?

I know enough about wolves to know I can’t fight it … he would just track me down and haul me back to his bedroom by my hair. But it doesn’t mean I can’t give him a little grief along the way. I see it like this: he marked me without permission, so he deserves a little punishment. He doesn’t have to know I’ve accepted it.

Seraphine smiled. So you’re going to be your usual charming self around him and make him work for it.

Exactly. Bridget nodded. And my plan goes into effect tomorrow. The moment he hears I’m out kicking my heels up, he’ll show up. If he even so much as thinks I’m looking at other guys, his wolf will go nuts and prod him into action.

You might not like the action he takes.

Meh. I can handle one little alpha wolf.

Seraphine laughed. “There is nothing little about Micah Smythe. And I do mean nothing. The bulge in his pants every time you’re within sight is a little hard to miss.”

Yeah, I suppose there are perks to the position. Think I could ever get him to wait on me hand and … paw?

“Not likely. He’ll probably expect you to wait on him.”

Bridget laughed so hard she cried. If I serve him anything, it will be dumped over his head or in his lap. No way am I going to bow and scrape before the almighty alpha. Besides, I’m going to be an alpha too.

You aren’t a wolf yet. How do you know where you’ll rank?

Bridget arched a brow and placed her hand on her h*p. Do you honestly see me as an omega or beta?

Uh, no. Although maybe, now that you’ll be the alpha female, you could teach Josette some of those ball-busting moves of yours. Poor thing never stands up for herself. I think those wolves have her so beaten down, she doesn’t know how to go after what she wants.

You mean Max, don’t you?

Seraphine nodded. I’ve seen the looks he casts her way, and she returns them when she thinks no one is watching. It’s longing and l**t, pure and simple.

Maybe we can help her once I get things worked out with Micah. I think it would be great for her to go out on a date, but I’m not sure I want her having a relationship with an incubus. Too dangerous.

If she really wants him, I’m sure Jared and Cade could come up with something to help them out. Some way for her not to lose her soul if they sleep together.

Maybe. It’s something to look into, for sure.

Seraphine sighed and tossed the potion to Bridget. Okay, chickie. Bottoms up.

Bridget uncorked the bottle, opened her mouth, and guzzled the contents. The tart taste of raspberries hit her tongue and she was thankful the werelock had flavored it with something, because truly, the neon-green goo looked seriously unappetizing.

Now we wait, Bridget said. Cade told me there was a chance I wouldn’t experience any side effects.

Let’s hope you’re one of the lucky ones.

Bridget smiled. I think I—

The smile slipped from her face and she grabbed her stomach right before a loud rumble and gurgle sounded in the room. Seraphine’s eyes went wide a moment before Bridget bolted from the room. She barely reached the toilet before she started heaving. So much for pulling through with no side effects.

Breena circled Bridget. Are you sure you’re up for this? Seraphine said you puked your guts up for three hours yesterday, then m****d and g*****d the rest of the night.

I’m sure. And watch this! Bridget smiled as she held out her hand. With an extreme amount of focus, and a bit of pain, she was able to transform her nails into claws, her fingers into toes, and her hand finally formed a paw. A snow white one. She wondered what the rest of her looked like in wolf form. She hadn’t undergone the full transformation yet.

Breena’s mouth dropped. You shouldn’t be able to do that! The full moon isn’t here yet.

Maybe it has to do with being bitten by an alpha?

I don’t think that would matter. Breena peered at her closer. Are you sure you’re completely human?

As far as I know.

Hmm. Breena squinted at her. I think it’s time we delve into your past a bit. Didn’t you say your mom never knew her dad?

He was a drifter, is what Gram always said.

“Drifter, my a*s, Breena muttered. You have to have magick in you to be able to transform like that so quickly. I’d bet my wand you’re part fae.”

“Your wand? Really? Why don’t you bet something that’s actually worth more than a matchstick?”

Breena huffed at her.

Oh, come on. You know your wand is a little wonky. I’m surprised Cade lets you keep the thing in the house. Especially after it attacked him when you first met.

A smile spread across Breena’s lips. That was rather funny.

Bridget smoothed her hands down her skintight sleeveless shirt and miniskirt. So, how do I look?

Well, you’re either trolling for men, or you’re going to charge by the hour. Then again, those two go hand in hand.

Bridget blew a raspberry at her.

Micah is going to lose it when he sees you, Seraphine said.

Josette frowned. Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t know that baiting him is such a good idea. Besides, how is he going to know where to replace you?

You’re going to tell him. After we’re at the club and I’ve found a few men to dance with. Bridget smiled. He’ll come running when his omega is concerned.

Josette sighed. I don’t like this.

Suck it up, Buttercup. Bridget slugged her on the arm. Just think. After tonight, there will be an alpha pair leading the pack.

If you don’t kill each other first, Josette muttered.

I heard that!

Come on, Breena said. Everyone grab hold of each other and I’ll transport us to the club. No sense paying to park if we don’t have to.

Bridget grabbed Josette’s hand and Breena’s. Once Seraphine had hold of Breena’s other hand, the witch blinked them from Bridget’s home to the fae club a few miles away. Bridget did a quick check to make sure she was in one piece, earning a glare from Breena. The witch might have wicked abilities, but the whole transportation thing always freaked Bridget out.

Breena flashed a smile at the bouncer as they walked past the long line and went straight inside. Bridget had never questioned their good fortune, but she had to wonder if Breena had worked some charms for the fae who owned the club. Maybe she’d dated the bouncer at one point.

Inside, lights pulsed in time with the beat of the music. It wrapped around her, the fae magick in the place insisting she dance. Bridget grabbed Seraphine and headed onto the dance floor, leaving Breena and Josette to replace a table. Just as she’d predicted, it didn’t take long to garner some male attention. The hands caressing her didn’t arouse her in the slightest, but the males were nice to look at––although one was almost too pretty.

Sweat glistened on her skin as she plastered herself to the front of the cutest one. He placed his hands on her h**s, holding her close. She wouldn’t let it go any further, but the attention was nice. No reason for there to be a bloodbath, though.

There was a vibration in the air, a shift that caused her to look toward the door. If the look in her mate’s eyes proved any indication, she was in very big trouble. His nostrils flared as he neared her. The hands clenched at his sides told her just how much he’d love to hit one of the men she was dancing with.

Bridget pulled herself out of the male’s arms and turned to face her mate. His eyes flashed gold and then red as he watched the men she’d been dancing with. One by one, they turned and fled, leaving her to face the irate alpha by herself. His nose flared again and she realized he was taking in her scent.

Dancing with strange men turns you on? he asked.

She pursed her lips. Not particularly. But what if it did?

Don’t lie to me. He growled. You’re turned on right now. I know for a fact, if I were to stick my hand in your pants, you’d be wet.

You’re so crude.

He stalked closer. No. Crude would be telling you that I’m about two seconds from hauling you outside, stripping you naked, and f*****g you right there in the parking lot until you can’t stand up.

Bridget locked her knees to keep from sinking to the floor as she pictured that very thing. She’d never admit it to him, but she couldn’t think of anything she’d love more. But if she didn’t ask for it, how would she get him to carry through with it?

She licked her lips. I think you’re jealous.

“Now why would it bother me that my mate is nearly f*****g another man on the dance floor?”

I don’t recall agreeing to be your mate.

You’re mine, Bridget. His eyes glowed yellow again as the wolf inside peered out at her. Never forget that.

Bridget tossed her hair over her shoulder. Just because you say it’s so doesn’t make it real. What if I don’t want to be your mate? You may have marked me, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to roll over and thank you.

Outside. Now.

It was rather impressive how he could speak through clenched teeth. Maybe just one more little poke…

“You’re not my alpha, Micah. Don’t even think about telling me what to do.”

You were warned.

Before she could utter a word of protest, which she really didn’t want to do, he heaved her over his shoulder and began stalking through the club. Except he was going the wrong way. When he reached the rear of the club, he went through a hidden door she’d never noticed before and stormed into the alley.

She landed on her feet with bone-jarring force. Before she could think of something to say, he’d jerked her skirt up and torn her panties from her body. Her mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out.

Micah jerked his belt from his pants and wrapped it around her wrists, caging her hands over her head with one of his. Her lips parted as she watched him unfasten his pants. There was already a bead of pre-cum on the head of his c**k and she wanted to lick it off. Her gaze jerked up to clash with his. The feral look in his eyes made her heart race.

Mine. His lips crashed down on hers, his k**s both dominant and brutal. And it only made her wetter.

His free hand lifted her thigh around his h**s and as he moved in closer, his c**k brushed against her slick folds. The gentleness of their first coupling was gone. Micah was more wolf than man right now, but Bridget didn’t mind. She liked the wildness inside of him and felt her wolf responding in kind.

He thrust inside of her with one long stroke and she cried out against his lips. She felt so very full, and more aroused than she’d ever been before. She didn’t think things could possibly get hotter between them than their encounter at his house, but she’d been wrong. As he plunged inside of her again and again, she was helpless to do anything but accept him. Her nipples pebbled against her bra and she wanted to break free of her bonds so she could tear her clothes from her body. She wanted to feel him against her, skin to skin, as he claimed her once more.

Micah released her hands to reach between them and stroke her clit. She dropped her hands over his head, bringing him closer. He f****d her long and hard, the force of his thrusts bouncing her against the brick exterior of the building. She’d likely have a bruise or two later, but gods … was it worth it.

Sensations overwhelmed her and she cried out his name as her release ripped through her, sending her soaring. As her body pulsed from the sheer joy of her climax, she felt him come inside of her.

Mine, he said again.

Yes, yours, she whispered. Always yours.

He buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply. Micah jerked back, his eyes golden slits. What did you do? You smell wrong.

I had to do it. Bridget wiggled her hands until the belt fell to the ground.

What. Did. You. Do?

Don’t you see? We were never going to be equals. You’d always have all of the magick in the relationship, always be the true alpha. I was inferior.

You were never inferior. What made you think that I would want you to be anyone other than who you are? Sarcasm and all.

Micah, I just… She blew out a breath. I was furious when I found out what you’d done. When Josette told me, I wanted to march right back to the barbeque and string you up by your balls. But as I thought about it, I realized that maybe the real problem I had with the whole thing was that I didn’t feel worthy of you.

Micah opened his mouth, but she raised a hand.

“Let me finish. I’ve never felt inferior to any man before, or woman. But with you? You aren’t just an alpha male. You’re the alpha. And your position deserves respect from your pack. But why would they respect an alpha female who was merely human? As Josette pointed out to me, any of your female wolves could have challenged me and I would have been defenseless against them.”

Josette knew about this?

Don’t be angry with her. I swore her to secrecy until the time was right.

And you think now, he asked, grinding his h**s against her for emphasis, is the right time?

Well, I have your undivided attention, don’t I? She smiled.

Don’t be cute. He sniffed her again. You smell like … like the pack.

I went to the werelock. He brewed a potion for me and now I can sprout fur and a tail. He told me it wouldn’t happen until the full moon, but I accidentally discovered that I can already shift. At least, partially.

Micah withdrew from her, setting her back on her feet. Show me.

I’ve never shifted fully. I’m not sure if I can.

Take a deep breath and visualize yourself as a wolf. Feel the wind blow through your fur. He tugged at her top. But first, you might want to ditch the clothes and shoes.

Bridget looked around, making sure they were alone, before she stripped out of her clothes, setting them gently on top of a nearby crate. She took a deep breath, just like Micah had instructed, closed her eyes and tried to envision herself as a wolf. She didn’t think it would work, until suddenly she felt like her skin was prickling. Bridget cracked her eyes open and saw fine white hairs erupting through her arms.

Her eyes slammed shut again and she tried to call forth her wolf.

Pain racked her body as her bones shifted and cracked into place. She fell to her hands and knees and tried to breathe through it. As her body contorted for the final shift, she screamed out, her voice ending in a soulful howl as her wolf bounded to the forefront.

Micah knelt before her and held out his hand. She sniffed it before giving it a lick. His smile warmed her heart.

You’re beautiful, Bridget. But then I knew you would be. You’re a stunning woman and an even more gorgeous wolf. I’m going to be the envy of every wolf in the pack. I not only have a strong mate, but one who was willing to transform herself because she thought it would make her a better alpha female.

Bridget tilted her head to the side, but couldn’t really respond.

Let’s go for a run, shall we? His smile widened as he began stripping out of his clothes. He placed them with hers and then she watched his transformation from man to wolf. The process didn’t look as painful for Micah, and a moment later, a beautiful black wolf stood before her. He nuzzled her and licked her ear, walking around her to check her out from all angles.

The back door of the club opened and Josette stepped out.

Oh! Her hand went to her mouth. Oh, Bridget. You look wonderful.

Bridget yipped at her, startling a laugh from her friend.

I’ll take your clothes to my car. Yours too, Micah. If the two of you want to run back to the Alpha’s house, I’ll bring them by in the morning. She smiled. Something tells me you won’t need them before then anyway.

Bridget yipped again and then bounded out of the alley. Micah came up beside her a moment later and they took off into the night. Bridget had never felt so free, so right, until this very moment. She knew she was exactly where she was supposed to be, and was finally who she was supposed to be. For the first time in a long time, her future looked bright and exciting. And she knew the wolf beside her would make it an interesting ride.

The End