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*** Manzitti ***

Slayne and Ivan have not been back to my apartment, and I do not know whether to be even more annoyed than I was or relieved that at least I will not have to listen to them frolicking. I just feel so restless and agitated tonight and my wolf, Roman, is also on edge. What’s wrong, boy? I ask him but he is confused and cannot answer me. 

I have several car showrooms. For the last five years we have been expanding into the human territory and I am due to visit one of the newer ones today. Once I am showered and dressed, I wait for Beta Ivan to come for the morning meeting before making my way to the car showroom. Hopefully, I will be done there by 10.30am. 

Beta Ivan does not turn up and I mindlink him and Slayne and tell them to get into my office and my sister has the gall to growl at me. Kind of busy here Aidy, we are pulling sickies until my heat is done. I know she is trying to punish me for hitting Ivan yesterday and in the cold light of day I know I am being unreasonable. But I do not get it: they are destined for each other so why do they both resist it? 

I summon Gamma Ellis again and I feel like I am taking an excitable puppy with me. I think he might be too young for the big responsibility that will come as soon as the Moon Goddess blesses me with my mate. I am not sure he is the right boy for the job. 

I take my Range Rover. The customers always appreciate overpriced eye candy, though I would prefer to run in my wolf form any day. 

As I am driving, a security alert comes through. “A vehicle belonging to Halle Morales has been parked outside the showroom for twenty minutes. A male has fled on foot, but a female remains inside. It looks like she is crying.” 

There are extra contingents on their way, I am only a couple of minutes away, so I go directly there and jump out at the front of the showroom and leave Ellis to park my car. I go straight into the back office. 

“Alpha, Alpha.” They all stop and bow when they see me. 

“Get out of my way and show me the CCTV, we can do pleasantries when the Spanish Mafia isn’t staking us out.” 

The grainy image on the screen shows a small woman who appears to be fixing her makeup in the rear-view mirror, probably to hide the fact she has just spent twenty minutes crying. My wolf starts to whine, and I wonder if this is the reason why he has been restless? Maybe he could sense there was going to be an attack? 

I watch as the woman gets out of the car; she looks tiny. Go to her, go now, Roman instructs me and I have got to admit I want to go to this petite goddess. I want to know who she is and what her name is and why she is here. 

Go NOW! We will miss her. Roman is trying to take control. I manage to force him back down but to appease him and myself, I go back into the showroom. As I smell her, the most delicious smell of orange blossom floods my senses and I feel like I float towards her. Roman purrs in satisfaction and it is almost like an out of body experience. I am watching myself run to her. 

It's her, she is finally here for us! Roman knows who she is, but I’m still clueless. 

Help me out here buddy, who is she? I decide to ask if we’ve met before, but she timidly says no, she is here to lease a car, she has an appointment. 

Roman starts to howl: Mate! At last, it’s our mate! 

Wow, my fated mate is a tiny human girl. A beautiful and tantalisingly intriguing human. 

“You are so beautiful, you are mine!” I go to kiss her and get the shock of my life when she slaps me across the face. 

“No, I am fucking not, I belong to no one.” 

*** Slayne *** 

It’s one thing to get cock-blocked by my big brother, I can understand and accept that on some level, but getting cock-blocked by Halle fucking Morales, the Spanish Don’s daughter, is beyond a joke. 

I’m kneeling in the middle of Ivan’s double bed where he had just lifted me back up, lifting my ass high up in the air and exposing my weeping goods to him. He smacks my bare ass with his large, rough hand, and I feel the tingles rush from where his hand makes contact directly to my feminine core, resulting in a strong, loud moan from me. “Tell me what you want, Slayne, or I’ll leave you hanging all day. Your pussy is getting fuck all from me until you open your pretty mouth and tell me.” 

He best shut his mouth and screw me so hard he rearranges my guts for me. “Fine, I’ll find someone else with a big cock to come and fill me up, I’m not fussy.” My words have the desired effect; in a moment of weakness and insecurity, Ivan lays claim to me by thrusting into my wet and wanting hole and it’s exactly what I needed. 

Our skin slapping together is like a talisman, our own beat to work with. “Tell me Slayne, do you really think any other man is going to make you feel like I make you feel? Do you think there is any man out there who can give you exactly what you want and need?” 

He leans down, not wavering in his pace and presses two fingers to my throbbing bundle of nerves. The first trembles of my orgasm start to build until Ivan removes his fingers. 

“Oh no you don’t. Tell me, Slayne, or I warn you now, I will tease you all day long and I will make sure you do not cum until you admit I am the only man who can make you feel this way.” Fuck, he is sexy as hell when he is all macho and demanding like that, but I’ll never give in to him and his demands, who does he think he is? And more importantly, who does he think I am? No man owns me. I will never give any man that power. 

“Fine, I’ll sort myself out.” I roll away from him and grab my vibrator out of my bag. I will finish the job myself and then hot foot it home. 

“Get back here now!” He growls low at me, so I shake my head at him and press the buzzing phallus to my sensitive bud. “That orgasm belongs to me, Slayne, get back here now, let me finish the job. I won’t make you say anything.” 

I continue to shake my head at him as the tension builds throughout my core. Self-service is nowhere near as good as the real thing but this is a lesson to Ivan. I am the boss and he better not forget it. 

We might be fated mates, but I will be damned if I turn into a whimpering fair mManzitti. I am the daughter of Alpha John Goldrick and the Sister of Alpha Manzitti Goldrick; there is Alpha blood pumping through my veins and I would rather die a thousand deaths than depend on a man. 

I ensure when I cum that I moan long and hard. I can tell Ivan is angry, but right now I do not care. “I am here with you because I thought you understood. I can do this without you, or you can have some fun with me, but don’t fucking dare demand things from me, Ivan. I am my own person and I will not bow down to you because some draconian phenomenon says so.” 

He raises his eyebrows at me. I start to get dressed but my body is ravaged by the discomfort of my heat. “Come here. Now, Slayne!” I continue to ignore him, but I end up curled up on my side in agony. 

“For fucks sake, let me help you, why do you always have to push me away? Fine, we are nothing more than fuck buddies. Goddess you infuriate me, Slayne. Now let me help.” 

I relent; I kid myself that it is just because of my heat. I do not need Ivan or any other man for that matter, but a nice pummelling from behind, well that is just one friend helping another out. 

We get back to kneeling. “Like this?” he asks quietly and I nod my agreement to him. He lines his thick shaft up to my wanting hole and starts to press into me. He thrusts two or three times before the alert sounds all over the pack house. 

“Spanish Mafia spotted casing the western car showroom. The Alpha is on site and requires immediate assistance.” 

Ivan leaves me hanging and by the time I have sat down he has his pants and shoes on and is pulling a t-shirt on. “Come on, Slayne, we’ve got to go, NOW!” 

I quickly throw my clothes on, all the while cursing Halle Morales for ruining my sex life. The stupid bitch! 

*** Ivan *** 

Day two of Slayne’s heat and apart from Manzitti being a nob and punching me, it’s been amazing. She is mine, all mine and mine alone and when she is vulnerable like this, I can almost pretend she has submitted to me and our fated mates bond. I can almost pretend until she opens her motor mouth and then there is no pretending. 

Slayne is “An Independent Woman” and therefore likes to maintain that she needs no man and will never give in to our ancestral customs. We found out we were fated mates almost seven years ago and I had to beg her not to reject me. Fuck, I had been waiting for her for so long and then find she was right under my nose the whole time. 

Until the moment I discovered she was my mate, she was the annoying little sister of my future Alpha and best friend, Manzitti. The day of her 18th birthday came and the tantalising smell of caramel and chocolate filled my senses, knocking me sideways. 

As I looked into her beautiful green eyes, I saw the alarm growing in them, so I reached out and stroked her cheek, the sparks from our bodies lighting up and tingling across both of our skins. I looked at her in amazement: had her skin always been so soft and clear? Had her lips always been that plump and red and kissable? 

“What the fuck are you gawping at, Ivan?” she demanded of me. As I said: motor mouth. I gave her my most dashing smile and then I whispered into her ear. 

“Mine! You are mine Slayne!” I expected her to be excited: at that point I was a future Beta, well respected and seasoned as a warrior. I had sewn my wild oats for sure but now my fated mate was here, I would forsake all others and be hers from today until my dying day. 

“You know I don’t conform to all that crap, Ivan, so stop looking at me with goo-goo eyes. I am not yours; I don’t want to be yours.” The pain of my heart ripping threatened to overcome me, but I vowed I would get this woman to be mine. The Moon Goddess has declared us destined, compatible and equal. Slayne just needed to realise that I was here for the long haul, that I would never leave, and she would come around. 

Fast forward almost seven years later and she is still leading me on the same merry dance. I am fast approaching 30 years old, I want to settle, I want a family but Slayne still does not trust me enough to even call me her boyfriend. I am her fuck buddy and that’s it. 

I pull into the car showroom; it doesn’t look like there is anything amiss, until Slayne points out Halle Morales’ car parked up. Could it be a bomb? Or a diversion? I link Manzitti to find out. 

Alpha, I am outside with Lieutenant Slayne Goldrick. What is your status? 

I do not expect to hear his groan or the laughter of our new Gamma, Ellis. False alarm, go home, Manzitti replies, and I think that is rude seeing as we have just dropped everything to get here as fast as lightning. 

Why are you laughing, kid? I think I will just goad Manzitti a touch before we leave, and his answering growl indicates I succeeded. 

A human slapped Alpha after he tried to kiss her, it was hilarious. I hear an involuntary growl off Slayne and she is out of my car, swooping in on the showroom. I quickly park the car and run after her. 

“Who had the audacity to slap my brother? Who raised their hand to the Alpha?” I watch in horror as I am too late to stop Slayne from losing her shit in front of every human in that showroom. 

“Stand down, Slayne.” Manzitti is out of the office, using his Alpha authority so Slayne has no option but to submit to her brother. 

It was a mistake, my own fault. I won’t try to kiss another human without permission again, now can you just leave? Manzitti’s mindlink intrigues me even further. 

Why did you try to kiss a human, Manzitti? I thought the Spanish Mafia were about to attack? The silence that follows is deadly and yet oh so telling. 

She is my mate. 

And now I know why Gamma Ellis could not stop laughing, the Moon Goddess is obviously challenging Manzitti by sending him a human mate. 

It was not until I heard the whole sorry tale that I realised how much the Moon Goddess was challenging him.