Chapter 5

Aubrey

      Flirting with the super sexy best friend of my father was never what I intended, but I’ve been doing it all day. I can’t help it if he makes me feel needy. I want him so badly! But first, I need to be as honest with him as I can be. 

     “I’m a little shy about my story. It’s embarrassing,” I say timidly. “I’m going to tell you a story about two very different but close twins.”

    I wait while my stomach flip flops and he leans in to whisper, “You don’t have to tell me anything that makes you uncomfortable, princess.”

    “You’ll want to hear this. Especially if you find me as attractive as I find you,” I whisper back. 

     He leans back and smiles broadly before saying, “What gave you the impression I find you attractive? Aren’t you a naughty girl for finding a man twice your age attractive?”

     “The tent in your pants is a dead giveaway, Alpha,” I purr. “I might be naughty, but I think you are too.”

     He laughs and places a hand on my knee then whispers, “I could be so much more naughty, but I am doing my best to behave. You make that very difficult, princess.”

     “First. I’m not as much of a princess as you think! Second, I’m not trying to seduce you, but everything about you fills me with desire from your beautiful eyes to the richness of your voice and the way it gets raspy to the superb clothing choices you made today,” I say.

      I sit up tall and take a deep breath. 

      “It starts with a set of twins. One was daddy’s sweet girl and the other the little boy who loves pink and dresses. Our mother was worried, but father said we should be allowed freedom to express who we are. Both parents raised us to be proud of who we are. We got teased for being half Asian and half Caucasian by humans in highschool and college, We got teased or excluded by werewolves from the moment we first met Wilson Jefferies and Samuel Toddington at the park near our home. Wilson continued all through school his favorite names for me were ‘Foxy’ and ‘Bitch’ always with an insult, order or threat attached, but he was the Alpha Heir so no one bothered to correct him, even when he reached up my skirt to prove what most people knew already,” I say with red cheeks and teary eyes.

      “Aubrey, you don’t have to continue. I’m your father’s best friend. You didn’t think I knew already?” Adonis asks.

      “He pulled my panties down and showed the entire cafeteria my cock,” I cry. “Not even six months later, I found out who my mate was and I was horrified because I had been taught to honor and trust the mate bond, but Wilson Jefferies was the opposite of what I wanted in a mate. He was mean and selfish and cruel and speciesist. He rejected me in the middle of the school dance. He walked right up to me and rejected me in front of the entire school.”

      “I’m so sorry, Aubrey. Not all Alphas are like that. I promise. Some of us are working for shifter equality and don’t care what species or gender our mate is,” Adonis says, wrapping an arm around me gently, but keeping his body pulled away from mine. “Jules, my mate. He was a shifter, but he was only part werewolf. He was also a coyote. Coywolf shifters are rare.”

     “Your mate was a man?” I ask.

     “That is what you got from that?” Adonis chuckles. “I wondered when I saw your long legs and perfect, perky ass where you hide your dick in those tiny panties, but I knew asking would cross a line that can’t be uncrossed. I am probably crossing it too much already and I need to give you time and space to adjust to working with me and living in California.”

     “Adonis, I shouldn’t have come here,” I say, sadly. 

     “No, Little Kitten. I’m glad that you did,” he whispers and his lips brush mine ever so lightly.

      It’s not quite a kiss, but a whisper of a kiss. 

      My cock throbs and I want his hands and mouth all over me.

      “You smell so good, Little Kitten,” Adonis groans and runs his nose up my neck. “I need to go get sleep before I do something you might regret.”

      He pulls away abruptly and stands.

      “I can make my own way to my apartment, thanks,” I say with a huff. 

      I know he is just trying to be proper, but it angers me. I stand and storm off for the elevator down one level to my apartment.

      ‘Mmmm…what's that delectable smell?’ my fox, Shiro, asks.

      ‘Not that you care, but it’s the man we work for,’ I reply.

      ‘He smells sooo good,’ Shiro says.

      ‘That’s the first thing you say in over six years and you have to be captain obvious!?’ I snap at my fox. ‘If you think he smells delicious you should see what he looks like.’

       ‘I will now that I have hibernated enough,’ Shiro mewls.

       ‘Six years of silent treatment and you napping or preening is more than hibernation,’ I reply. ‘It’s not my fault he rejected us. Wilson is a speciesist prick!’

       ‘Why would he be our fated mate , then?’ Shiro asks.

       ‘I don’t know,’ I sigh.

        I enter my apartment and Step out of my platform Mary Jane shoes. I wash my face and get into my favorite cropped tank and running shorts before realizing it might be too late to facetime Avery, but shoot her a text.

              Me: He’s even better looking in person and smells divine!

              Avery: Spill! I want all the deets!

      I tell her what he smells like and how no photos catch the twinkle in his eyes or the brief smirk that crosses his lips when he’s got a great idea and all the subtle things you only notice in person. Then she asks the most dangerous questions…

             Avery: So do you want him to fuck you, or what? Do you think Daddy would approve if you got together?

      While most everyone my age knows about my rejection and most of New York’s top werewolves, I never told Dad I had a mate and was rejected.

      He still thinks I haven’t met my mate.