6: Michael

Dina’s POV

“Wh-what are you doing here?!” Michael stuttered, gawking at me as if he’d just seen a ghost.

“I, erm, work---here,” I shrugged, not knowing how else to explain the situation. Especially the way the alpha kept shooting glances between me and Michael. Did I say something wrong?

“I see you know my Beta,” he gruffly commented. I simply nodded, not understanding why he would be angry about that. Wasn’t anyone supposed to know that I lived here?

That's when it finally hit me and I paled. Shit! Of course, no one was supposed to know. The alpha was unmated! And I was unmated. And his maid! Holy crape, that was going to spin so many juicy rumors, I was already turning red just thinking about it.

Fuck, I was such an airhead sometimes!

“Yes,” Michael continued, not noticing/ignoring Alpha Stone’s glare before he flashed his million-dollar smile at me; the same one I’d fallen for what felt like a lifetime ago. “Dina and I used to date.”

“I was younger then,” I joked, trying to ease off the tension. It had been 4 years since then, and he was my first "serious" boyfriend. I'd been 14 at the time and he'd been 17, so it was more like childish play. But you never really forget your first boyfriend…

He hadn’t changed much; grown a bit more muscles perhaps, but he paled in comparison to Alpha Stone. Although a bit older, Alpha Stone was a mountain of muscles, while the beta was--- a small hill or a very tall tree. I don’t know where the urge came from to compare them. Michael was a couple of inches taller than Stone, but it was clear that Stone was the alpha, nevertheless. Michael didn’t have that aura of authority about him that Alpha Stone did or his natural demand for respect. Being a Beta simply suited my ex better, and from the looks of it, he was happy about it too.

“And now you’re all grown up,” Michael smirked, clearly getting the wrong picture. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No,” Alpha Stone casually replied, not slipping one hint of emotion into his statement, while I choked on my lemon water.

“Godd---ess, n-no!” I coughed and spat and tried to breathe all at the same time, while franticly waving my hand in denial. “I-I-I’m serious! I-I work here! As a maid!”

“A maid, eh?” Michael echoed, amusement clear on his face. He didn’t believe me. And just to get it in writing, he then turned to Alpha Stone, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “Really?”

My face went from being all shades of pink to all shades of white after that comment. Oh, fuck! I could never show my face in public again…

But to everyone’s surprise, Alpha Stone put down his utensils and got up. Even Michael stepped back when he came face to face with his alpha.

“My office. Now!” Alpha Stone growled and before Michael could interject, he was already out the door.

*

Levi’s POV

My wolf was vivid and wanted to bite Mick’s head off. Here we were, having a quiet dinner and a good time, and he had to come busting in! In all fairness, it was Sunday, and Aunt Sally – Michael’s mom and mine, after my own mother died – always gathered all her children on Sunday to eat dinner. It was the only day of the week when positions, jobs, and even school took second priority.

But seriously?! What were the odds that my beta and my maid once dated? And did that bother me more than Mick’s disrespect? I couldn’t really decide…

“So,” Mick said, dragging out the ‘o’ and was still shamelessly suggesting that there was more going on between me and my ‘maid’ than any of us let on. “Going to tell me what’s really going on?”

I mentally groaned. If this was my brother’s reaction, I couldn’t wait to see what everybody else was going to say (note the sarcasm!). Not that I gave a shit about my still unmated situation, but I was starting to think that perhaps this wasn’t the best idea I'd had. She-wolves hungry for power were in every pack and several of them had found their way into my spare bed. And hey, don’t judge! They were easy and sometimes a man just needed a shag! But if they caught wind of Dina’s position in my home… That could not only endanger her but would also make her the subject to a lot of bad tongues.

Why had I agreed to this? I mean, the maid thing just popped up, the second I knew I was going to help her, but---why? I didn’t owe her anything and I didn’t know her. I certainly didn’t owe her brother anything!

So why?

I could readily admit that she was easy on the eyes. Actually, scratch that. She was stunning! One of the most beautiful creatures I’d ever sat eyes on before! Hell, even my wolf dropped his jaw when he first saw her. Her fine, fitted curves; her huge, revealing eyes, and the natural sway of her perky ass when she walked into shit… Even the way she pouted, when she apologized, was sensual and sexy. And the funny part was, that she was adorably clueless about it. I bet when she looked into the mirror, all she saw was an average ‘Jane’, while every male (wolf or not!) saw a Pamela Anderson-worthy p**n star.

Hmm? Maybe I'd been thinking with my dick, when I decided to let her stay? And the more I thought about it, the more sense it made, than the bullshit speech I gave her at the office. I mean--- Let her live in my personal home?! Hell, had it been another pack member, I’d placed them in the Packhouse...

Dah!

“Remember Dylan?”, I asked, leaning back in my chair while Mick dumped his tall frame onto the sofa.

“Dylan Ridley? How could I forget?” Mick scoffed, rolling his eyes at the memory. I sighed. Yeah, not one of my brightest moments, but before I could say anything else, Mick suddenly snapped at me: “You’re not---?”

“That’s his sister,” I cut him off before he got any bright ideas.

Dylan Ridley was a dark chapter in my life. He was younger, so I should have been the wiser party. But if nothing else, Dylan was known for his silver tongue. In a club in a human town, he’d convinced me to try and drink blood.

Vampire blood.

It was like drugs for werewolves, although few admitted to using the substance. Werewolves and vampires were – after all – natural enemies. Drinking their blood was not only frowned upon, but it was also illegal. Not to mention, highly addictive.

And that’s what happened to me.

It took months for my family to finally get me to see the true nature of what was happening to me. I cut ties with Dylan and that environment. I slowly got better but I still could feel the hunger inside me. The want to just--- feel something! anything other than this burning hatred inside me. The rage and bloodlust...

It had been years, but still, every time I left the pack, I knew Aunt Sally was worried that I’d have a relapse. After all, the euphoria that came with the high could easily even make me forget my past and feel happy. Even if it was only for a little while…

“Dina is Dylan’s sister?!” Mick exclaimed, his eyes so wide, I was wondering if his eyeballs would drop out of their sockets. But he quickly turned his head, as he used to when he was thinking, and stupidly remarked: “Oh! That would explain the common surname.”

I shook my head.

“For someone who was a straight-A student,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief at my Beta. “You’re the dumbest person I know. You dated her and didn’t know she had a brother?”

“You didn’t know he had a sister!” Mick tried to fire back.

“I didn’t fucking date him,” I deadpanned, earning a scowl from Mick. My wolf didn’t particularly like that and wanted to lash out. Wanted to demand respect. I gritted my teeth and forced the animal back under control.

Stupid beast!

“And that’s beside the point,” I quickly changed the subject, hoping to distract my wolf. “He came here last night and dropped her off. Claimed that he was in over his head and he’d be back to get her in two weeks’ time.”

“He’s always in way over his head,” Mick scoffed--- and if I didn’t cut him off, I bet he’d gladly remind me how I became Dylan’s personal piggy bank back then…

“I know,” I barked, annoyed that we couldn’t just get to the point so I could go back downstairs and have my dinner with Dina. “I let her stay as my maid, to avoid any embarrassment for her. But I’m also honestly worried about what Dylan has now gotten himself into. And indirectly her.”

“Want me to look into it?” Mick asked, and took out his phone before I answered.

“Discreetly,” I said, watching as he tapped away at his phone. Why someone with alpha blood and having been Beta for all his adult life, still needed a ‘to-do list was beyond me. “He said that he had gotten it bad with some vampires,” I continued, ignoring Mick’s mental incapability. He did his job and he did it well; the way he went about it didn’t really concern me. “If it doesn’t concern the pack, the guy can burn in hell for all I care. But I will not let him drag anyone down with him.”

“I understand,” Mick finished and looked up. “But what the hell do I tell mom?”

Hmm? It had better be a very good excuse or she’d have my hide. Alpha or not, you didn’t mess with Aunt Sally’s family dinner! Or you’d get stuck with potato peeling duty for life. Perhaps it was best if I just---

Nah, I thought, remembering Dina’s almost panicked state and her crash into the front door, trying to save face. Besides, I liked her company, simply because she didn’t continually try and flirt with me. Or tried getting into my pants and thereby getting the Luna position! Which, considering how hot she was, didn’t bother me for some reason…

Had I finally had my fill of women and turned gay? I wondered--- and could practically feel my wolf roll his eyes at me. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s not how you turn gay…

“Tell her I’m having dinner with my maid,” I shrugged and got up, to rejoin her downstairs.