Filed to story: Luna Lovette and Alpha Kodak Story
Keeping his head bowed, Kirk rose from his seat and stalked out of the kitchen. Brock gave Kodak an apologetic smile and then followed after his son.
“You’re right,” Lovette said to Grace who was taking Kirk’s now vacant seat, “he is an asshole.”
“We’ll be leaving here in a couple of hours to head to the meeting with the Mediator,” Kodak told her. “In the meantime I’ll be in my office, but there’ll be plenty of people around if you need anything.”
Yeah, all of whom are hoping I die a painful death very soon. “I wouldn’t have pictured you as the type to have an office.”
“I have investments in a number of different businesses and I like to keep an eye on them. Feel free to wander round or whatever.”
“I will once I’ve been for a run.”
The eagerness in her voice surprised him. “You still have that need even though you’re latent?”
“My wolf gets restless and uncomfortable if I don’t. She still craves that feeling of being free, the kind that comes from running with other wolves.” Although these wolves were only temporarily her pack, her wolf wasn’t affected by that.
Kodak couldn’t imagine how difficult it would be to be latent. He wasn’t sure who would have gone crazy first, him or his wolf. The fact that Lovette was not only sane, but free of bitterness and hatefulness demonstrated just how strong a person she was.
As he sat sipping the remainder of his coffee, he watched her chewing on a piece of bacon. Such a simple sight and yet he couldn’t move his eyes from her. There was such an effortless sensuality to her movements. Each one was graceful, almost fluid. The way she chewed her food and licked that carnal mouth had his cock so hard he could probably hammer nails with it.
Dante’s eyes were helplessly glued to her – something which Kodak wasn’t pleased about, but couldn’t blame him for. Even his enforcers seemed to begrudgingly admire her innate grace. She really was the most sensual creature he had ever seen. The fact that she was totally without vanity and completely oblivious to how provocative she was only increased her attraction. She was truly nothing like any of the women he had been with in the past.
“Kodak?!”
Definitely nothing like the female who was currently heading toward the kitchen.
Once, he had fucked the woman once and yet ever since that night four years ago Selma had acted as though she had rights to him. He’d kind of hoped that she would have moved on by now, but apparently the universe thought it would be more fun this way.
“An ex?” Lovette was surprised at just how much the idea irked her.
“For her to be an ex, there would’ve been some kind of relationship to begin with.”
“In other words, she’s someone you used to fuck?”
“I like to think of her as more of a mistake.”
“Kodak, is it true?” demanded Selma as she stomped inside with Hope at her side. Instantly Selma’s nostrils flared as she took in the other scents in the room. Her head whipped round to face Lovette. Kodak watched as Lovette smiled warmly at her, but there was something dark in that smile, something that warned Selma to be very careful.
Lovette cocked her head at the females. Oh Lydia hadn’t been kidding when she said they were living tributes to Barbie complete with peroxide blonde hair, fake tan and an overabundance of make-up. The taller of the two lowered her eyes at the sight of Lovette, but Kodak’s ‘mistake’ was mightily pissed. Good.
Selma’s focus quickly returned to him. “You mated her? You actually mated her?”
“Why are you so surprised? I told each of you about my plan at our last pack meeting.”
“Yeah but I never thought you’d really do it! She’s a
Warner.
And I just…I thought that you and me would mate.”
Several snorts snatched Kodak’s attention. He watched as Dante, his enforcers, Grace and Lydia all exchanged glances that said Selma was obviously delusional.
Selma planted her hands on her hips. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
Kodak held his hand out invitingly to Lovette. Smiling, she crossed the room and let him pull her onto his lap. “Lovette, Selma. Selma, Lovette.”
“Oh I’m just Selma to you now?”
She was only ever just Selma to him. Of course he had known that she was hoping he’d mate her and she would have the position of Alpha female. He hadn’t known that she thought she had a chance.
Lovette rolled her eyes. “I suppose this is the part where you enlighten me about how you’re his ex – perhaps even the love of his life – and then I’m supposed to feel insanely jealous. Sorry, but it’s just too early in the morning for me to muster that kind of response. Maybe you should try again later.” Though that wasn’t to say that Lovette wasn’t tempted to slap her purely for having touched Kodak – as idiotic as that was.
“Seriously, Kodak, you can’t honestly have mated her.
She’s not even your type. I mean she’s thin. And mouthy. And small. Even her boobs are on the small side.”
“I have nice feet.”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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