The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

It turned out that Kai couldn’t sign a contract due to his Navy commitments, but he COULD sign a release allowing them to use the photos. He did so gladly after Amy signed a one-year contract like mine. We celebrated late into that night; not only did the contract help with the young couple’s finances, it meant the two of us could make appearances together. Amy and Kai got to keep everything they modeled, and a shipment of other clothes soon followed. Amy could lose money if she got photographed in another brand of clothes, so she had a new wardrobe. That included the new design Bodyglove formalwear we wore tonight.

I heard a knock on the door, and Makani came in with Noelani dressed as the seeing-eye dog. “Time to go,” Makani said. She led us out down the stairs to where Kai and Jason King, my date tonight, waited in their full-dress Navy choker-white uniforms.

We stopped a few steps from the bottom and waited for their jaws to close. “Wow,” was all Kai could say. Jason managed to recover and greet me with a big smile. “Ladies, your chariot awaits,” he said as he bowed to us.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Amy put her arm in Kai’s as they led our group out of the Pack condo and to the waiting limo. Noelani ran ahead and jumped in the limo after my friends, and Jason helped me as I sat across from him. Makani was in her formal gown, as her date to tonights Naval Reserve Officer Training Corps Spring Ball would meet her there. Tonight’s ball was to celebrate the seniors who would soon be graduating.

After the Hawaii disaster, it took a lot to talk me into another blind date with a human. Kai vouched for Jason, who was his second in command in their unit’s Midshipmen structure. I found him to be a pleasant date and a gentleman. Jason was a Mechanical Engineering major, headed for Nuclear Power School, then the attack submarine USS Minnesota (SSN 783).

We arrived to find a waiting mob of photographers, reporters, and students curious to see me. My fame showed no sign of slacking, and word of our attendance had been all over social media. Makani exited first, her date, a freshman, leading her towards the stairs. Noelani ran out and sat next to the door, as Kai helped Amy step out. She kept one hand in his arm and the other on the dog’s harness as they smiled for the cameras. When they’d had their moment, Jason stepped out and helped me out to the cheers of the crowd. I waved at them and smiled; I was thrilled to be here at a military ball with my best friend.

We made our way up the stairs to the ballroom to the flashes of cameras. I walked next to Jason through an arch of upraised swords, then to a reception line where we met the officers and distinguished guests. Since Kai and Jason were the senior Midshipmen, we joined the line as the other guests came in.

There was a short speech by Admiral Connor Kincade, and then the dancing began. Our parents made sure Amy and I knew how to ballroom dance as young girls, and Jason was surprisingly good as a lead. We had a great time, but he wasn’t my mate.

Amy was over the moon. In Kai’s arms, she didn’t need to see; she followed his confident lead as they waltzed around the dance floor. They were such a great pair, and my heart filled with joy at seeing her this happy.

My wolf and I had gotten past the rejection; both of us glad we never bonded with Alpha Nutless. Adrienne had filled me in on the latest with the Killington Pack before I left for the airport. The Luna had stepped forward to lead the Pack after Theodore’s execution. She didn’t have a lot of help; Traci was her highest-ranking wolf now, and she had problems of her own. Many blamed her for the situation they were in; if she had stepped aside for Timothy’s fated mate, they would have had a dominant pair as Alpha heirs. Luna had not favored them since. Instead, Timothy received his first set of twenty lashes with the silver-infused whip and would remain imprisoned until he got the second. Adrienne said two Alpha-blood and two Beta-blood males had filed challenges with the Council to take on the Killington Luna or her champion, her son.

Yes, he’d been castrated, flogged, and imprisoned, but Timothy still had an Alpha mantle. He would not go down without a fight. The Council would have the contenders fight each other, with the winner getting a shot at the Killington Alpha position. There were no guarantees, but many, including me, hoped that new leadership would save that Pack. The Council had even asked me to file a challenge, and I laughed in their face. Life was doing enough to punish the mate who rejected me, and I didn’t need those headaches.

One good piece of news had come our way. We both received our compensation ordered by the Council a few days ago. I’d heard Killington had to liquidate investments and sell some properties to pay it, which was another blow to the once-successful Pack. With their finances drained and half the Pack leaving for others, Adrienne didn’t think Traci would last at Killington long enough for their child to become Alpha.

Yes, Traci got knocked up by the man she stole from me. It was even possible that I witnessed the conception just before the Summit’s Scratch and Sniff. It would be their only child, and would never hold the Alpha mantle unless they could find and kill Monique’s son. Adrienne assured me that would never happen.

I was on the dance floor until my feet ached; Jason tried a lot, but every male in the room wanted a dance with the Sharkbabe. I danced with everyone from plebes (first year NROTC midshipmen) to Admiral Kincade and took a bunch of pictures with them. Mercedes would be pleased, as social media would fill up with me in the Bodyglove design dress.

It was nearly midnight when Kai let Jason know it was time to go. We said our goodbyes, then left to climb into the limo. Kai and Amy were lost in each other, while I leaned into Jason’s chest and Makani looked out the window.

“Can we keep the night going,” Jason asked. “I know a place we can get some food and talk,” he said.

I cupped his cheek, leaning forward to kiss him. He tried to deepen it, but I pulled back. “You’re a nice man, Jason, and I enjoyed my night. You just aren’t the man for me. I can’t lead you on by telling you otherwise,” I said.

The ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ didn’t go over well, but he nodded. “I enjoyed the night as well. I hope we can be friends.”

“I would like that. My best friend is engaged to your buddy; we might see each other again.” I gave him a goodnight kiss when we returned to the condo, and he walked to his car to head back to his apartment. I had my heels off as soon as I crossed the threshold.