New Alpha – New Rules(2)

“Because I can hear the wind, you’re in that death trap of a car but you aren’t moving. Where are you?” Harper hadn’t noticed the wind but it was whistling through the window.

“Cemetery. I just told Bronson to fuck himself. I won’t be coming back.”

“Good. Punk ass jerk.” Sidney spat. “Now, I’ll be there in an hour. It’s time to start the best part of your life. Get home and get busy.” Harper started the car.

“Yeah, yeah. See you then Sid.”

“Bye sweets.” The phone beeped twice and went quiet. Sid was right. She needed to get on with her life. She was twenty-six, still young and there was still time to find an existence that wasn’t only quiet desperation.





Chapter 1


Ryder, named after the truck he was born in, was Alpha of the Green Valley pack. They were new in town and old in tradition. They bought a hundred acre farm nearby that was a green valley sort of, Ryder thought. It was more a flat expanse of field with rolling hills and trees surrounding it. The immediate ground surrounding the house was relatively flat and about forty acres, the rest was dense forest, and he had no plans to expand the wide open yard. They could hunt and play in those woods. There was a pond full of turtles and fish, and the buck staring at them the day they arrived he took as an omen. Lee had taken in down in less than a minute and they ate well for the first time in weeks. It was a long trip but they were home now.

Developers in Green Valley Montana made them an offer a few months ago that they couldn’t refuse. He’d taken the money and bought the first property he found with enough ground where they could build, hunt, and that was safe. Hunting wolves was illegal in this state for now. It was probably illegal because the humans were unaware of their existence. It wasn’t on the official record in Montana but the humans knew even if it was never spoken out loud. They knew that there was something different about their wolf problem. Around here, Joe Public probably didn’t know a wolf from a coyote from a dog. That was perfect for his pack.

Right now, there were eight males sharing two of the bedrooms, and two mated pairs taking the other two bedrooms with their pups. He’d taken the attic. It was drafty but they were working on it, the weather had been mild but chilly so far and they were patching as fast as they could. He’d spent last night on a couch that was left behind under a quilt that was left with it. It’d been lumpy and scratchy. The drafty attic was just too breezy for him by midnight so he’d hit the crappy couch. Tonight he planned on shifting and sleeping in the surrounding woods if a better opportunity didn’t come along. First things first though. It was a long, hard week moving and getting settled. He needed a beer, and a shot. He definitely needed a shot. Maybe a nice willing female that would let him spend the night in her comfortable bed. Urg! He had to stop thinking that way.

He’d had a willing female back in Green Valley, but she wasn’t nice. Just before they’d left Montana he found out just how willing she was with anyone else that was also willing. A growl rumbled through him. Slut. What did he expect from a woman that had screwed him in the back of a pickup truck ten minutes after they’d met?

Fiona had ruined the plans he’d had and luckily he hadn’t shared them with anyone or he would never save face. He was going to ask her for something more permanent. He’d gone to her house to give her the ‘we belong together speech’ but when he’d arrived, he’d heard the two of them.

The upstairs windows were open with the sheers fluttering in the breeze the same way they had a week earlier when it was him up there grunting over her. “Yeah baby, fuck me harder.” She’d cried while he stood there with his hands on his hips growling low in his chest. They were the same words that he’d heard her say a week ago. He was happy that no one saw him standing there in the afternoon sunshine looking up at that window while he’d listened to them rut. He let out a pent up breath. His wolf was not happy about her all along but when he turned to leave it felt happier and lighter. He knew it was the right decision.

An Alpha needed a mate though and she’d been compatible enough. If he didn’t mate soon, his pack would lose respect and faith in him. A mated Alpha was a stronger Alpha. He’d gone home, packed the last of his things and the caravan rolled out of town. Fiona probably didn’t know that he’d left town yet, they’d been gone less than a week, and she wouldn’t start looking for him until tonight. He was her Friday night man. Not anymore. Never again. No more playing around. Next time it was permanent. From now on, he was only looking for a mate. Well, after he had a comfy bed, till then anything was fair game.