Alpha Industries: 3 Short Stories

By Jane Perky

3 Short Stories. 3 successful brothers. 3 Alphas searching for their mates…

TAKE ME HARD

Tom: I didn't come back to my hometown of Cherry Harding only to attend my father's funeral. From the moment I first saw Buck Mosley, I knew he was the 'one'. The spirited little human doesn't know it yet, but I always get what I want. 

Buck thinks this is just a one-night stand, but I'm thinking in terms of till death do us part. By the end of the night, this little sexy spitfire will no longer want any other man, because he'll be begging me to take him hard. 

RIDE ME HARD

Dick: My car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, but that's the least of my worries when my wolf scents a delectable human mechanic. Handsome little Erick Sutton has had a crush on me since high school. 

He's all grown up now and my wolf knows he's mine. Erick thinks all I want is a hook-up, but he's wrong. My restless nights of searching for my mate are over. I want Erick ready for me. By the end of the night, he'll want me to ride him hard and never let him go.

LOVE ME HARD

Harry: I might be the last unmated Harding brother, but I don't have any plans of settling down soon. A lone wolf does what he wants, isn't caged by anyone…until the day I meet Rusty. 

Confident, snarky and sexy, Rust is everything I want in a mate. But Rust thinks a manwhore can't easily change in one day. Well, I'm about to prove him wrong. By the end of one night, I'm going to stake my claim on Rust, take him, ride him and love him hard.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jane Perky
• Release date: Dec 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393880363

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Take Me Hard

Three successful brothers. Three Alphas searching for their mates...

Tom: I didn’t come back to my hometown of Cherry Harding only to attend my father’s funeral. From the moment I first saw Buck Mosley, I knew he was the ‘one’. The spirited little human doesn’t know it yet, but I always get what I want.

Buck thinks this is just a one-night stand, but I’m thinking in terms of till death do us part. By the end of the night, this little sexy spitfire will no longer want any other man, because he’ll be begging me to take him hard. 

Chapter 1

The ringing phone woke Tom Harding from his sleep. Groaning at the fourth time it rang, Tom untangled himself from his latest conquest. Seeing the night sky through the view of his penthouse bedroom suite, he growled. Plucking the cordless phone, he snarled his displeasure through the receiver.

Whoever the hell you are, calling at three in the morning, you better have a good reason.

Tom? This is Buck Mosley, don’t know if you remember me—

Little Buck? Of course, I do. Tom straightened up in bed at the familiar sound of Buck’s voice. 

He was decidedly, but not surprisingly, awake. Before moving into the city and running the R&D branch of his father’s multi-million dollar industry, Tom and his two brothers, Dick and Harry, were raised in the small town of Cherry Harding. Buck is two years younger, but they went to the same school. God. It had been eight years since he last saw Buck. Almost a decade and Tom still wondered how the little firecracker’s lips would taste like. Did Buck still have that damn fine and tight little ass?

Last Tom heard, Buck ran the chain of local restaurants his father acquired. Not surprising, given the town was named after Tom’s ancestors. The Harding family was practically royalty back in Cherry Harding. Buck, Tom remembered, didn’t give a flying fuck Tom carried the family name—which made Tom want him even more.

Please don’t call me that, Buck sounded annoyed on the phone, and then fell silent. He took a deep breath. Tom, I don’t know any easy way to say this, but Mr. Harding passed away last night in his sleep.

There was only one Mr. Harding Buck was referring to. Diagnosed with lung cancer a few years back, Burl Harding finally decided to leave the running of his business empire to his three sons and return to the family hometown. Tom’s stomach clenched. His father looked better the last time he visited—only a week ago.

Tom, are you still there? Buck asked.

Burl Harding didn’t raise fools. He always taught his sons to set their priorities straight. Tom breathed in and out. Panic later, do what needs to be done.

I’ll call Dick and Harry—

I already called them earlier. Dick’s flying in this morning and helping with the arrangements.

Called me last, eh? I see your dislike of me hasn’t changed, Tom joked. Poor form to put that bit in, but he always used humor when he was sad or depressed. It seemed like Buck knew it too because Buck became all quiet again.

I never disliked you, Tom. Just come home. 

Thanks, Buck. I’ll take the first flight out. Tom put the receiver down. For a moment, he looked around his bedroom. As a werewolf, he didn’t need the lights to make out all his lavish and pricey furnishings. Even the model in his bed screamed hard to maintain. A guy whose name Tom couldn’t remember.

Was Tom so far in the glitz and glam, he couldn’t remember his roots? He ran a hand over his hair and padded out of the room, cell phone in hand. Tom made all the necessary calls, quickly telling his business partners he wouldn’t be available the next few days.  

News of his father’s death shook him to the core. Lately, with so many things going on with the company, all he did was work. Work and insert one-night stands here and there. Hard not to be focused on the business his grandfather and father built, especially with the economic recession. Still, it was no excuse. Tom was ashamed of not being there in his father’s room during his dying moments.

Hearing his phone ring and seeing Harry’s name, Tom picked up.

Hey, bro. Guess you heard, huh? Harry sounded hoarse on the other end. He wouldn’t cry, none of them would, because Burl raised them all to be hard. As three lone Alphas without a pack, they made the business their pack instead. Their father wasn’t the greatest dad in the world, but Burl Harding raised them the only way he knew how.

When are you flying to Cherry Harding? Tom asked.

This afternoon, I’ve just got a few things to clear up. 

Tom heard an unfamiliar moan on the other end, probably Harry’s latest boy toy. Growing up in a world full of adults and tutors, Tom and his brothers only had each other. They were close, despite living in different cities to run the different branches of Alpha Industries.

I’ll meet you and Dick there then, Harry said. 

Yeah, save all the funny stories for the funeral, Tom joked. 

Although what funny stories, Tom didn’t know. Burl raised them as heirs to a multi-million dollar business and treated every rare outing as an opportunity to learn the ropes of Alpha Industries. They had no funny or heart-warming stories to tell. Not that Tom or his brothers were bitter. 

No, they learned the other stuff on their own. Child-rearing was a difficult business, especially for a single parent. Their mother, Jenna, died giving birth to Harry. Jenna met their father during a local pack meeting. The couple eloped, eventually leaving the pack to make their way. Well, Tom hoped his father was reunited with the woman he loved. Not much could be said for him and his brothers.