Alpha's Demiwolf

By Gale Stanley

Kya: I’m a demiwolf -- half wolf, half human, and both species despise my weird mix of genes. Despite the fact I strip for a living, I’ve hung on to my virginity for twenty-two years. Until I got knocked up by a big, bad wolf. Now, I’m going to bring another demiwolf into the world, but his father will never know.

Levi: I’m all wolf, and Alpha of my pack, committed to keeping our bloodlines pure. Then on the night of my bachelor party, I hooked up with a stripper. I just wanted to teach the demiwolf a lesson, but the sex set me on fire. My wolf claimed her and now I can’t get her out of my head. But what if she won’t accept me?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Oct 4, 2019

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Chapter One

Levi

By the time we hit the last club on our bar crawl, I was hungry for action. So far, the talent had been underwhelming, but now my expectations soared. Show ’n Tails had never failed to impress me before. It’s no gentleman’s club, just a down-at-the-heels titty bar, but it has the most athletic pole dancers I’ve ever seen. The club is open 24/7 and the management didn’t discriminate. As long as a customer had deep pockets, they didn’t care if he was a testosterone-fueled wolf-shifter who wanted to finger the merchandise or bust a few tables.

I had high hopes that my bachelor party would end with excessive fucking. Not that it mattered. This wasn’t one last fuck before the wedding. In my world, screwing around doesn’t end with marriage. The same doesn’t hold true for she-wolves. Our women are held to a different standard. Enforced monogamy is the rule, and for good reasons. She-wolves are in short supply and we strive to keep our bloodlines pure. Yes, we’re possessive hypocrites. It’s not fair but that’s the way it is.

The limo deposited us at the front door. Samson, my beta and best man, handed some cash to the bleary-eyed bouncer and we stumbled inside. The bright spotlights, loud music, and pungent aroma of human pheromones sent me into sensory overload, but it was all good. The place had sentimental value and being there brought back personal memories.

My father took me to Show ’n Tails when I was a cub and he was pack Alpha. My mother knew, but she turned the other cheek. Learning about sex from a hooker or a stripper has always been an accepted part of a male’s education for wolf-shifters. In fact, it’s compulsory for Alphas and I was well educated. The old man took me back many times. He doesn’t fuck around anymore, but I still like to come back with my boys.

A little blonde wearing bikini bottoms and nothing else showed us to a table for four. She leaned over and shoved her rack in my face. I’m on next.

I’ll be watching. I stuck my tongue out and licked her nipple. She giggled and turned away.

We ordered a round of drinks and Samson held up his glass. To Levi. He looked from Milo to Axel. You guys don’t have a clue how fucking long I’ve waited to hear him admit that I’m the best man.

We all laughed, and Axel responded with his own toast. To the kisses we’ve snatched and the snatches we’ve kissed.

Milo, never one to be outdone spoke up. To our wives and girlfriends, may they never meet.

I’ll drink to that. I lifted my glass and downed half the contents.

The guys were only half joking. When the old man turned the reins over to me, he reminded me that I had a fiancée simmering on the back burner and it was time to marry. You can still have fun, he said. Keep a human girl or two on the side, but make sure she knows she’s a side piece. No strings, just fucking.

It’s well known that wolves have big sex drives. She-wolves are off-limits until marriage, but anything goes with human females. I knew from personal experience that the strippers at Show ’n Tails were ready, willing, able, and smart enough to protect themselves from accidents. The last thing I wanted to do was produce a half-breed. I just wanted a good time and the girls just wanted to make money. Of course, I’d make sure they enjoyed themselves, too. It was a win-win situation.

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Kya

I cringed when I saw the billboard proclaiming, Girls! Girls! Girls! It was a tacky way to get attention, and I hated it. Averting my eyes, I turned the corner, pulled into the lot, and parked my old pickup behind the club. It was my first night at Show ’n Tails, and a definite step down from my old job, but I’d been fired and needed a gig ASAP. The incident wasn’t my fault. There were two of us on the stage and Brandi was so sloshed she invaded my space and fell on her ass. As if that wasn’t enough, she accused me of tripping her. Well, one thing led to another and we both got canned. Another girl told me that Show ’n Tails was hiring and I went for an audition. The manager was an asshat, but he doesn’t ask too many questions. I like to keep a low profile.

This isn’t the life I wanted, but taking off my clothes pays the bills, and I won’t apologize for trying to earn a living. At least I’m not selling my body, just the illusion of sex. A lot of girls up their game, but not me. My virginity is the last piece of self-respect I own and I won’t give it up to some creep for any amount of money.

The heavy backdoor slammed shut and locked behind me and the manager shot me a dirty look. Hey, Kya. You’re late.

Sorry, it won’t happen again. And my name is Raven when I’m working.

Marty’s lip curled in a sneer. Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You better get dressed. I mean undressed. He snickered.

I ignored his disrespectful ass, and walked over to the dressing room. A row of dented lockers lined one wall. A wide counter with a lighted mirror behind it ran the length of the opposite wall. Everything stunk from sweat and cheap perfume. The long vanity