Billionaire Alpha's Human Mate

Cheap Vodka

Tristan

I have to move quickly to avoid the charging vampire. He growls and tries again. I punch him hard, sending him flying again. “Back off, Erasmus,” I hiss.

“No,” He responds. “That’s my human.”

“Like hell, she is,” I snarl.

Victor lunges at me again and we exchange a few punches before several of the bouncers rush over. Victor, like the coward he is, throws his hands up.

“We can’t have you two fighting in here, Alpha,” one of the bouncers says.

“I was just leaving,” I say and turn to Avery, who is still unconscious. “I’ll just be taking her,” I say, picking up my mate.

As I walk by, Victor is leaning against the wall, “This isn’t over, Emerson.”

“Come near her again, and I will tear your f*****g head off,” I hiss.

“That sounds like a challenge,” Victor laughs.

I take a deep breath and carry my mate out of the club.

“Avery?” A man runs up to me with a woman.

I issue a deep growl, and they back away. “Who are you?”

“Alpha?” the man gulps. “Avery is my best friend.”

“Well, she is coming with me,” I say.

“Yes, Alpha,” the man nods. “When she wakes up, tell her Sean isn’t worried.”

“I’ll let her know. Thank you, Sean,” I say and mind link Todd. Seconds later, the limo is parked in front of me. I slide in with Avery still in my arms.

“Where to?” Todd asks.

“The penthouse,” I mention my secret hiding place in town.

“Right,” Todd mutters and starts driving.

Avery stirs in my arms and Dragos whimpers. I touch her forehead, and she opens her eyes briefly before closing them again. I look at the wound on her neck. “Damn, vampire,” I mutter. I pulled out my phone and dialed an old friend of mine. “Hello, Sierra,” I say when the phone picks up.

“Tristan,” her voice slithers out. “You better have a good reason for calling so late.”

“I need your help, Sierra,” I say.

“When do you need anything else?” She asks.

“I found my mate,” I say, looking down at Avery. “A vampire bit her,” I say.

“Okay,” Sierra breathes out. “Where should I meet you?”

“The penthouse,” I respond. “Be there soon.”

“I will,” Sierra says and hangs up the phone.

The limo stops, and I carry Avery out of the vehicle. We are in front of one of the oldest buildings in town. My family has owned it for as long as it has existed. The penthouse isn’t really a penthouse but more of a loft that my great-grandfather used to live in. My father renovated it years ago when he wanted to hide from us.

“Good evening, Alpha,” The doorman Greg greets me.

“Greg,” I nod as I get into the ancient elevator. “If Sierra Redding shows up, just let her come up,” I say as the door closes. The ride to the top seems long, but eventually, the door opens again, and I enter the apartment. It’s a large, open-style place with the same vintage furniture my great-grandfather bought. I take Avery into the bedroom and lay her down.

“Tristan?” I hear Sierra calling from the living room.

I poke my head out, “In here,” I wave to her.

She saunters into the bedroom. Sierra is a tall, thin woman with waist-length brown hair and green eyes. Today, she is wearing a crushed velvet green cloak with gold trim. In her hand, she is carrying her leather satchel. She looks right at Avery and sniffs. “A human?” she asks, and I frown. “Your mate is a human?” She laughs and sits beside Avery on the bed.

“What?” Avery opens her eyes and mutters. “Where?”

“Rest,” Sierra touches her forehead, and Avery’s eyes close.

“What did you do?” I ask.

“It’s better she isn’t awake while I extract the venom,” Sierra mutters. “She’ll be fine.”

I take a deep breath.

“She’s pretty,” Sierra says while unpacking her bag. “Too bad you have to reject her.”

“I’m not rejecting her,” I mutter.

“Hmm,” Sierra snorts. “Your grandfather won’t like that.” She pulls out a vile of red liquid. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need the room to perform this extraction.”

I stare at her for a moment.

“Tristan?” Sierra raises an eyebrow.

I sigh, “Fine.” I walk out of the bedroom and sit on the living room couch. My heart beats hard against my chest.

‘She will be fine,’ Dragos says.

‘I hope so,’ I say and wander to the kitchen. There is very little food as it’s been a while since I have been here. I find an old bottle of cheap vodka and open it. “s**t,” I groan as I down the noxious liquid.

Sierra emerges from the bedroom a moment later. “Pour one for me.”

“It’s old,” I say.

“So?” She shrugs.

“And cheap,” I state.

Sierra laughs, “Like you?” She smirks.

I roll my eyes, grab a glass, and pour her a drink. I slide it across the counter and open my mouth to ask about Avery.

“She will be fine. She just needs to sleep it off,” Sierra says as she takes a sip. “Oh, this is nasty,” She sets the glass down.

“Told you,” I shrug and drink some more.

“One hundred dollars,” she holds her hand out.

“That’s it?” I say as I pull out my wallet and hand her two-hundred-dollar bills.

“You know how to treat a woman, Tristan Emerson,” Sierra smirks.

“Always,” I say.

“Well, I have to go, so I am up to see Felix off to school,” she says while gathering her satchel. “Till you need me again.”

“Thank you, Sierra,” I say. I stand at the counter and watch the witch leave the apartment. I then down the rest of my drink and saunter into the bedroom.

Avery is curled up and snoring lightly. I stand watch over her for a few moments.

‘We should mark her,’ Dragos suggests.

‘You know we can’t mark her without permission,’ I snort. I continue watching her before going into the living room and flopping on the couch. I lay looking at the ceiling. My mind is conflicted. I want her so bad, but I will lose everything if I accept her. “Why Goddess? Why is she human?” I mutter as I fall asleep.