Foxy (Alpha Doms book 3)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Ben

God, I hated this place. I hated everything it represented. I don’t know what I had been thinking when I agreed with Wyatt to open a string of s*x clubs, maybe I was drunk. Or maybe I had just thought that Wyatt would take on the running of the clubs and I would be the private partner. He was into all of this stuff.

Until he had found Liv, tottering around downstairs that was. And then everything had changed. I wasn’t stupid enough to think his tastes had suddenly changed of course but what those two did behind closed doors was up to them, and I didn’t want to think about it.

His new family life did mean that he wasn’t here as much as I would have liked and left the day to day running of the club mainly to me.

And that was the part I hated.

Because I just didn’t get it. I didn’t get these men, these strong alphas who came in here and gave up all of their control.

It was like they were addicted to it.

Still, who was I to judge?

They kept my bank account full, and I really couldn’t complain about that. I liked my lifestyle.

Well, I liked my lifestyle to a certain extent. I was the only person my age I knew that bad yet to settle down. And it sure as hell wasn’t because I Hadn’t been looking.

I had been looking for years and still hadn’t found the right person.

These days I had pretty much given up. Beat shifters weren’t rare as such. But we had a habit of keeping ourselves to ourselves.

Not that I was against meeting someone that wasn’t a bear, hell if I actually found the one, I wouldn’t care if she a damn unicorn that sprouted orange feathered wings.

I was surrounded by women, owning several night clubs and s*x clubs but none of them were what I was looking for. The type of women that partied here weren’t the type that I wanted to curl up all winter long with.

Beautiful yes, and I was sure they were sweet girls, but they weren’t for me.

Judgemental, that’s what I was. I realised with a start.

Letting out a small growl I settled myself back against the cool leather. I really had to stop judging these people. I had no right to do it. Not when I was happily taking their money on a nightly basis.

Letting my eyes scan the screens in front of me, I frowned.

Every single one of them was black, how I hadn’t noticed before I don’t know but something was up with the cameras.

That’s when I sensed it. My nose flared.

Blood.

I could smell blood.

Blood and fear.

And underneath there was something else. Like someone was baking honey cakes.

It was faint but it was there.

And it made my mouth water.

Moving out of my chair with a growl I headed towards the stairs at a run.

Something was happening on the main club floor. Someone was hurt.

And I was pretty sure that someone was my mate.

I shifted before I could stop myself. So, by the time I had barrelled into the room I wasn’t a man anymore.

My bear skidded to a halt. A snarl ripping its way out of my mouth. The smell was stronger down here.

Blood.

Not that I had chance to even think about it. Three men raised their heads. Human faces twisted in shock at seeing a fully grown Kodiak bear running full pelt towards them. I didn’t slow as I sent tables and chairs crashing to the floor.

They were hurting someone and that someone was my mate. The intoxicating scent of her was fainter now, tainted by the stench of the blood that filled the room.

Who was she? And why the hell was she here? I didn’t really care. All that mattered was getting these men away from her. To make them stop hurting her so I could make sure she was ok.

Letting out a roar, the men around the prone figure scattered. Each one heading in a different direction. Whirling I gave chase. But I didn’t get far.

A low agonised croak made me pause. My head swinging around.

The woman was tiny, and she looked pitiful laying there on the floor. Her body and face bloody and bruised and swelling rapidly.

It didn’t matter to me though. I knew she was going to be beautiful. I could already tell she would be the most beautiful woman in the world to me.

Slowly I padded towards her unmoving form. Lowering my head, I sucked in a deep breath as I nudged her gently.

Still, she didn’t move.

Without thinking I licked her face. I needed to see her face better and the quickest way of doing that was by licking the blood from her. And with every swipe of my tongue, I was more and more sure that she was mine.

Finally, I had found my mate.

After all of these years I had found her. My heart swelled.

“Ben?” Blue eyes blinked up at me. One almost entirely swollen shut already.

Reeling back, I shifted back to my human form without meaning to. Scooting back away from the woman.

“Foxy?” Her name came out jumbled. As I continued to stare at her.

How could this be happening? I had searched for so long to feel that spark as the mate bond ignited but I had expected it to be with someone different.

Someone sweet and wholesome, who would look after our children and bake and do all the things my mother had done for my father.

The last thing I wanted was a woman like Foxy.

Brash, outspoken, overly sexy Foxy.

The most popular dominatrix at Club X.