Taming His Alpha Female

Promiscuous girl

*Miranda’s POV*

“Em, what can I get you?” Lillian called from our kitchen. It wasn’t massive, nor was it ultra modern, it was just right... and had everything we needed.

“Two shots of Caramel Vodka,” I called back, raising my hand to give her a thumbs up.

“We’re out,” she said, leaning into the open fridge to study its contents, “what else?”

“WHAT?!” I shouted. My body jerked upright to look over the back of our leather couch, “What do you mean, we’re out?”

“I mean, you already drank it all,” she complained.

“Lies! All lies!” I moaned, falling back onto the plush leather cushions. Our kitchen had everything, except what I wanted. I let out a loud groan, covering my face with my hands. If ever there was a day for booze, it was today.

“Here you go,” she said. I opened my eyes to see my best friend, who had the privilege of sitting in her pajamas all freaking day, in front of me, holding out a tall glass of water.

“Are you alright?” I asked her, faining concern. I noticed her frown as she studied me. “ How hard did you hit your head?” She responded by rolling her eyes at me. She didn’t hit her head and I knew it, she was just insane for thinking the next best thing to chilled caramel vodka was water. “Let’s go out... go dancing...” I asked her as I felt the excitement build up inside of me.

“Uhhhh,” she moaned, “not tonight...” She was using her wining voice on me.

“Yes! Tonight! Now, actually.” I said, looking out the window at the darkening sky.

“But... But... Gilmore Girls is on rerun!”

“Ugh, your boring,” I teased her.

“Will you be alright without me?” she asked.

“Yes Lady, perfectly fine,” I told her. I was fine. Although I loved going out with her, she didn’t enjoy my type of games.

“Ask Warren to go with you, he’d love that.”

“Are you insane!” I exclaimed, “I am trying to cool things down with him, before he ends up proposing.”

Lil fell back onto the couch, laughing hysterically. She knew I was allergic to commitment and avoided attachment like the plague.

After getting dressed in my short little black dress and red high heels, i decided to let my hair down, literally and figuratively. My black curls fell down to my waist when I didn’t keep them tied back. I felt confident in this outfit, I liked the attention it got me. The halterneck design exposed my back right down the waistband of my lacey thong. When I walked I could feel its skirt lap at the curve of my buttocks, and when I bent over to play a game of pool, I could feel eyes on me.

The club I frequented was on the border of our pack and Cole’s, making it the perfect spot to meet guys they wouldn’t formally serve under me in the future. It was privately owned by werewolves, and although humans did wonder every now and then, it was mainly occupied by shifters looking for a good time.

“Have fun,” she called, waving an arm above the headrest of the couch she lounged on. Boy, did I plan on having fun?

When I walked into the club, I felt the neon lights awaken another side of me, one that was clawing her way out, to claim whatever she could and mark her territory. I had never heard my wolf’s voice. I know many can speak to their wolves, but I only felt her. I could envision her in my mind, but I had never heard her voice. I feared my wolf might be mute, but that’s alright, my voice was enough for both of us. The music played loudly over the sound system, its deep bass vibrating to my core. My heart started beating to the rhythm of the music and I felt myself relax and forget about everything that troubled me.

“Hey beautiful,” Raoul greeted from behind the bar, leaning over the counter, so close that I could feel his breath on my skin, “you’re here early.”

“Hey Raoul,” I replied, turning in my seat to face him, “it’s been one of those days.”

“Ah... mommy troubles?” He asked, raising his brow.

“Aint it always?” I added sarcastically.

“Let me pour you your usual,” he said, turning to the shelves filled with booze right behind him. He took off a bottle of Southern Comfort and I couldn’t help but smile. A bartender knew me better than my own family... where’s the irony in that? “Double SoCo and lime, my lady.” He bowed playfully as he placed the glass before me.

“Thanks Raoul,” I touched his hand and I saw his gaze linger on our hands. Men, I rolled my eyes, so easy.

“Don’t mention it,” he winked at me before he was called to the other side of the bar by some very thirsty customers. I got up and walked over to the dance floor, it was busy filling up. My hips swayed to the beat of “Give It To Me” by Timbaland and Nelly Furtado. The DJ thrusted out his chin at me as he smiled mischievously... knowing full well what that beat did to me. I downed the last of my drink and left the empty glass on a table before stepping onto the dance floor. Shewolves moved out of my way as their men undressed me with their eyes. I loved every moment of it. I drew power from it. And it only served to spur me on. I walked right to the front, rolling my hips with my arms held above my head as the smoke danced around my ankles. I blew a kiss at the DJ, who had grown accustomed to pleasing me by playing my favourite songs whenever I entered the room. I had to reward his efforts, you see, it's only good manners. Two hunky and muscular guys came up from behind me and helped me up onto the stage while red, green and purple lit the crowd behind me. I rounded his turntable, my fingers trailing over his shoulders as I watched his face, smiling victoriously. Yes, that’s right, he loved the attention, and I was willing to give it as long as he pleased me. I put on a not-so private show for my faithful DJ until my eye caught a pair of baby blues below that made me bite my lip as I tried to contain my unholy desires.