Megan's Alpha Male by Becky Wilde Page B

quite elderly when she came along; they didn't think they could have children. She has no siblings, in fact, she has no other living relatives. Her parents were the only children of their own parents. She is totally alone in the world. Promise me, you won't hurt or upset her?”

    “Stefan, she is my mate. The last thing I want to do, is hurt or upset Megan. But there is no way in hell, I'm letting her leave,” Nik stated emphatically.

    “You are going to have to try and curb your dominance a bit, brother. Otherwise I can see her leaving,” Stefan stated with a gleam in his eye.

    “You knew didn't you, Stefan. I can see you planned this out.”

    “I had an idea you and Meg may connect. I didn't know if she was your mate, but I couldn't let the opportunity pass up, in case she was. Looks like I was right,” Stefan stated with a grin.

    “I owe you one, brother.” Nik stated with an answering smile.

Chapter Two
    Megan made her way downstairs after she had showered and changed. She felt a lot more comfortable in her knee length skirt and billowing off the shoulder top. She followed the voices she could hear coming from a room off to the side of the entry hall. She took a deep breath, pushed her shoulders back and pasted a smile on her face. There was no way in hell she was letting Stefan's brother, Nik, know how much he intimidated her.

    She walked into a large living room which had a leather sofa and armchairs and turned slightly to the left to see Nik standing at a bar pouring a drink and Harry just leaving through a door on the other side of the room.

    “Would you like a drink Megan?” Nik asked without turning to face her. Once he was done fixing his own drink he turned towards her, his piercing eyes locking onto her.

    Meg licked her lower lip nervously as she walked further into the room, “Do you have any chardonnay?”

    “Yes. Do you have a preferred label or will anything do?”

    “Whatever you have is fine, thanks.”

    “Take a seat, Meg. Stefan should be down any moment. What do you do for a living?” Nik asked as he walked towards her, drinks in hand.

    “I'm a librarian at the University. Thank you,” Meg stated as she took the glass of wine Nik proffered. Her fingers accidentally touched his as she took the full glass from his hand, and she had to concentrate really hard not to show the shiver she felt work up her spine. Her clit throbbed with desire, which made her squirm in her seat a little.

    Nik sat down next to her on the sofa, but made sure not to sit too close so he wouldn't scare Megan.
    He could smell the scent of her wet cunt, and knew he affected her as much as she affected him. He clenched his jaw as he controlled his wolf, wanting to take control, to claim and mate with his woman. He held his glass out to hers and tapped the rim of the glasses together, “Salute.”

    “Cheers,” Meg replied, then took a sip of her drink. Her eyes wandered the room rather than look back to Nik. Her gaze slid from painting to painting as she thought of something to say.

    “How old are you Megan?” asked Nik.

    “Twenty-two,” she replied.

    “I'm thirty-three,” Nik supplied.

    Megan had no idea what their ages had to do with anything, so she looked at Nik with a raised eyebrow.

    Meg felt fire spreading over her cheeks with embarrassment, so she dropped her eyes to the carpet beneath her feet. Just looking at him had her body humming with burning embers.

    “ I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.
    How long have you known Stefan?”

    “Um, a couple of months. We started going out a few weeks ago.”

    “Yes. Stefan told me. You're good friends, only, yes?”

    “Yes, we are good friends. Your brother is a wonderful man,” Meg opined, as she continued to trace a pattern in the carpet with her eyes.

    “You are not comfortable with me. Why do I scare you, Megan?” Nik asked.

    Meg raised her head to look him directly in the eyes, “You don't scare me.”

    “Ah, now there