Page 44 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

I wonder if I should go up and see her, thinking she might like the company, but movement out of the corner of my eye catches my attention and derails my train of thought. There, creeping out of what I suspect is Lena’s bedroom window, is Gunnar.

He’s in wolf form, jumping nimbly off her balcony and onto the grass below. I squint when I see that his dick is out, the purple head leaking with cum.

What the fuck?!I shake my head. Unbelievable.

I know I’m not in the right either, having come this far to check on her, but I’m going to have a seriously stern talk with my pack. We did not agree to sneak into her bedroom in the middle of the night and take advantage of her. I want her to come to us naturally, not because we break into her house. Part of me can’t blame Gunnar for his actions, Lena is a delectable little snack, but I’m also annoyed that I wasn’t the one to be in her bedroom.

Gunnar slinks away into the trees, and I turn to watch him go, but standing just a few feet from where he disappeared is another person.

Alarm goes through me when I see this second person.

This strange figure is tall, dressed in all black, and wearing a long jacket. They are also watching Lena’s window the way I am.

Could it be Max?I shake my head. No, the height and build of this stranger don’t match Max’s. Not to mention, he wouldn’t be hiding under dark clothes and a long jacket.

I don’t recognize this person, and unease sinks into my stomach as I duck behind the nearest tree to avoid being seen. The stranger continues to watch her window as if they are looking for movement inside. They stay that way for quite some time, barely moving as they keep watch.

Pulling out my cell phone, I quickly take a picture of this person.Could they be someone from Lena’s old life, perhaps a member of her old pack?Or could they be some kind of stalker, someone who saw her at the library or the store and followed her home? I don’t like either option, but I hide behind the tree again, wary of giving my position away.

I peek from behind the tree again, hoping the stranger has left. Instead, I see they have turned away from watching Lena’s window and now seem to be looking my way. I stiffen, wondering if I made any noise that caught their attention. I keep still, ready to kill if he comes my way.

Their unnatural stillness and focus make me wonder if this person is another werewolf, lending credibility to my theory that they could be one of Lena’s old pack.

Eventually, after what seems like an eternity, the figure turns away from me and walks down the street, avoiding streetlights and sticking close to the shadows of the trees. I leave my hiding place and watch as they walk away, worry churning in my gut.

Who the fuck are they, and why were they watching Lena’s apartment? Were they waiting for someone else? Or were they waiting for Lena?

Either way, I believe Lena is in danger. A low growl rips from my chest at the thought.

No one will harm her. If they do, I’ll kill them.

I settle in across the street for the rest of the night, determined to keep watch so that I know she’s safe. The night is long, but Lena’s safety is my utmost priority, and I will make sure no harm comes to her.

CHAPTER15

Lena

Istretch, waking up to a bright morning, but I suddenly notice that my inner thighs are sticky.

“What the hell?” I mutter as I push the blanket off my body to investigate. Spreading my legs apart, I see that my pussy is also covered in something, and I feel a pleasant soreness in my vagina.

Panicking, I stand up from the bed and notice stains on the mattress. My head feels foggy, and I reach up to touch the diamond necklace still around my neck.

I must have passed out hard last night not to have taken it off before sleeping.

There’s a particular smell in the air, like sandalwood, and suddenly, a memory of my dream emerges. Gunnar sneaking into my bedroom last night comes to mind, and I blush, thinking of his wide tongue and the way he licked me clean after making me orgasm.

My pussy starts to throb, and my heart rate speeds up.

Wait, was that real? Or just a dream?

I glance over at my bedroom window, noticing it’s slightly ajar, and my heart races as I quickly close it.

Gunnar was here last night.It wasn’t a dream.

Now that I know for sure, I realize it must have been him and his pack following me around town this entire time. I need to move out of this state to escape because alphas never like to be rejected.

Hopping into the shower, I feel a little sad to wash off all the sticky residue from my legs and private parts. The memory of Gunnar eating me out last night makes me happy for some reason, even though I rejected him and his pack.

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