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A new Wolf Story! This one is set in New York. Eventually characters will cross over, but right now it's not happening. Hope you enjoy this one!
Big Apple I: Truth Is
Chapter 1: Fascination
It was a Sunday. A Sunday in May, in New York. It was still a little nippy outside. My nose twitched as a gust of wind passed by. There was this delicious scent that kept wafting closer to me. I had come to the park with Shannon, my friend, to help clear my head. Work had been hectic, and all the noise had done nothing but make my brain almost hemorrhage.
"So, how do you like being the new exec?"
I was startled out of my thoughts by Shannon's voice. "Oh, it's ok. A lot more work than I thought. I'm surprised Walter gave me the position."
"Why?" Shannon moved her curly blond hair from her face. She did the hair flip without even thinking. I scratched the back of my head, making sure my bun was still together.
"Oh, come on. Everyone knows Walter is a womanizer."
"Yeah, but you do awesome work! Who else can crunch numbers like you? Except for maybe the senior accountant?"
I took a breath as we walked, my chai tea warming my fingers. "Shannon…" Walter Bridges was a womanizer. He liked the women who worked near him to be pretty, tall, and thin. I was average height, about 5'6. I couldn't say I was all that pretty. I still had a few scars from acne that I was on my way to curing. I bit my nails down to nubs. And thin? I almost snorted. Let's be honest here, I was fat. I stared down at myself. At least my breasts came our further than my stomach now. I had worked hard to lose weight over the past year, and I suppose Walter had noticed. Maybe he thought I would keep getting smaller. "I'm not the hottest she-wolf walking around."
"Oh yes you are! Listen, there are plenty of men out there who want a girl like you. Curves and all." What she really wanted to say was that I would find a chubby chaser somewhere. Wolves didn't think like that though. "Besides, who says you have to mate with a wolf?" I said I did. That's who. Humans could be very attractive, but I always found myself staring at the firm ass of some wolf. He was usually mated, or so repulsed by me I could feel it vibrate through the air. By human standards, I was chubby. By wolf standards, I wasn't worth the dirt on someone's shoe. Shannon didn't get it. My own kind couldn't stand me. I was the omega of the New York pack. "Come on, let's take the bench." I nodded.
The sun was high in the sky, making it feel a bit warmer. My dark blue jeans protected my flesh from the cold bench. I sipped on my tea again and Shannon talked, but I wasn't really paying attention. That smell was back, and it was stronger. I held my head low as I took deep breaths. What was that? Shannon had stopped talking, and I noticed that a shadow had fallen over us.
"Well, hello…" Shannon had turned on the sex appeal.
"Hello." The voice was deep and sounded slightly confused. I looked up. He looked a little older than me, around 28 or so, with brown hair. His eyes were turning a faint amber as he looked at me. The scent practically bitch slapped me than. So he was the source.
"I'm Shannon. Shannon Philipson." The man's eyes quickly turned from me as he gave Shannon a bright smile. "And you are?"
"Nikolaas Jansen. It's a pleasure." His lips tugged to reveal white teeth. His eyes darted back to me. "And you?"
"Albany Kincaid." He extended his hand to me. I could see a light dusting of hair on his exposed arm. I shook his hand. His grip tightened slightly before his nostrils flared. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips before he pulled away, his brow furrowed.
"Well, it was a pleasure to meet you both." His smile widened as he looked at Shannon. She looked like she might start fanning herself any moment. "I am new here. I actually just moved here from Colorado." With a name like Nikolaas Jansen? I bet he got picked on. He leaned forward slightly and my eyes watched as his bicep flexed slight. Or maybe he didn't. The smell intensified slightly.
"Oh! Really? Hey, how about we show you around New York?"
"That would be…"
"It settled! Lets exchange numbers." Shannon scribbled furiously on her business card. "That is my cell phone."
"Well, thank you." He straightened before turning to me. "And you?" His eyes kept switching from amber to brown. He was definitely a wolf.
"I don't like giving my number to lost wolves."
His lip cracked into a smile. "I'm not lost. Just trying to make new friends."
"Mmmhhmmm." My brow quirked. He was looking for two fucks. I could smell the arousal on him. At least Shannon would get some. "We work at the same place, you can call the job if you want." There was something off about this wolf.
"Don't trust me."
"Not as far as I can throw you."
"You New Yorkers are so weird."
"And you Colorado people don't sound too sane."
"I'd be a Coloradoan." I could feel my blood boil. My lip started to curl back slightly, preparing for the snarl that was to come, but Shannon cut my aggression short.
"Alright!" Shannon stood. "Hey, how about we go to the bistro real quick? Hm? We could grab a sandwich? Talk?"
"That sounds lovely Shannon."
My stomach growled at the sound of the bistro. Curse my appetite. I followed them slowly to the bistro. Who the hell did this guy think he was? I trained my eyes on the back of his dark head, wishing I could bore a hole through it. He was chatting animatedly with Shannon and she would occasionally bump against him. I knew exactly what she was trying to do and from the way he was getting close to her, he didn't seem opposed to the idea.
The bistro was loud and busy. Enough so to make my head thrum again. Bodies bumped against me, rubbing their scents into my skin for a brief moment. Nikolaas was watching me again, his eyes boring into my skull. He was still talking to Shannon, but he was turned so he could look at me. His eyes were amber as he looked me up and down, his eyes pausing at my breasts. I licked my lips. He was probably trying to assess how soft my fat would be under him. Too soft? Too hard? Just right? Probably too soft for his wolf likings. His eyes were glued to my bust for a good while. He had even stopped talking to Shannon. My mind wondered to how hard he would be above me. My nostrils flared as I took in his intoxicating scent. It was heady and I knew I was walking closer to him. I could hear his breathing shorten as I got closer. Close enough that he could reach out and touch me now. But he didn't. He leaned against the counter, waiting for his order, but he didn't move to touch me. His smell heightened ever so slightly. He was probably let off enough hormones now to make Shannon aroused without be near him. Just a little closer. Let him touch you. My thigh muscles flexed as my brain ordered them to move. My hand came out to touch him and rest against his stomach. His abs clenched. Holy fuck. What was I doing?
I snatched my hand away like it was on fire and he took a step forward, his arm reaching out to grab mine. I stepped away and pushed my hands through my hair as if I were smoothing it down. This man was not attracted to me. He was probably curious to see what it would be like to fuck a fat girl. I turned away when I heard my order. I needed to stay far away. "Mate…" The words sounded like a whisper, but I heard them clearly. He was standing in my face, staring down at me with his amber eyes. I had never seen lustful eyes before, at least lustful eyes directed at me. I could hear a soft rumble emanate from him.
"Are you high?" The words escaped my mouth before my wolf could stop them. I'd been with guys like this before. They thought they could woo me with their words of commitment and then, when they had their fill, they would leave. "Listen son, you can take that mating shit and shove it up your ass. I'm not some stupid girl who falls for that." At least I won't fall for it again. His scent got exponentially stronger, as if his pheromones were trying to force me to bend to his will. His eyes darkened to their normal brown for a brief moment before he stepped back slightly.
"Excuse me." He grabbed his order, said something to Shannon and then left.
"What the hell did you? He was hot!"
What have you done? He was the one. You hear me you stupid cow? He was the one! I grimaced at my wolf. The one?