Defying Roderick

The big, bad wolf meets his match.

She’s new in town.
She’s human.
She’s friends with my little sister.
All good reasons to avoid her.

She’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.
She knocked me off my feet the first time we met.
She’s my mate.
All the reasons I can’t forget about her.

Most of all, the curvy little human is determined to defy me at every turn. There’s only one thing to do…

Watch out little red, the big bad wolf is on the hunt and he isn’t going to take no for an answer.

If you like over-the-top, paranormal, insta-love romance with a little bit of humor, this short romance is the perfect story for you.

“Holy shit, did you run into a weed whacker?” I raise an eyebrow and stare at the new haircut my packmate is sporting. Without his graying sideburns, he looks much younger than sixty-four years old. His long, shaggy brown and gray hair has been tamed into an almost respectable cut. “Planning to wear business suits and ties next?” I joke, and Conrad points his middle finger at me as he walks past. I’m not sure the older wolf shifter owns any clothes besides his usual red plaid shirt and faded jeans.
“I wanted to try out the new stylist at your sister’s salon.” He shrugs. “The guys have been going on and on about her, and I was curious.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “That is one foxy little chick.”
“Sheila will kick your ass if she hears you’ve been lusting after some human,” I remind him.
He stops at the door and turns to me. “Not lusting after,” he smirks, “checking out the scenery.” He heads into the garage, and I rub the back of my neck. Ever since Finley hired the human two weeks ago, our pack has been in an uproar over the girl. The males are fighting for a peek at her, and the females want her blood. As the alpha, I should head over and check her out for myself, but something is holding me back.
The auto shop has gotten busy after our main competition closed a few months ago. I run the shop with four of my packmates. Max, Axel, and Deacon work full-time, and Conrad comes in three days a week. The older wolf has worked at Mountain Ridge Motors since I was a little boy. He helped my dad run the shop and stayed on when I took over control of the pack and the shop. He semi-retired a few years ago but still comes in to help me out and give me hell.
I spend the rest of the day getting prepared for the quarter-end audits. The shitty task gives me an even shittier attitude. Every month, we suffer through two days of Conrad’s craziness while we audit the books. The quarterly audits are even worse, and I dread dealing with the shit. I’m determined to have the paperwork organized so everything goes smoothly.
* * *
After several long and frustrating hours, I decide I’ve had enough and turn off the computer. I’ll deal with the rest later. I glance around the empty shop and rub the back of my neck. Heading home doesn’t appeal to me. As I drive through town, an urge hits me out of nowhere and I find myself pulling into The Watering Hole.
As I walk up to the heavy double doors, I notice my sister’s little blue sports car parked a couple of spots down. Just what I need. Now, instead of drinking a beer and relaxing, I’ll be glaring at all the fuckers who are contemplating making a play for my baby sister.
The loud music slaps me in the face as I walk through the door. I glance around and see a few of my employees hanging out by the pool tables. I head to the bar and look for my sister’s bright blonde hair. Her laughter echoes over the thumping music, and I turn to find her. My fucking heart seizes in my chest as my wolf wakes up and ripples under my skin. What in the ever-loving hell is going on here? Her stunned eyes meet mine, and my wolf growls one word, “Ours.” No fucking way. This isn’t happening.
Finley looks up and notices me. “Roderick.” She waves me over and I swallow. Ignoring my sister, I stare at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. The urge to turn and get the hell out of here before my life changes forever blasts through me, but my wolf forces me to resist. He’s already naming our fucking pups. Asshole. As I stare into her bright, emerald green eyes, they widen and a blush stains her gorgeous, heart-shaped face. Her pupils dilate, swallowing the dark green surrounding them. I watch the pulse at the base of her neck accelerate as the scent of her arousal fills the air. My cock responds and thumps behind my zipper while my wolf whines for me to grab her and run. Each step brings me closer to my destiny, but my mind fights the situation. I’m not ready to believe what I’m feeling. The pack alpha taking a human as his mate? It’s unheard of. Next thing you know, dogs and cats will be living in harmony and the earth will be on its ear.