Hard for you, p.1
Hard for You, page 1
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HARD FOR YOU
Poison Wolves MC, 1
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2022
Chapter One
It wasn’t unusual to see the Poison Wolves President angry. Alpha was pissed off because, once again, the beta team fucked up. The man securing the left side of their land had been too preoccupied with getting his dick sucked by a biker groupie, and now, they had a team of humans hunting on their land. There was nothing Alpha hated more than humans. He couldn’t stand them.
Wolfe watched as Alpha slammed his fist into the beta’s face. The man was completely out of his depth.
When the man requested to join the second-level support beta team, Wolfe knew it was a mistake. Josh was always messing up. He was known for hunting for pussy. Being part of the Poison Wolves had been his primary target, but he didn’t have the alpha trait inside him. Not like all the guys who were part of the primary MC club.
Not like him, Alpha, Draco, Enzo, Boyan, and the list could go on and on. The Poison Wolves MC kept control of the pack. Alpha was their leader, and they answered to him. His word was law within the pack.
It had helped them to survive and to ward off any chance of extinction from their enemies, and they had plenty of them.
They didn’t have time for this. The pack had been put on alert, which meant everyone was sent home while they dealt with the problem. Wolfe was pissed off. He’d just gotten off a three-day ride. No sleep, no food, and he was hungry, dirty, and in need of a shower and food, lots and lots of food.
Instead, he had to deal with another guy’s incompetence. Another reason to be totally angry today.
If Alpha asked him to deal with Josh, the bastard wasn’t making it home alive.
Being the VP, he could hurt, hunt, and kill. Right now, snapping the little shit’s neck felt like a good idea. He wanted to. Oh, boy, did he want to.
Hunters on their land was serious business. None of them found this funny, or even remotely entertaining. A few years ago, hunters had been on their land, and a couple who had recently mated were out enjoying the heat—Draco and his mate.
The human hunter shot the female wolf. She died within minutes as he’d gotten her in the neck, one of the few areas they were vulnerable. Then they had to deal with the carnage that ensued. Alpha had no choice but to keep Draco close. It had taken months of chaining him up, trying to keep his rage under control. At one point, Alpha had to consider killing him.
That was a bad day.
Instead, Draco showed his worth to the pack. He got his savagery under control and now served as one of them. Of course, when it came to humans, Draco wasn’t … he wasn’t a big fan. Kind of like Alpha. Neither of them could stand humans.
If the hunters didn’t leave soon, another bloodbath was going to happen.
Not only would he have three days of dirt to wash off, it would also be more blood. Yay. Blood was harder to get out of his clothes and his flesh.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. She was there and her mouth, fuck me, Alpha, you’ve got to test her out. Her mouth is a fucking dream. The best dick-sucking a guy could ask for.”
Josh was not helping himself.
Another fist to the face, and this time, it knocked him clean out.
“Take him to the cages. He doesn’t get food until I say so,” Alpha said.
Rocco and Gray grabbed Josh, lifting his body and dragging him away.
“Wolfe, Draco, you’re with me.” Alpha shook his fingers, and now they were on the hunt.
Why couldn’t he have picked one of the other guys? Why did it have to be him?
Instead of showering and eating, he was heading deep into the forest. It was dark, and none of them spoke as they hunted.
Their senses were a hundred times better than any human. He breathed in the air and knew a couple of bunnies were running around a few feet away. A few deer were sipping at the lake. There was a fox in the distance. The forest was alive.
And … he heard the hunters as well. They were not too far from the town, which fucking sucked. He wasn’t in the mood to kill.
Anger raced down his spine as he listened. They were attempting to hunt deer, and that pissed Wolfe off. No one hunted on their land but them, and deer were protected.
Thinking of the deer reminded him of Amelia Stokes. The town’s only vegan. Yes, a female wolf vegan who had gotten the town to sign a petition that stopped them hunting fucking deer.
Not that he had enjoyed eating living flesh or knowing that he had. He’d been turning into a wolf for so long, he knew everything he did. He felt his wolf deep in his soul, and they had standards. Providing it was completely cooked through, he’d eat it. He hated medium rare or rare—fucking gross.
The deer were protected. Admittedly, no one had paid attention to what they’d been signing, even though Amelia had talked to them about it.
The pack had signed it to shut her the fuck up, and well, she had presented the said petition to Alpha, and he had no choice but to sign it. At least when she came calling, people actually listened to her now. Beforehand, they ignored her.
Wolfe never ignored her. He … couldn’t.
Whenever she was around, he was very much aware of her being close by. Not that Amelia would ever know that, because he didn’t allow her to know that he wanted to fuck her so damn bad. Had wanted to for a long time.
Amelia was the pack’s joke. The only vegan. They mocked her for it. She was never truly invited to anyone’s social gathering. The pack often avoided her. Since the deer petition, she lost her job at the diner.
He’d put a word in with Val at the Poison Bar, and Amelia had been working there for the past few months. She hadn’t caused any trouble. She wasn’t trouble.
It wasn’t like she had upset the customers at the diner. She still served them whatever food they wanted to, but Denny, who owned the diner, got pissed and let her go. Maybe because Denny liked deer.
Whatever the reason, he couldn’t just let her go without a job. Amelia loved to help people and animals. She was also the only pack member with a couple of dogs.
A few strays that had been left abandoned in the forest. One of them had looked pretty bad when she carried him out of the forest. Again, another reason the pack was pissed with her.
They were wolves. They didn’t keep dogs, but Amelia did. She had gone out of her way to defy the pack. A vegan, animal lover, and also someone who didn’t believe in violence at all. The pack had put her at the bottom of the food chain.
No one would touch her. He didn’t even know if she had any friends within the pack.
Every time he saw her, she was on her own, with her two dogs at her feet. Buster and Rascal, she’d called them. Both male dogs. Both loyal to her.
Alpha signaled for them to pause, and he did so, crouching down as he listened.
There was no sign of any deer, and the humans were complaining of hunger. None of them moved as they waited.
For ten minutes, he listened to them complain and leave the forest. Only when he heard the unmistakable sound of the truck growling to life and then driving off, did he relax.
“We can head back,” Alpha said. “But I want to up the patrol for the next couple of weeks.”
“You think they’ll be back?” Draco asked.
“I know they will. Some humans are easily swayed by a challenge. Others, they want to dominate. They might not stop until they’ve hunted their deer. I can’t let them do that.”
“If they hunt the deer, they move on,” Draco said.
“But I stand by my word,” Alpha said, tilting his head to the side but looking like he had a nasty taste in his mouth. “I’ll protect the fucking deer.”
Wolfe tried not to laugh.
Logically, it would be easier to let the humans hunt, luring them toward a deer, killing it, and then they’d move on.
But … Alpha took his role as alpha seriously. He had to protect the deer as it was in the best interest in the pack. Even if it was for one of their lowest of the low pack members.
It was also one of the reasons Wolfe would never act on his attraction to Amelia. She was at the bottom of the food chain.
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Working at the Poison Bar was way better than working at the diner. Sure, the smells at times could be a little gross, but it wasn’t overwhelming. She hated the smell of burning animal flesh in any form.
Amelia never told anyone that. Her parents had disowned her at the age of eighteen because of her … issues. Yep, that was what they called her. A daughter with way too many issues. A defective wolf.
She was so freaking annoyed with them. They never invited her to any of their family get-togethers. Ignored her at town meetings. Avoided any contact with her at all costs. Not that she needed them anyway. Being an outcast had become easy to her, seeing as no one h ad liked her for, like, ever. Through high school and now for the past seven years since she had become a wolf, as well as a full-grown adult. She took care of herself and had done so for a long time.
Without her parents’ support. She didn’t need them. She would never need them.
Putting the two bottles of beer on the counter, she offered the two men a smile. They were part of the second level of security, and both of them glared at her. Whatever. None of them were worth their shit anyway.
She had watched them all cower away from danger. None of them ran toward it.
Rolling her eyes at them, she moved down the bar, wiping the mess and gathering up the cases from the eaten pistachios.
Another thing—most of the pack were slobs. They never cleaned after themselves, always leaving it to someone else. She could have easily made money by being a cleaner, but they wouldn’t have her on their staff either. It was a miracle she’d gotten this job. When Val called her, she’d been surprised, but then Val was also kind of an outcast.
Val had refused to join the Poison Wolves MC, and it had resulted in quite a few arguments over the years. He was a nice guy, quiet. She didn’t know much about him other than the fact he had the best and only bar in town. Whenever he wanted to, he kicked people out, even if they gave him the wrong kind of look. He never needed a reason to be pissed off.
On the day he offered her a job, he told her he didn’t want any stupid vegan talk, not that she knew what exactly that was. She had to learn to serve beer, smile at customers, and take any shit they dished out. If they crossed any lines, he’d deal with them.
It all sounded rather nice.
She never said no to a job. In the past seven years, she’d had a lot of them. She’d worked at the library but been removed when she got a little passionate about people dog-earing pages, and of course, scribbling in the books. There was clearly no respect, but they had all laughed at her. They didn’t care about the state of the books. Then she had been removed from a florist shop as well, but that was only because she and the owner didn’t mesh well. The woman had loved to hunt and kept some of her stuffed kills mounted on her wall.
She liked to rub it in Amelia’s face, and the final straw was the day the woman tried to force-feed her meat. That had been it for Amelia, and that was the job she quit.
The only other job that had stuck was working at the daycare. She’d been let go due to some parents having an issue with the pack outcast being around their kids. That job had come to an end, and fast, which sucked. She loved being around children. They were so innocent, so curious about the world around them.
At least there was this job. The people here often ignored her completely. They were only interested in getting their orders of beer and alcohol, and telling her to keep her fucking nose out of other people’s business.
She was more than happy to do that.
Being the pack outcast was … okay. This was a role she was used to playing since she was a young child.
A couple moved in close to the bar. The guy glared at her, and it was down to the woman to ask for a drink.
Amelia served them, and they spun on their heels and left, the woman whispering in the guy’s ear. “Isn’t she a little fat to be a vegan?”
Did they not realize she had just as good senses as them? Her hearing was perfectly fine. Assholes.
One of the guys spilled his beer on the bar, and she rushed to clean it up, making sure he had another ready.
She served whoever approached, and by twelve, she was ready to head home, but three members of the Poison Wolves MC entered the bar, looking pissed off. The Alpha, Draco, and Wolfe.
They all commanded respect, all of them terrifying.
The Poison Wolves MC controlled the town and protected it. All the men within the biker club were alphas, or in some way the boss. They made sure to keep all of them safe, so they were able to live a normal life.
Mingling with humans was dangerous, as they were often captured and hunted. The scars Alpha possessed told a great deal of stories.
The humans that ever went up against him never lived to tell the tale. That wasn’t the only threat they protected them from. The bears, the foxes, as well as other shifter packs that wanted to take their territory away from them.
There was always a threat, always a danger. She hated it.
They were … goodish men.
Amelia had been on Alpha’s shitlist since the petition. They ruled the pack fiercely, but they were also fair.
A few years back the pack voted to try to get her expelled. Those had been a few tense days. She’d truly believed she was going to be kicked out, rejected, abandoned.
Alpha had come to her on the night before he was due to pass judgment. She expected him to kill her. He’d asked her a whole bunch of questions.
What did she think of the pack?
What was her place in the pack?
Why was she so fucking difficult?
Couldn’t she just fall in line?
These went on and on, and much to her surprise, she answered every single one to the best of her ability.
She loved the pack. Her place was simple, she was Amelia Stokes, the pack’s ultimate pain in the ass. She wasn’t difficult, she just had values and beliefs and lived by them.
Fall in line? Why would the Poison Wolves MC even ask that?
The questioning went on, and then, Alpha had gotten up and started to walk away. She’d been unable to leave it that way.
“Do you think this is right?” she asked.
Alpha had turned with a glare. “What?”
“I refuse to eat meat, but I don’t force anyone else to not eat meat. I don’t hunt in the forest. I’ve never truly caused anyone any hurt at all. I’m always there if they need a helping hand. The Smiths, their house was destroyed by a fire that they caused, I was still there, helping, attempting to rebuild what they had ruined. Whenever anyone needs something, I am there. But that’s not enough. Why? I don’t eat meat, and I won’t go and hunt. I do everything else. I just have to wonder if being an outcast is really that bad.”
Alpha had stared at her for several minutes.
She remembered fighting the tears.
He left, and the next time she saw him, he had told the pack she wasn’t leaving. They had to learn to put up with her because she was pack, she was family.
It was only a little later she learned it was her parents who had wanted her gone. They’d started rallying the pack to remove her as they saw her as an embarrassment.
No one approached the three men. They all moved toward the bar.
She tensed up.
All gazes were on them.
“A beer,” Alpha said.
She knew what they liked.
After grabbing three bottles from the fridge, she popped the lids off and placed them, one by one, in front of the men who protected them.
Alpha was practically vibrating. Something bad had gone down.
Amelia stepped away from the bar.
“I want food,” Wolfe said, drawing her attention.
“Oh, er, we don’t really serve—” She didn’t get to finish as he slammed his hand down on the counter.
“Get me some fucking food.”
There were times she had a crush on Wolfe. He was tall, muscular, and the jacket he wore often looked like it was too small to contain his body because of how thick and hard he was.
Being the outcast, Amelia had never had sex. At twenty-five years old, she was still a virgin. Even with him being a giant dick to her, she would have no problem shedding that little title with Wolfe. No problem at all.
Chapter Two
The Poison Bar never served food. It was a rule of Val’s. The best you were going to get was an assortment of nuts. That was it.
Wolfe was hungry. And he was being a dick.
Waiting for the humans to fucking leave had been a pain in the ass. There were many things in this world that he didn’t like, and going hungry was one of them. He needed food and nourishment, otherwise, he was a pain in the ass.
