Alpha's Choice

Contents
 
 Copyright
 Chapter One
 Chapter Two
 Chapter Three
 Chapter Four
 Chapter Five
 Chapter Six
 Chapter Seven
 Chapter Eight
 Chapter Nine
 Chapter Ten
 Chapter Eleven
 Chapter Twelve
 Chapter Thirteen
 Chapter Fourteen
 Chapter Fifteen
 Chapter Sixteen
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 Alpha’s Choice
 
 C. A. Hall
 
 
 Copyright © 2023 C. A. Hall
 Cover and interior design by C. A. Hall
 
 
 
 This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. 
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 Chapter One
 
 
 As a fox, I was used to moving around. I’d moved eleven times in my life. Which makes this one number twelve.
 Sitting in the driver’s seat, I leaned forward and eyed the white condominium several yards away. Even with my windows rolled up, there was no mistaking the smell. Wolves. Three of them, all living inside that tiny house. 
 “Maybe we have the wrong address,” my fox murmured from the far corners of my mind.
 I didn’t have to look at the scrap piece of paper or the directions on my phone to know that wasn’t the case. I’d checked and rechecked everything before we left, so like it or not, this was it. Our new home.
 Great. Just great. I honestly shouldn’t have been surprised seeing as my last manager was a wolf, but a heads up would’ve been nice. Do they know? I wondered as I studied the house again. Did they know my history or had Mark left out that detail for them as well?
 Deep in thought, I didn’t realize someone was watching me until I caught a bit of movement from the front window at the bottom of the building. However, as soon as I noticed, it was gone.
 “The longer we stay out here, the more suspicious we’ll become.”
 My fox was right. The sooner I got out of the car, the better. So with my heart in my throat and my thoughts going a mile a minute, I collected the few things I had from the trunk, then headed toward the sidewalk. 
 The heavy scent of wolf assaulted my nostrils as soon as one of them opened the front door. Seconds later, they rushed out to help.
 “It’s okay, I’ve got it,” I said, jutting out my chin so I could see over the cardboard boxes. 
 “Nonsense. Here. Allow me.” Before I could protest, the weight lifted away from my arms, leaving me to stare at a tall, dark-haired man. “Lynn, right?”
 “I… yes.” 
 “I’m Brandon.”
 “I’m a fox. I figured I should mention it in case–”
 “In case we want to kick you out.” It wasn’t a question, and given the somber tone of his voice, he seemed as thrilled about the idea as I was. “Look, I don’t know your history, but if Mark sent you here, then you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
 “That’s good to hear.” I released a nervous laugh, then stared at the ground. “He didn’t mention you guys. Wolves.” My cheeks burned at how awkward I sounded then.
 “I think that’s part of who he is, you know?” Brandon paused while I got the door, then followed me inside. “Mark considers everyone his family regardless of who they are. It’s a belief we share.”
 “We?” I could’ve sworn I smelled others inside the house, but looking around, we were the only ones there.
 “Me, Zack, and Dova. You’ll get to meet them around dinner. Oh, there’s also our folks. Mine and Dova’s. They visit a lot, so don’t be surprised if you see two wolves poking around.”
 “Not in our rooms, I hope.”
 “Oh god, no. That stopped after we moved out.” He carried my boxes over to the stairwell, then set them down. “This is the living room. It isn’t much, but we like to hang out and play board games at night.”
 “Board games? Man, I can’t remember the last time I played one of those.” It had been ages!
 “Or read. It depends on the mood of the house. Sometimes we’re too tired and we’ll have a movie night instead.”
 “Sounds pretty chill,” I said as I inspected the sofa sitting below the front windows. 
 “It is. We figure the world out there is hectic enough without bringing it here.”
 “You’re telling me.” 
 “Anyway, the kitchen’s through that door there.” He gestured down the hall and grinned. “You’re free to make whatever you’d like. Zack does most of the shopping, so if there’s something you need, let him know. Dova’s the head of our house. She can be quiet at times, but I promise she means well.”
 “This isn’t what I expected,” I said as I studied the fireplace with its stone trim and tall mantelpiece on the other side of the room.
 “You thought you’d get shoved into a one-bedroom apartment, huh?”
 “Or inside someone’s basement.” I’d made it work before.
 Brandon combed a hand through his short, curly hair. “The only things we keep in the basement are the washer, dryer, and an extra fridge for our leftovers, which you can find by going behind this wall here.” He inclined his head at a wall on the other side of the stairwell. “Are you hungry?” he asked as he headed toward the kitchen. “I make a mean bean burrito.”
 “Any chance I could change? I’ve been sitting in that car for hours and could really use a shower.”
 “Oh. Right. Of course.” He walked over to my things, picked up a few of the boxes, then headed up the steps. “Your room’s the one on the left. It gets the best sun in the