The Germaphobic Beta, page 1
The Germaphobic Beta
ELIYANG
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Epilogue
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Chapter
One
Brunette, big green eyes, fair skin, oval-shaped face, and fit. Absolutely gorgeous. Yep, definitely my mom’s type.
My jaw clenched, and my eyes traveled down and then up her body. Expensive clothes, expensive jewelry, expensive shoes, expensive bag, makeup on point.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to smile at her. She smiled back.
I was sitting across from my most recent blind date. My mom desperately wanted me to find a mate and continue the Einar family line. Mom was on my ass day in and day out about it.
“So… Idris Einar, what do you like to do for fun?” she asked in a sensual voice while swirling the wine in her glass. I frowned as I heard that dreaded voice in my head.
—Eat pussy, tell her.
—Fuck off, King!
“I…”—coughing—“I like… organizing stuff,” I answered, nodding after adjusting my suit.
—Great! Now she knows you’re a weirdo.
“Oh!” she voiced, widening her eyes. The young woman took a sip of her wine and awkwardly looked out the window. Taking my glass in my hand, I stared at it. Fuck me! It had a water spot.
Well… there goes the wine.
After putting it back down, I looked around.
What was I thinking?
Same restaurant, same table, same meal, same lowlights, same stupid background music. Even the girl was almost the same. Another Alpha’s beautiful daughter. I knew this kind of girl much too well. Spoiled brats, all of them. When daddy had power, the princess got nothing but the best the pack had to offer. I bet she didn’t have to work for anything in her life.
She took a bite out of her steak and smiled at me while chewing. I forced myself to return the smile. There must be millions of bacteria growing inside that mouth. My face slightly scrunched up.
—Mmm… it must be nice and warm.
—Don’t even start!
The asshole in my head was King, my wolf. An absolute motherfucker.
—That was a compliment.
I took a deep breath. King was going to be the death of me. He hadn’t said it, but I knew he hated these dates as much as I did.
—Just because you never bring the pussy back home.
—And I never will, so you’re stuck with licking your own dick for now.
—Feels great. You should try it.
—Ugh! You asshole! Now I have that image stuck in my mind.
—What? You started it.
—I’m ending it!
The girl coughed to get my attention, and I realized I had spaced out again. My eyes traveled up and met hers.
“So… do you have any plans for the evening?” she asked, trying to sound sweet.
“Not really,” I quickly answered before she got any ideas. Oh wait, I just said I was free. Fuck me! I saw her eyes light up.
“What about you and I go for a walk after dinner? I was told this pack has beautiful parks and a gorgeous city landscape, many empty… pretty places,” she suggested, trailing her fork seductively on her plate, a sensual smile curving up on her red lips.
—Nice!
—Don’t!
“You know what? I just remembered. I have this thing I haven’t finished yet. It sort of has to be done by tomorrow. You know, Beta paperwork and stuff. So… yeah, I can’t. It would have been lovely, though, but I can’t,” I sputtered, swallowing hard when I finished. I hoped she would buy it.
All I wanted was to end this charade, take a hot shower, and disinfect my shoes. Whoever thought a rug was a great idea for a restaurant was an absolute idiot. The fucking thing looked sticky.
She nodded her head politely and continued eating.
Taking a deep breath, I glanced out the window. I wasn’t sure if cracking one open would help with the air quality in this place or just let the contamination in. I continued wondering as I stared at the people walking by, not a single worry as they bumped into each other. It must be nice to touch people without freaking out about their germs.
I, too, wished I could find the right one, the mate. But this girl right in front of me was definitely not it. It would not be that easy for me to choose one. I was, what some people would call, picky. There was only one person who always came to my mind, but she was off-limits. My mom had introduced me to dozens of girls, and none of them were it. Part of the problem was that when my mom saw a pretty girl from a powerful family, all I saw were germs, lots of them. An enormous ball of swarming germs, to be exact. I was glad the table was as long as it was, and I didn’t have to sit an inch closer to her.
“So, a Beta, hmm?” she questioned with hooded eyes, looking up and down my body.
Oh, no! Not again.
“Yes,” I confirmed with my deep voice, putting my elbows on the table and entangling my fingers together. She looked deeply into my eyes and bit her glossed-up lower lip. The scent of her arousal was already spreading in the fucking air.
Great!
—Oh, ho! She wants the dick.
—I can fucking smell it from here.
My nose scrunched.
Ah! What had my mom gotten me into?
—Mmm… You should give it a lick.
—The fuck?
—Yeah, come on, live a little. Lick it. I want a taste.
—Ah! Fuck you! You are disgusting.
—Nah, fuck her instead, make it nice and dirty. Give it to her in the…
I cut him off.
—Yeah, sure, I’ll risk myself catching a disease just so you can feel my meat get wet. I don’t think so.
—You’re a fucking werewolf. You can’t get sick.
—Still…
I shook my head no repeatedly. It was not the first time I had had this kind of conversation with the horny beast that lived in me. I didn’t fucking want this.
The young woman in front of me finished chewing and smiled sweetly.
How am I going to get out of this mess?
—Okay, okay. Leave it to me. I’ll fix it.
—Wait! No! King? King…
Her playful smile dropped, and she narrowed her eyes at me.
—KING!
My eyes widened. What did he just do?
—There, you’re welcome.
She gave me a fake cynical smile, stoo
—Ah, fuck! I think she drank from that cup!
I was about to freak out. Taking a deep breath, I tried not to lose it. It was like I could almost feel the germs moving on my cheek, slinking their way closer to my nostrils and eyes where they’d be able to infiltrate my body.
King laughed in his raspy voice, and I cursed his ass.
Well, that was not a first. I watched the enraged woman storm out of the restaurant, push the doorman out of the way, and slam the door on her way out.
—What the fuck did you tell her?
—Wouldn't you like to know?
I could sense King’s smirk.
—Motherfucker!
I would go to the bathroom to clean my face, but that could become a trap.
First, there was the door handle. I wasn’t going to touch that shit, not even with a napkin. That meant waiting for someone to go in or out so I could sneak in. Once inside, there was the fucking faucet. If it was not automatic or if there weren’t paper towels in an automatic dispenser, then I was massively fucked, not to mention I could be trapped inside. Even if the faucet was automatic, but the soap dispenser wasn’t, I was fucked again. Without at least five paper towels, I wouldn’t be able to open the door, so I’d be stuck there until someone came in. I didn’t even want to think about the floor and how close I would have to get to the urinals. Oh, the smell!
—Fucking idiot.
Taking a medium-size sanitizer bottle out of my right pocket, I squeezed it, pouring plenty on my palm. I then meticulously cleaned my hands, including the backs, between my fingers, and underneath the nails. To make sure I was doing it right, I counted to sixty.
—You look so stupid rubbing your hands, like a fucking fly.
I then poured some more onto my hand and cleaned my face with it. The potent smell of ninety percent alcohol burned our nose.
—Motherfucker! That stings.
—I don’t hear you laughing now, you dick bag.
—Fuck it! It was worth it.
Putting the sanitizer back in my pocket, I stood up. After fixing my jacket, I walked out. Mom paid in advance, tip included. She knew the last thing I wanted was to let someone else touch my credit card or any of my belongings, for that matter.
If there was one good thing about this restaurant, it was the doorman. Bless him. I waited for him to open the door for me, and I finally left that hell behind. At least for today.
It was almost seven in the evening, but I wasn’t heading home. I still had work to do. The excuse I made was a half-truth. The pack building was just a short four-minute walk from the restaurant, so I had walked here from my office.
I put on my black face mask and continued walking along the sidewalk back to my office. As I walked, I avoided bumping into people and made a special effort to not step on the nasty cracks in the concrete.
—Don’t even know why I put up with you…
—You say that as if you have a freaking option. Neither of us has it, so suck it up.
Our wolves had a mind of their own. They were part of us, but at the same time, they were their own separate beings. It was like sharing two bodies and two minds in the same entity. Much like…
—A parasite!
—I was going to say alter ego, but nah, a parasite is a perfect way to describe you.
Our wolves were the ones that held the magic. They gave us power, strength, and the ability to communicate telepathically with others of their kind, as well as with humans. We called it a mind-link.
Every other werewolf had a reliable wolf with them. One they could always trust, especially to relay messages to others. Normally, our wolf’s personality would match ours. In my case, it was different. Way different.
—You are a pussy, and I’m not.
—You are a disgusting motherfucker, and I need things clean and organized.
I had thought about it extensively and decided that whoever assigned this bastard to me had matched my subconscious instead of my personality. King might as well be a manifestation of my irrationality, all my fears, dark urges, and shame wrapped together in one big hairy talking dick with heavy saggy balls that I had to drag around.
—Accurate.
—Leave it to the Goddess to fuck me up.
—Not her fault you’re messed up.
I reached the pack’s building and nodded to Ned, our doorman, in greeting. Good man. He had found his mate just six months ago and already had a child on the way.
—Good to know others get to put their dicks to good use.
Taking a small tissue out of my pocket, I used it to press the call button for the executive elevator. I held the tissue in my hand to use it again for the buttons inside. This elevator was used only by pack members who worked in the Alpha’s office as well as mine.
My brother, Alpha Aaron Einar, had three secretaries. Two of them, Scarlett and Natalia, were just for fucking. The third, Minka, was the one who actually did all the work, his included. I felt sorry for Minka. The poor woman had no life.
I had to admit that having sensitive hearing and being forced to sit next door to that orgy day in and day out was no fun at all. Dreadfully, I knew for sure King enjoyed the moaning and grunting.
—Guilty.
There was that fucking smirk again. I hated when he did that.
I only had one assistant, Kane, and one secretary, Mildred. Mildred was a sweet, middle-aged cat lady. She always wore floral-patterned dresses and big round glasses. She was about my mom’s age, but I always found it more comfortable being around her than my own mother—even with the awful cat smell and cat hair all over her belongings.
Aaron did jack shit for this pack. Most of his responsibilities fell to my shoulders. I would usually stay way past working hours just to make up for the sizeable gap my brother left every fucking day. He was just the figurehead of the pack, a façade. Everyone knew that when there was an issue, I was the man to turn to.
—We.
—Yes, we.
When it came to battle, King always had to step in as well. Dolion, my brother’s wolf, was as horny as King but way dumber. And King was a dumb fuck, if you asked me.
—Hey!
—Strong and brave but dumb as fuck, and you know it.
I felt King growl at me, but I didn’t care.
The bell-like sound from the elevator distracted me from my thoughts. Finally, the elevator doors opened, and I stepped in, pressing the button for the top floor with the tissue. As the doors closed, I moved to the center, avoiding touching the walls.
The workload wouldn’t be that bad if I didn’t have to clean up after the man-child Aaron grew up to be. I shook my head in disappointment.
I had to work hard for my Beta position, beg, almost. My father refused to name me Beta for the longest time. My dad thought I was a screwup. To him, I would never be half the man Aaron was, but I was far from interested in becoming like Aaron, either.
My brother was what you could call an Alpha. Prone to anger and violence, a man-whore, dominant, always risking his ass for some stupid, unimportant reason. He fucking loved the attention. Aaron was the head of the pack, so he always was in the front, right in everyone’s faces, displaying his “power” and “strength.” He demanded obedience.
Aaron wanted to be the one talking, even when he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. Dense, as only he could fucking be. Full of his own shit. A ridiculous macho. Oh, Dad loved him. Aaron was his clone. My dad was one of those, too, an “Alpha.” Aaron would forever be his favorite child. His pride!
