My Alpha Mate is a Racing Star

Suvi’s POVThe man glares at Ricky. He’s stronger than Ricky, and taller. Ricky’s no match for him, and Ricky knows it, too. So he gets up from the ground and dusts himself off. "Whatever, man," Ricky says, rolling his eyes. “Come on guys. This slut isn’t worth it.” They leave, following Ricky back into the forest."Thank you," I breathe.“My pleasure,” he smiles. “I saw them grab you back there at the market. It looks like you needed some help. I have no patience for assholes like those guys. Where were they taking you, anyway?”“It doesn’t matter,” I reply. He’s younger than me, maybe mid-twenties? He has an essence about him though. He’s mature for his age, I can tell. He smiles at me again, and his green eyes light up. Something inside me stirs. He’s actually really handsome. A bit too young for me, but handsome none-the-less.He reminds me of the basketball players I used to know from the university campus. Energetic, charismatic, fit. I can't help but think that if I were stil

Suvi’s POV“I’ve already told you, Miss Merdock. The hotel is fully booked. We simply don’t have a spare room for your poodle.” I plaster a smile on my face. This is the third time Miss Merdock has been to the front desk in the past twenty minutes. As a front desk worker at the Green Tree Hotel, I’m used to difficult guests. But Miss Merdock is a whole new level of difficult!“Surely you can do something.” She rolls her eyes. Her poodle, Mr. Flufferoos is under her arm like a football. “Or should I take this to the manager?”It’s a threat. Whenever they mention the manager, it’s to bully me into getting what they want. I scan the computer screen. The only room left is the penthouse suite. She clicks her nails on the counter. “I’m waiting,” she says.“As a matter of fact, I do have a room for Mr. Flufferoos,” I sigh. I can’t believe I’m giving our best room to a poodle. I hand her the key. As soon as she’s out of sight, I put my head in my hands.It’s been an emotionally draining day. I

Suvi’s POVJosh is standing outside my door. What the? I sigh. I just had a long day at work and just want to unwind with Myla.He’s called me a few times since our dinner, but I haven’t picked up. What’s the point? He has a fiancé! I have a nice, peaceful life with Myla and Lucinda. I want to keep it that way.“You haven’t returned my calls,” he says as I approach. I fumble for my keys in my purse. I don’t want to talk to him. He should have told me about his fiancé. “I was worried,” he continues.Damn, he’s cute. Dark denim jeans. Black leather jacket. Shining green eyes. And his tousled brown hair falling over his forehead.‘No, Suvi,’ I scold myself. He wasn’t honest with you. He’s getting married!“No need to be worried,” I say dismissively. “As you can see, I’m perfectly fine.”Except that I’m not. I really enjoyed our dinner together. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to think that maybe…just maybe…“Can we talk?” he asks. He’s standing between me and the door. Not in an agg

Suvi’s POV“You didn’t!” Lucinda exclaims, clamped her hand over her mouth. Lucinda had been waiting for me at home, anxiously. “You turned him down? Josh? You actually turned down a famous race car driver? A future Alpha? Are you drunk?”I know Lucina’s just joking. I’d told all about my little meeting with Josh in his private room. She’s teasing me now.Because it DID sound crazy!On paper, sure, Josh sounds perfect. He’s all those things…rich, famous, next in line for Alpha. And more! You can add sweet, kind, generous, great with kids…The list of Josh’s qualities is long.Plus, I bet he’s one hell of a kisser.But Lucinda knows me better than anyone. She loves me more than anyone. She’s worried about my feelings, too. She’s just trying to make light of serious situations. It’s her style. Cover it up with humor.Deep down, she’s just as concerned as I am that I’ll get hurt.“He has a fiancé!” I point out. “The whole time he was flirting with me, he was engaged. Still is, as far as I

Suvi’s POVI go to work as usual. I’m a little worried at first that someone will recognize me. From the TV. I don’t want any attention. But no one does. That’s the beauty of living in the slums. No one pays attention to the news or other celebrity stuff. For the first time in my life, I’m actually grateful that I live in the slums.It’s a pretty normal shift. I sign in some guests, send out some ‘Thanks for staying with us’ emails. The hotel is pretty quiet. But near the end of my shift, the door swings open and a woman waltzes in.Her red curls. Her designer clothes. The way she walks with a confidence that only comes from money and status.I recognize her immediately.Brooke.Josh’s fiancé.She walks right up to the desk and eyes me up and down.“Can I help you?” I ask. I have no idea why she’s here, but I assume it’s not to book a room.She clicks her tongue. “So you’re Josh’s mate,” she says. “I have to admit, I was expecting something a little…how do I say this? Wolfier?”I fig