Free Vegan-licious Omega by Angelique Voisen

VEGAN- LICIOUS OMEGA
     
    Wolves of
New Haven, 2
     
    Angelique Voisen
     
    Copyright © 2014
     
     
     
    Chapter One
     
    The lone box of Tofurky burger
patties sat innocently in the freezer section of New Haven’s only grocery. The
two men at the end of the aisle eyed the box and then each other distrustfully . Feeling aggressive and cranky from having
nothing in his stomach for days, Ricky Starr seized his competitor up.
    Ricky was surprised to see a
rippling wall of muscle clad in a red flannel shirt and the most intense pair
of blue eyes he’d ever come across. Ricky’s heart abruptly caught in his
throat. Buried deep inside of him, the ears of his metaphysical wolf suddenly
perked up and woke from its slumber. Never before had Ricky and his wolf
reacted so strongly to anyone and it overwhelmed him and nearly staggered him.
    The mock burger patties were
forgotten, and so was his hungry stomach. Even reason fled him. Why he was in a
dinky little town in the middle of nowhere in the first place eluded him.
Physical hunger was replaced by something else, a hunger of a much different
sort. It was the kind of hunger that dug its hooks into him and refused to
easily let go.
    Ricky was suddenly overcome by the
need to walk up to the unknown stranger, rip his flannel shirt apart and send
his buttons flying. Then he’d run his hands all over the firm and hard lines of
the stranger’s chest, stomach, and abdomen. What would it be like, to close his
hot mouth over one nipple as the stranger fisted his hand roughly into his
hair, and to feel the hard press of his jeans grinding against him?
    “Oh fuck,” Ricky whispered,
realizing the only reason why he was reacting like this.
    The hairs on his back prickled and
a chill ran down his spine. How can I be
such a careless idiot? This man’s a werewolf and a powerful one. What’s worse
is the way I’m reacting to him. A potential mate, his wolf agreed and Ricky
told it to shut its damn muzzle. The beast obeyed, but continued to watch the
man with ill-concealed interest.
    The man candy opposite him frowned
and the same realization flittered across his features. Gods, he’s gorgeous even when he’s frowning. All of Ricky’s danger
signals began to ping loudly in his head.
    Being born an Omega werewolf had its
share of handicaps, especially if one carried the Starr family name. The Starr
Mountain pack was the most powerful and influential pack in the Quad Cities,
but an Omega was still the lowest position in any wolf pack. To survive, Ricky
had been everyone’s whipping boy, their punching bag, and a submissive any
dominant wolf could take advantage of. It also didn’t help he was a vegan, and
everyone knew a real wolf ate meat.
    The only advantage he had was being
weak. Being weak, he could’ve hid his aura and presence from the wolves of New
Haven. The wolves of New Haven were known to be territorial and aggressive.
They’d rip apart any newcomer apart without hesitation, which was why the Alpha
of the Starr Mountain pack sent him. That didn’t imply the Alpha trusted him,
it only meant he was disposable. The realization still left him shaken, but
Ricky was a survivor, or he’d like to think he was.
    That confidence began to waver with
each threatening step the stranger took towards him. Ricky could almost see the
visible lines of anger and power rippling across the other man’s body. Ricky
gulped, taking a step back. His stomach grumbled again.
    Damn it all.
    Ricky was sick of always being
weak. Tireless days spent driving did little to improve his mood. All the diners
he’d stop by had no decent vegan offerings on their menus, and he’d had to
content himself with bowls of garden salad. He was just not going to die with
an empty stomach. He was going to die being chased down by a gorgeous man
candy, who also happened to eat Tofurky.
    In
much more pleasant circumstances, he sounds just like my kind of guy.  
    “Where did you
come from, little wolf? Why haven’t I