Free Gluten-Free Gamma by Angelique Voisen Page A

from Jax Starr without suffering repercussions.
     

Chapter One
     
    “See here, Jack. Most people don’t
understand what it really means to be gluten-free. Gluten-free products were
created for people with celiac disease, people whose bodies can’t process
gluten—” Alvin Heinz abruptly broke off from his current conversation. Outside
the glass doors, Al spotted the familiar shape of the man, the wolf, he craved and wanted so badly ever since the first
time he laid his eyes on him.
    “Al? Hello, earth to Al.” Jack
waved a hand in his face, but Al barely paid him any attention.
    The bell of the bakery chimed, and
all six foot plus of the sexy, powerful Beta enforcer for the New Haven pack,
Terrence Neo, strode in. In Al’s opinion, the tight-lipped, unsociable man was
a vision in leather and tightly fitting jeans. The scent of diesel oil and
mountains rolled off him and mingled with the scent of freshly baked bread.
    If he wasn’t working at Tires on
the Go, New Haven’s only car repair shop, Terrence prowled the mountains
surrounding the town, keeping an eye out for supernatural intruders. Nobody
knew why he preferred to live a solitary existence. Although
both males and females had unsuccessfully tried to woo him, but not because he
was celibate. Terrence had proved on more than one occasion he liked
taking what he wanted when he wanted it, but he made it clear all he was
interested is was fucking.
    Every Monday he came to the bakery, and Al always put down whatever he was doing to
subtlety admire and devour the man candy in front of him. Terrence always wore
his black hair short, almost military-cut, so his dark eyes always stood out,
stark against his handsome face. Under his worn leather jacket, hard and
well-defined muscles stood against his simple shirt.
    Al fantasized about accidentally
brushing against Terrence’s harsh chest, imagining all the feel of the yummy
muscles beneath. Ogling Terrence didn’t help his level of control either.
    The other thing Al desired with the
same level of heated passion was bread. He’d been baking ever since he could
work an oven. Even being diagnosed with celiac disease and unable to eat most
of his gluten-loaded baked goodies hadn’t stopped him from pursuing his
passion.
    “Dude, you’re practically drooling
on the counter,” Jack said unhelpfully from the customer end of the cashier.
    “Keep your damn voice down,” Al
hissed.
    Terrence didn’t pay him or Jack any
attention. He waved to the only other customer in the bakery—Derrick, Jack’s
impressive mate and one of the most powerful wolves in the pack.
    As a Gamma like Jack, Al didn’t
stand out in the pack. He often wondered what a powerful wolf like Terrence
looked for in a mate—if he was interested in finding a mate at all.
    “Wouldn’t it be wonderful,” Jack
said, sighing, his gaze glued on Derrick. “If we can go on a
double date?”
    Al snorted. “Sure. Derrick and you, and me and a French loaf?”
    Jack rolled his eyes. “Of course not, idiot.” He nodded to Terrence, who was
speaking in soft tones, probably discussing pack business they didn’t want
their lesser wolves to hear.
    “Him? Ha,
I’ll be dust and bones first before he notices tubby and ordinary little me,”
Al muttered.
    As if picking up on their
conversation, Terrence turned his head and looked at Al. His gaze speared
through him, making his hands sweat and his heart thump with sheer agitation.
    Al quickly looked away. Terrence
noticing him was just a figment of his imagination. He was sure of it. Terrence
continued talking to Derrick, unaware Al existed at all.
    “Besides, don’t you do doubles with
Don and Rick?”
    Don and Rick’s mating was another
fairy-tale story where a dominant wolf chose a submissive wolf for his partner.
Envy coiled inside him, lethal and furious. Damn. He shouldn’t be jealous.
    What Al should be was be happy for
Jack, and Don and Rick. Since Jack and Rick’s arrival in the pack, he’d