Utopia

Utopia

Gale Stanley

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Table of Contents

Utopia

The Alpha’s Demiwolf (Utopia 1)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

The Beta’s Spitfire (Utopia 2)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

The Omega’s Temptation (Utopia 3)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

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Utopia

Gale Stanley

When pack politics collide with destined mates, Alpha Levi and his men must make some hard choices…

The Alpha’s Demiwolf (Utopia 1)

Kya: I’m half wolf, half human, and despised by both species. I hung on to my virginity until I got knocked up by the big bad wolf. Now, I’m going to bring another demiwolf into the world.

The Beta’s Spitfire (Utopia 2)

Samson: Levi and I have always been best friends. Now he’s the pack Alpha and I’m his beta, a.k.a. the man who cleans up after his shit storms. When he dumps his intended, it’s my job to take care of her. Delilah is beautiful, a real spitfire, and completely off limits. But she ignites a fire that makes my wolf sit up and howl.

The Omega’s Temptation (Utopia 3)

Alex: I’ve had enough of trying to please my parents and their pack. I escaped to hide among the humans, but now I have to choose -- stay in hiding or reveal my identity to save the woman I love?

The Alpha’s Demiwolf (Utopia 1)

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Kya: I’m a demiwolf -- half wolf, half human -- and both species despise my weird mix of genes. Despite the fact I strip for a living, I’ve hung on to my virginity for twenty-two years. Until I got knocked up by a big, bad wolf. Now, I’m going to bring another demiwolf into the world, but his father will never know.

Levi: I’m all wolf, and Alpha of my pack, committed to keeping our bloodlines pure. Then on the night of my bachelor party, I hooked up with a stripper. I just wanted to teach the demiwolf a lesson, but the sex set me on fire. My wolf claimed her and now I can’t get her out of my head. But what if she can’t accept me?

Chapter One

Levi

By the time we hit the last club on our bar crawl, I was hungry for action. So far, the talent had been underwhelming, but now my expectations soared. Show ’n Tails had never failed to impress me before. It’s no gentleman’s club, just a down-at-the-heels titty bar, but it has the most athletic pole dancers I’ve ever seen. The club is open 24/7 and the management didn’t discriminate. As long as a customer had deep pockets, they didn’t care if he was a testosterone-fueled wolf-shifter who wanted to finger the merchandise or bust a few tables.

I had high hopes that my bachelor party would end with excessive fucking. Not that it mattered. This wasn’t one last fuck before the wedding. In my world, screwing around doesn’t end with marriage. The same doesn’t hold true for she-wolves. Our women are held to a different standard. Enforced monogamy is the rule, and for good reasons. She-wolves are in short supply and we strive to keep our bloodlines pure. Yes, we’re possessive hypocrites. It’s not fair but that’s the way it is.

The limo deposited us at the front door. Samson, my beta and best man, handed some cash to the bleary-eyed bouncer and we stumbled inside. The bright spotlights, loud music, and pungent aroma of human pheromones sent me into sensory overload, but it was all good. The place had sentimental value and being there brought back personal memories.

My father took me to Show ’n Tails when I was a cub and he was pack Alpha. My mother knew, but she turned the other cheek. Learning about sex from a hooker or a stripper has always been an accepted part of a male’s education for wolf-shifters. In fact, it’s compulsory for Alphas and I was well educated. The old man took me back many times. He doesn’t fuck around anymore, but I still like to come back with my boys.

A little blonde wearing bikini bottoms and nothing else showed us to a table for four. She leaned over and shoved her rack in my face. I’m on next.

I’ll be watching. I stuck my tongue out and licked her nipple. She giggled and turned away.

We ordered a round of drinks and Samson held up his glass. To Levi. He looked from Milo to Axel. You guys don’t have a clue how fucking long I’ve waited to hear him admit that I’m the best man.

We all laughed, and Axel responded with his own toast. To the kisses we’ve snatched and the snatches we’ve kissed.

Milo, never one to be outdone spoke up. To our wives and girlfriends, may they never meet.

I’ll drink to that. I lifted my glass and downed half the contents.

The guys were only half joking. When the old man turned the reins over to me, he reminded me that I had a fiancée simmering on the back burner and it was time to marry. You can still have fun, he said. Keep a human girl or two on the side, but make sure she knows she’s a side piece. No strings, just fucking.

It’s well known that wolves have big sex drives. She-wolves are off-limits until marriage, but anything goes with human females. I knew from personal experience that the strippers at Show ’n Tails were ready, willing, able, and smart enough to protect themselves from accidents. The last thing I wanted to do was produce a half-breed. I just wanted a good time and the girls just wanted to make money. Of course, I’d make sure they enjoyed themselves, too. It was a win-win situation.

* * *

Kya

I cringed when I saw the billboard proclaiming, Girls! Girls! Girls! It was a tacky way to get attention, and I hated it. Averting my eyes, I turned the corner, pulled into the lot, and parked my old pickup behind the club. It was my first night at Show ’n Tails, and a definite step down from my old job, but I’d been fired and needed a gig ASAP. The incident wasn’t my fault. There were two of us on the stage and Brandi was so sloshed she invaded my space and fell on her ass. As if that wasn’t enough, she accused me of tripping her. Well, one thing led to another and we both got canned. Another girl told me that Show ’n Tails was hiring and I went for an audition. The manager was an asshat, but he doesn’t ask too many questions. I like to keep a low profile.

This isn’t the life I wanted, but taking off my clothes pays the bills, and I won’t apologize for trying to earn a living. At least I’m not selling my body, just the illusion of sex. A lot of girls up their game, but not me. My virginity is the last piece of self-respect I own and I won’t give it up to some creep for any amount of money.

The heavy backdoor slammed shut and locked behind me and the manager shot me a dirty look. Hey, Kya. You’re late.

Sorry, it won’t happen again. And my name is Raven when I’m working.

Marty’s lip curled in a sneer. Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You better get dressed. I mean undressed. He snickered.

I ignored his disrespectful ass, and walked over to the dressing room. A row of dented lockers lined one wall. A wide counter with a lighted mirror behind it ran the length of the opposite wall. Everything stunk from sweat and cheap perfume. The long vanity was cluttered with makeup and no one made room for the new girl, so I started changing next to my locker. When a spot at the mirror opened up, I grabbed it and started working on my wild black curls.

Marty stuck his head in the door. Hey, fresh meat, you’re on next.

I knew he meant me. I was the newest girl there. Half of me cringed, the half that’s wolf. The half I keep hidden. Or is it a quarter of me I keep hidden? I guess it depends on how you look at it. A full-blooded wolf-shifter is already half human, although they’ll never admit to it. My father was a wolf, but my mother was human. Does that mean I’m… Oh, fuck the fractions. No matter how you look at it, I’m a demiwolf.

But I look human. I checked my body in the mirror. Yep, a hot as hell human female stared back at me. Tacky, but sexy. Nothing says stripper like stiletto platform heels and a thong that shows off a girl’s booty. I slipped on a white, halter mini-dress with a drape-neck, an open back, and a side slit. Then I ran my hands through my curls and gave my lips one last swipe of purple-plum gloss.

It’s so much easier to call myself human and blend in with the majority. The humans are clueless. They know we exist, but they believe we keep to our own side of the tracks. The wolves are a different story. They can smell my lupine pheromones, but they don’t want me. I’m not pure. Fuck ‘em. At least I can make a living among the humans. Stripping might be a trashy job, but it pays for the life I’m trying to live. It’s not the life I want, but it’s all I’ve got. I used to dream about being accepted by my father’s people. Fat chance. They wouldn’t even accept him because he had a human lover and a half-breed kid.

My parents never married, but they lived together -- sometimes. When my father was around, I was daddy’s girl. But all too often, he would disappear as if he had no family. My mother would drink and tell me that he liked to hang out with his own kind in places where we weren’t accepted. When he came back from his trips, he’d act cold and resentful, but it wouldn’t last long. Eventually, he’d tell me he loved me and everything would be okay again. I thought nothing would keep us apart for good. I was wrong.

One day he didn’t come back. We found out he was killed in a bar fight. One of his so-called friends called me a mongrel and Dad died defending me. My mother cried and cried. She said this was why they never wanted kids. So I was what… an accident?

I couldn’t blame them. Not really. Life was hard enough without being born with this weird mix of genes. I hated myself, too. I wished I’d never been born. At least I could make things easier for my mother. As soon as I finished school, I left home and never looked back.

While waiting to go on, I thought about my routine -- floor work, then pole dancing, then back on the floor. I’m not nervous anymore about being naked in front of a roomful of men. I was at first, but now I focus on my moves. I’ve been scorned and dehumanized all my life, so I like to emphasize something I can do well -- dance.

I peeked through the curtain and watched Candy finish her routine. There’s a mirror behind the stage and a pole in the center. Chairs surrounded the stage for customers who wanted direct contact with the dancers. I watched one of the men put a bill in his mouth. Candy shoved her breasts in his face and used them to grab the money. There were hoots and hollers and more men waved bills at her. She collected all of her tips, then picked up her clothes, and ran off the stage.

The DJ, sitting in an alcove nearby, introduced me. Next up is a beautiful lady who’s new here. You’re gonna see her naked for the first time tonight.

Well, it’s not a complete lie. It’s my first time naked on this stage.

Give Raven a nice warm welcome.

My heartbeat skyrocketed as I stepped through the curtains and climbed the three steps to the stage. The opening bars of my music started up and I began to move.

* * *

Levi

My anticipation ran high. I’m always excited to see new talent. Samson made a joke about the taste of fresh meat and we all laughed, then I looked up at the stage and my eyes practically popped out of my head, like in one of those old cartoons. The new girl… what’s her name? Raven. She took my breath away. Her curvy shape and that thick black mane had me salivating. From what I could see, everything looked natural, and she had the best set of legs in the club.

That is one hot piece of ass. Samson stood up. I need a closer look.

Samson walked over to the stage and we all followed. Raven smiled in our direction and my heart took a leap. Her white mini dress emphasized all that golden skin, but it was her eyes that really stood out. Almond in shape and color, they seemed to be staring directly at me.

* * *

Kya

There was movement when I walked out. Evidently, the customers wanted a closer look at the fresh meat. Four men moved from their table to sit at the stage. I smiled at them because it’s rule number one. Be nice to the customers, and it will pay off in more tips.

The tallest of the group locked his dark chocolate eyes on mine, and it was hot as hell. He was enormous with big, broad shoulders and masculine appeal. Thick brown hair framed a strong jaw with just the right amount of sexy stubble. One of his friends slapped him on the back. Hey, Levi. She just eye fucked the shit out of you.

Levi winked and flashed me a cocky grin as his gaze raked my body. I felt my heart beat in my pussy and I knew I’d be dancing for him tonight.

What the fuck? That notion didn’t come from me. Just like always, I chalked it up to wolf genes.

Growing up, I was a confused kid, reclusive and lonely. My only friend was a voice in my head that I called Raven. My mother called her an imaginary friend. She said Raven would disappear when I got older and learned to cope with life’s