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Alpha’s Virgin Singer
A Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance
Copyright © 2021 Casey Morgan; All Rights Reserved.
A standalone full-length novel in the
Alpha’s Virgin series (Book 14)
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Belinda
Chapter Two
Kace
Chapter Three
Belinda
Chapter Four
Kace
Chapter Five
Belinda
Chapter Six
Kace
Chapter Seven
Belinda
Chapter Eight
Kace
Chapter Nine
Belinda
Chapter Ten
Kace
Chapter Eleven
Belinda
Chapter Twelve
Kace
Chapter Thirteen
Belinda
Chapter Fourteen
Kace
Chapter Fifteen
Belinda
Chapter Sixteen
Kace
Chapter Seventeen
Belinda
Epilogue
Kace
Sneak Peek of Alpha’s Spring Virgin
Books in the Alpha’s Virgin Series
Chapter One
Belinda
“Belinda! Belinda! Are you listening?”
My Uncle John was giving me his bi-weekly lecture on what I should do if Samone and Mary ended up splitting from our rock group: Alexandrite. I have heard this speech from my uncle/manager so often since Samone said that she and Mary wanted to pursue something different. I knew there would be some changes, but I was not super worried about it. My only focus was the music—specifically, this love song I was trying to flesh out. The lyrics just weren’t coming to me.
Love songs just weren’t my forte. Maybe it was because I had never been in love. Honestly, I had never seen the appeal of romance. It seemed messy, complicated, and a waste of time. Why would I want to date some guy when I could be writing the next chart-topping hit? There were just so many other things to do with my time that seemed more fruitful. I didn’t even really care for romance songs. Still, the label wanted an album full of love ballads. I really liked having a recording contract, which sometimes meant bowing to the powers that be.
“I’m listening, uncle. You want to prepare for the worst.”
Actually, I hadn’t heard a word he had said, but he kept saying the same things, so it wasn’t hard to throw out the buzz words.
“Yes, and I hope you’re taking this seriously.” I nodded to get him off my back, but he wasn’t done with the briefing. “The next thing we have to worry about is your stalker. I got another email from them.” This was a topic that always captured my attention.
“Let me see it.”
John passed me his tablet. Unfortunately, the stalker had somehow gotten my personal email. I had always tried to be careful—never logging into my personal and public email on the same device, being extremely stingy about who got my phone number, living in a gated home. It was an abundance of caution.
However, ever since my friend Hannah died because of a stalker, I took this kind of stuff super seriously.
My eyes went down the paragraph my stalker sent me, and it was the usual harrowing threats. I’d chosen to ignore them, hoping they would go away. I was a little dismissive initially, but that was because when this started, their messages were intense but positive. Ever since they’d gotten less favorable, I’d been on alert. This time, they were saying they would find me because I hadn’t responded.
While I wanted to be safe, I didn’t know how to handle this.
“What do you think I should do?” I asked my uncle, passing the tablet back to him.
“I think we can hire bodyguards. Some separate from the security detail from the label.”
Bodyguards? I didn’t want to draw more attention. If I traveled everywhere with a beefed-up detail, that might make things worse, but I didn’t mind the idea of having someone watch out for me.
“I’ll agree only if we keep it down to one guard.”
That way my routine won’t be too disturbed, and this whole thing wouldn’t draw the press. I wasn’t the biggest fan of the press—in particular, the paparazzi. I didn’t mind talking to the occasional music journalist. However, some people were just leaches looking for the next sensational headline.
I was still disgusted with TMZ for posting Hannah’s autopsy and crime scene pictures. I knew they would have posted ones of her corpse, but that would have pushed them into sticky legal territory. It was the small blessings.
All I knew was that anything about my personal life was mine to share, not theirs to record.
“I’ll take care of everything,” John said, shaking me from my thoughts.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
He really did so much for me. Without him, I’d probably lose my mind. John could be overbearing, but he dealt with the little details I didn’t want to think about.
“And please think about the future of Alexandrite. You can’t just hope for the best. Make a few contingency plans, alright?”
I nodded, but I really wasn’t worried.
Mary and Samone were valuable members of our band, but Nina and I could keep Alexandrite going. I was sure the label would sign the two of us on with new additions to replace Mary and Samone if they ended up leaving. And I wasn’t mad about it like John was. In fact, I was happy for them. They’ve wanted to try a new sound, and it would make more sense for them to form a new group instead of suppressing their artistic desires just because they didn’t want to upset people. They deserved to do what they wanted to do. They weren’t hurting anyone, and they weren’t doing it to hurt anyone. I valued their friendship, and because I cared for them, I wanted them to be happy.
“I have to work on some songs. Can we talk later?” I asked my uncle.
If I let him, John would go on and on about all the ways he wanted me to handle Alexandrite. It wasn’t hard to drown him out, but I really wanted to fiddle with my guitar. On top of these romantic lyrics, I was working on a chord progression. That was a lot easier than the lyrics. And I had to do a whole album…
“Sure, but we should reconvene in a couple hours. I’m going to go look into security guards, and I think I might be able to get someone here before the end of the day.”
Damn, that would be fast.
It was possible that I would have a whole new person in my life, in my house by the evening. Hopefully, whoever my uncle hired would understand my schedule, how I liked to work, and give me the space I needed.
“Okay, just call me when you need me.”
I left my uncle and headed to my in-home recording studio. I’d get as much as I could get done before whatever guard showed up. I tried out the progression I was working on, putting tweaks here and there, getting myself into the zone.
Music was my life, and I hoped to keep it that way.
Chapter Two
Kace
I sat alone in my office, crunching numbers on the computer. Things were not looking good. I needed a gig soon, or I’d have to rethink being a bodyguard. Until recently, I’d always kept enough jobs that I could sustain myself. Since that was my only concern, it had been enough. Now I wondered if I should have worked more to account for the lulls.
Luckily, the phone rang. “Whitepaw Bodyguards. Kace Whitepaw speaking.”
“Mr. Whitepaw, my name is John Harrison. I am calling on behalf of my client, Belinda Harrison, who is a singer. She is looking for a personal bodyguard, and you came highly recommended. Would it be possible for you to come in and speak with us this afternoon?”
Belinda Harrison? The name sounded familiar. While I spoke, I looked her up on the internet.
“Yes, I can come in to speak with both of you. May I ask why she is looking for protection?”
“That’ll all be discussed when we meet. She likes her privacy, so that’s why we do it this way.”
My search popped up, and I realized who Belinda Harrison was—the pop band Alexandrite's lead singer. I hadn’t really heard much of their music, but I knew they were the hot new band on the charts.
“No problem. What’s the address?”
John gave me the place where I would be meeting Belinda as well as the time. We said goodbye, and I hung up. This job would probably set me up for a while. Since I only worked when I needed money, there was a chance of a significant break after the contract was over. I’d been meaning to spend some time in the woods and get in touch with my wolf side. Being in the city meant shifting less often. The time I spent in the woods was unmitigated freedom.
I left for my interview a couple of hours later. Miss Harrison’s house was as fancy as I expected, but I was still surprised by how large it was. Alexandrite must really be doing well for itself.
The house was gated, so I
“You must be Kace Whitepaw. I’m John Harrison.” The manager had a pleasant enough smile. He was stocky and baldheaded with a down-to-earth face but dressed in an expensive suit. He held out his hand, and I shook it.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Let me take you back to meet Belinda. She’s working in the recording studio.”
I followed John through the house. It was impressive, and for such a big home being occupied by one person, it did feel lived in.
We reached the recording studio through a long hallway. John knocked on the door before opening it. It looked like Belinda hadn’t even heard the knock because she was solely focused on playing. She had on some headphones while she strummed and softly sang.
Because she was so engrossed in her song, it gave me a chance to observe her. She was striking with long blonde hair died pink at the ends, and killer curves. It felt strange to think this, but she was exactly my type. Her fierce concentration was adorable. Maybe that sounded a little condescending, but there was something attractive about her laser focus. Maybe it reminded me of myself: a wolf on the hunt.
“Belinda!”
John tried calling her name a few times, but we could hear whatever she was playing in her headphones, so I doubted any outside noise would get through. Eventually, he just tapped her on the shoulder. The girl quickly spun around, pushing her headphones off her head and onto her neck.
“What is it?” Her mood seemed a little sour. Upset at being interrupted was my guess, but it quickly flipped.
“Belinda, I’d like you to meet Kace Whitepaw. He’s the bodyguard I told you about.”
“Right,” she nodded before putting her guitar in its stand and standing up to greet me. “Belinda Harrison.” She held out her hand for me to shake, blue eyes meeting mine.
“Kace Whitepaw.”
I took her small hand in mine, and it felt as if a bolt of lightning flashed through my body. Desire filled my veins. It was weird feeling this way about a human and potential client. The human part made it unusual, but her being a potential client made it a complete no-go.
Belinda let go of my hand and gave me an analytical look.
“Thanks for coming, Kace. Has my uncle told you about what’s been going on?” Her eyes looked directly into mine.
Despite wanting her with every fiber of my being, I knew I needed to appear professional. “Yep,” I mumbled, “and no, I wasn’t briefed.” I was keeping my response short to avoid saying anything weird or embarrassing.
“I’m sure he’d be happy to,” the singer deferred to her manager, which was perfectly fine with me. If I was focusing on him, I wasn’t eyeing the ample cleavage peeking out of her low-cut shirt.
“Of course,” John piped in. He took out a tablet and started taping on it. “I think I should just show you the emails. Belinda’s been getting them for a few months now.” After a few moments of navigating, John passed the tablet over to me. “They’re all in the tag marked ‘stalker’.”
How very to the point. I scrolled through the tag and saw a bunch of emails. The sheer amount of them would be enough to warrant labeling the event as stalking, but the content was also concerning. The first few ones were friendly, simply asking Belinda about her life, gushing about her music, but they soon turned a little too friendly. Soon, they were declaring their love.
“What did you do when you got these emails?” I was looking at John even though this was clearly a question for Belinda. She did pick up on that and answered.
“I ignored them. My uncle thought it was the best idea, and I agreed, but if you keep scrolling, you’ll see that just made them angry.”
I nodded because I did notice that.
With a stalker, it was always hard to tell which way it could go. Sometimes, they’d simply give up. Other times, they’d continue to be intense but friendly. And then there was the worst outcome, which was when they got angry. That was when things could get dangerous. It was a good idea to call in some extra help like Belinda and John were doing. Maybe the threats would never amount to anything, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
“I’m sure you think this whole thing is stupid.” Belinda almost seemed to be apologizing. Even if I did find the request exaggerated, it wasn’t my place to tell a client to disregard their feelings. Sometimes merely feeling unsafe was enough reason to take measures. “It’s just, I had this friend Hannah, Hannah Morris, and things didn’t end well for her. I’m worried and maybe paranoid, but I just can’t help it…”
Hannah Morris… That name was familiar. I remembered the news story about a young pop star being stabbed by a crazed fan. She had died. I was in Afghanistan at the time. It was before I had started my own security business. When Hannah died, her security detail was heavily shamed. The death of someone you’re meant to protect hit hard.
It made sense that Belinda was cautious.
“Trust me when I say it’s not overeating to play it safe. If nothing happens, nothing happens, but it’s always better to be prepared in case it does.”
The singer nodded. She seemed somewhat reassured by my words.
“So, what kind of availability do you have?” John asked.
I turned to him, glad for the distraction. Something about seeing Belinda so vulnerable set off my protection instinct beyond the typical “it’s your job” aspect.
“I don’t have anything on my plate right now, so I can dedicate as much time as you need.”
John looked happy with this. “Perfect. You came highly recommended, and we’d be happy to have you start as early as tomorrow morning.”
The manager threw a glance at Belinda to get final approval. When she nodded, I couldn’t believe how relieved I was. Yeah, I needed the money, but it wasn’t like I couldn’t easily get another gig if this one didn’t work out. I really wanted to work with Belinda. She almost felt like a pack member.
There were dangers already creeping in, and they were coming from my end. I would need to tread carefully with this client before I made a huge misstep.
Chapter Three
Belinda
I woke up the following day super early, feeling excited. We had booked some studio time at the label. Sitting up in bed, I thought about Kace. The interview yesterday went well, though he seemed a little distant. Maybe that was just a bodyguard thing? As long as he was effective, he didn’t need to be my best friend or anything.
I got up and did a little workout to get me nice and awake. Next, I showered and got myself dressed. I’d have breakfast after the session. I didn’t like to eat before a recording. It made me feel heavy, which made me feel slow. I needed all the energy I could get in the booth.
Not too much time later, I heard the doorbell. I took a look at the security camera and saw that it was Kace. My uncle got to the front door at record speed. I headed down a little slower, knowing John would keep Kace occupied for that extra minute or two.
When I got to the foyer, I found John and Kace talking. When I entered, they both turned to me.
“Belinda! Are you ready to head out?” my uncle looked at me expectantly.
I nodded to answer his question, but my eyes kept darting to my new bodyguard. He was wearing this… suit. I couldn’t say why I was so enthralled with his clothing. Maybe it was because it looked… good? I hadn’t expected him to dress up like that. Kace hadn’t looked bad yesterday. He had just been dressed more casually in jeans and a tee with a jacket. But it would make sense that he wore something different when he was on the job.
We all left together, with Kace leading. He held open the door for me and made sure to stay close but not too close. I felt like I’d be safe on my property, but I wasn’t about to object. The bodyguard probably knew how to do his job better than I did.
Kace sat in the back with my uncle and me in the limo since we already had a driver. I kept glancing over at him thinking it was his well-fitting suit catching my eye. Yet, it didn’t take long for me to realize that it was actually the man in it who had all my attention.
