3

KNIGHT

“What the fuck did you two do?” I blew out a hard breath. I was having a conference call when my third-in-command, Luka, used the link to inform me of these twins’ brawl with the biker’s son, Travis.

They lowered their gazes, showing their respect for my rank. They both had busted faces and knuckles. They could have handled Cadogan’s son if they weren’t afraid of exposing us.

“Don’t.” I cut off quickly when they both opened their mouths. “I don’t wanna hear excuses. And this is your last warning. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Alpha,” they chorused in submission.

“I was in the middle of an important call, and here you two are trying to prove to be men when you both are just pups. And now I have to deal with Cadogan.” I looked at Maddox and Fabian. “That these two idiots are out of their minds.”

“It won’t happen again, Alpha,” North, the youngest, said.

“It’s Travis’s fault, Alpha.” Of course, West had to make an excuse for himself.

“I don’t wanna hear it, West.” I pointed at him. My anger still kept boiling. I grabbed him by his front shirt and made sure he looked me in the eye. “If you want to blow some steam, come to me, and I will show you. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes, Alpha.” He nodded quickly. “I’m so sorry, Alpha.”

“I don’t care if you apologize. The damage has been done.”

And then he coughed, blood spattering on my white shirt. The guys gasped as they saw the bloodstain.

“What the fuck?” I let him go.

“I have a loose tooth.”

“Unbelievable.” I shook my head in dissatisfaction.

My phone chimed. The message came from McKaye, my cousin, that his twin’s best friend just arrived at the house. As an alpha, I had to welcome our guests, especially those at the pack house.

“See the pack doctor, or I will be the one to pull that tooth off your mouth.” I went on my bike.

I loved this baby that had been mine for two years. I could afford sports cars, but it wasn’t my thing. Besides, I needed to run the winery business and invest till I grew old so the next generation had trust funds to continue the Blackwell legacy.

Being werewolves, we lived longer than normal humans. We needed to save for future generations. In my case, I also ran a pack.

We arrived at the house, and the twins quickly argued, blaming each other when it was all their fault and why they always got into trouble.

“Knock it off!” I was still pissed at them.

It was easy to please Cadogan. All I had to do was give him a few bottles of wine, and I didn’t want to have bad blood with bikers.

We may be stronger than them, but they could play dirty. And I also wanted human allies. Besides, they couldn’t open their mouths that we were werewolves if they found out our secrets.

I just heard someone say from the house. A voice so buttery, soft, and sweet, and a smooth touch of bourbon vanilla with a human scent, and something more lingered in the air. A fizz of citrus atop a floral jasmine and rose after the rain with a warmth of Amber and Sandalwood yielded an incredibly sensual sillage.

Then I heard her laugh, her voice so rich and free, almost catching me off guard.

And I hated surprises.

I was always ready for anything, but not this time.

My heart nearly busted in my chest because I instantly knew what was happening.

I took off my sunglasses and lifted my gaze.

"Mine." My wolf purred in delight, claiming what was rightfully and fated for him.

It should take me to the moon that she was stunning— so goddamn beautiful, and those incredibly innocent eyes were staring back at mine.

This was not happening.

Alpha Califf’s words were a punch to my gut, but a human and distractions were the last thing I wanted in my life right now. No matter how gorgeous she was, she was also human. And I had priorities. She was not on the list. My eyes just glowed. I felt it.

“Fuck. Shit.” I stepped back and grabbed my bike on the ground, dashing away.

I arrived at my house. I quickly took off my shirt and went to shower. Her eyes still lingered in my brain. My wolf just purred in agreement.