The patrol had nothing to report, which is a relief before we head into the ceremony tonight. Making my way through the packhouse to my room, my wolf pushes forward stopping me on the second floor. Something smells delicious, and sweet, like honey and cinnamon. Mhmmm. Someone must have gone to the bakery after the shift.
After a quick shower, I tug on some jeans and a nice button-up shirt. My dad was always one for a suit or slacks at the least. That just isn’t my style, I don’t dig the formal look, I like to look professional but approachable. I decided when I became Alpha to not be one of the stuffy ones, to treat my pack as my father did, like family. No need to instill fear into them, they should respect me because of the way I lead and how I act, not because they are scared I will throw them in the cells and beat them.
Rolling my sleeves up, I spray a bit of mousse on my hand and waggle my hands through my hair. Rinsing my hands as I glance at my reflection, I’d say I look respectable.
Walking into the main hall, I see pack members have already started arriving. I spot Grayson talking to the food servers and head toward him. “How’d things go with the new members?” I ask. He gives a nod, “good, real good.” “Got the three set up with their sponsors, the she-wolf warrior moved in and set to start training in the morning.” “Great! Thanks, Grayson.” I say.
Stopping to chat with various pack members, the ceremony is off to a great start. Everyone seems to be excited about some new faces around here. I’m headed to grab a drink when Fiona steps in front of me. Damn. She is wearing a low-cut pink dress that clings to her figure, leaving little to the imagination.
“Alpha” She purred, running a hand up my bicep “think you’ll have time afterward to squeeze me in?” I feel the strain of the denim as I start sporting the semi.
Clearing my throat, “Uhm, yeah, come by my office afterward”. I make quick work to get to the bar, I need that drink more than ever now.
Nursing on a whiskey neat, I see some of the sponsors and make it a point to get over to the new members.
A little geeky-looking guy named Steve is here for our security division. He’s spent the last few years mastering hacking and the way he talks about systems is far over my head. He’s sharp, and having him here will be great for the team. Keeping our tech security division evolving with new blood, will keep us on our toes and always ahead of the curve.
A man walks towards me with a swagger. Christ. I hope to hell I don’t walk like that. I see him lick his lips as he looks back towards the bar. I glance over to see what he’s preying on - Fiona. Can’t say I’m shocked. I’m aware my bed isn’t the only one she's been in. While I know she isn’t mine and it's just a hookup, I don’t like the way he is eyeing her. Something about him just seems sleazy. He refocuses on me and extends a hand “Alpha Zac, it's a pleasure to be here and joining your pack”.
“We are glad you’re here…..” I eyed him questioningly.
“Kyle, sir”. “
Ah yes the accountant. I heard you are a real master of numbers.”
He grins, “I guess you could say that, I did rank top of my class, not like any of them provided competition .”
Bingo there is some cocky-ness.
I nod and excuse myself. A sweet looking blonde is chatting up the servers. Must be Suzi, she’ll be a part of the kitchen staff. She is very passionate about baking and took culinary classes while finishing her high school classes to complete them at the same time. Maybe she was the one that had baked goods earlier, I swear I can smell them again. I don’t want to interrupt her, she looks to be so in tune with the others. I’ll make it a point to get back to her later.
“Hey Boss” I hear Grayson call out behind me.
I turn around -Holy fuck. Standing beside Grayson is this petite goddess. Waves of auburn hair cascade down onto her creamy skin. Big green eyes pop in contrast to her scattered freckles. I take her all in. Her defined arms and snatched little body are on display in a black shimmery bodycon dress that hits mid-thigh. I see a small scar cutting through her eyebrow, which intrigues me more. Shifter healing is fast enough that scarring does not occur unless the injury is really bad.
“This is the new warrior, Isla.”
I take a second to compose myself, I feel my wolf close to the surface, he seems in just as much awe as I am. Those big green eyes look up at me with a sparkle, and her plump lips part into a breathtaking smile as she extends out a hand. “Alpha Zac, a pleasure to meet you”.
Pleasure? I’d sure like to show her what real pleasure is…There is a calming warmth radiating through her handshake.
The whiskey must be starting to kick in.
“Isla, we’ve heard lots of good things about your skills. Can’t wait to see what you’ve got at training tomorrow.” I say still stuck in those eyes. “Well, hopefully, I won't disappoint you”. Gazing into the emerald swirls, I find it hard to believe she could ever disappoint me.
“It's five til seven, probably should get ready to get started. Wouldn’t want the wolves to get too ravenous,” Grayson says breaking the silence.
“Ah yes, let’s get this party started!” I say and head towards the front.
Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson I cannot stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but fuck he was just a snack compared to Alpha Zac. He is built like a sex god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was perfectly tousled. Longer on the top, short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes, the same color as the rivers around us. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every budging muscle under his dress shirt. Corded forearms were showing as his sleeves were rolled back. He wasn’t an Alpha that stayed inside behind a desk, no, his skin glowed with a tan that had to be earned from working in the sun. I’d like to climb him like a tree. I shake the thought from my head. Who am I kidding? Like he would ever be interested in me. I attract weirdos like Kyson… and Kyle apparently because he is sitting across from me waggling his eyebrows
I had just sat down on the couch in my office with a whiskey in my hand when a light knock came at the door. “Come In,” I said. Fiona walked into a file folder in her hand. “Alpha” she purred, tossing the folder down and making her way toward me. She wasted no time dropping straight to her knees in front of me. I could smell her arousal as my jeans started to get tight. She ran her hands up my thighs, reaching my waistband. She licked her lips and fluttered her eyelashes as her hands started undoing my belt and jeans. Slowly she freed my hardening cock, her eyes filled with lust. I tipped back my glass, finishing my whiskey in one gulp, and setting the glass down. I ran my hand through my hair right as she swirled her soft tongue around my shaft. Fuck that felt good. I lean back, relaxing on the sofa. Fiona takes her time easing her mouth over my cock while her hand starts to pump. Finding a rhythm, she starts bobbing her head, twisting and pumping her hands over my full erection.
I don’t even remember falling asleep when I am jolted awake by the blaring of my alarm clock. Today is my first day of training and after that encounter last night, I better be on my best behavior. I can’t believe my nerve of Kyle. Who does he think he is, trying to answer for me and at that making it seem like we were involved? He was the last guy I’d want in my room. Turning the knob of the hot water in the shower on, I strip down. I catch a glimpse of the light pink raised keloid scars on my back in the mirror. Trouble is the last thing I want to be in today. Reaching in and testing the water, it's perfect. I step in, letting my body relax as the warm water wraps me up and I close my eyes. My mind starts to wander back to what I saw last night…Alpha Zac’s huge appendage was out on full display. I didn’t realize he had a girlfriend, couldn't be his mate, they weren't marked. His rock-hard cock consumes my mind as my hand trails down to my wet slit. I didn’t get to look long but
“Isla, come in, close the door and take a seat,” I say motioning to the leather chairs across my desk from me. I take a minute to appreciate this gorgeous auburn goddess in front of me. She is still in her workout clothes from training. Her perfect tits are spilling out the top of this black sports bra and the way those leggings hug her juicy ass has me sporting a semi. She sure as hell showed why she is here as a warrior, all my doubts surrounding her size are well gone. I must be staring well too long because she speaks first. “Al-Alpha, I apologize for the uh, interruption last night, it was a misunderstanding and won't happen again” I can smell her fear, does she think she is going to get punished for this? “Well that is not the reason I called you in here, but it would be appreciated if you kept your socializing to your room and didn't enter my office without knocking “ Her cheeks flash pink, “Yes Alpha” she nods. Turning back to the paper on my desk, I clear my throat and s
The last few days have been a blur. I have spent so much time on calls with The Great Council getting as up-to-speed on Isla’s dad as I could be. My wolf and I were still so angry at the thought of Isla being beaten almost to death. Who does that to a child, their child, a child with no wolf to heal her? It does answer the question of her scarring. I get chills thinking of all those scars. Each scar was an everlasting reminder of a beating she took, the pain she had to bare. Did it go on for years? Did Alpha Damon know? Surely he didn’t. What kind of sick fuck would let that go on in their pack? I have not yet had to hand down any severe punishments in my pack but I know that for certain I wouldn’t have stood by and let that happen. I have Grayson reviewing all patrol schedules to ensure there are no week spots in the coming future. Alpha Garret said he would let us know the day of transport, but due to security measures he couldn’t give more advance notice. We were going t
Audrie and I continue to meet downtown at a quaint little coffee shop before our patrol shits. Luckily she is an even bigger caffeine addict than I am. It’s during these times when she has been spilling all the pack tea - it’s nice, even if it is gossip it makes me feel so much more connected here. I tried not to be so obvious about my interest in Beta Grayson or Alpha Zac, but Audrie saw right through me. Busted. Alpha Zac and Fiona are not mates, nor are they even dating. I guess he is a “nice” guy but tends to be a playboy. Shit, with the way he looks and the energy he oozes, I’m not surprised, hell he has been the starring role in my recent shower releases. Grayson is close to the same but much more discrete. However, Audrie has experience with Grayson. She tells me about a hot and steamy hook-up they had outside of this Club on the outskirts of Clear Creek. Audrie also tells me all about her and her family. They have been part of this pack for a few generations, her pare
“HAPPPY BIRTHDAAAAY” they yell out as we clink our shot glasses together. I throw back the tequila and feel it burn all the way down to my stomach. This has to be my sixth? Seventh? shot..I’ve lost track, but the buzz I’m riding is supreme. Audrie makes her way back to the dance floor with Connor and Liz. Paul and Anna go back to the shameless flirting they have been doing all night. “So how’s it feel birthday girl?” Tate says turning to rest his back on the bar. “Well right now I feel great!!” I giggle. “Haha, I think that might be the tequila talking,” He says. “Nah, I’m good, I feel free.This is the first birthday since my Grandma died I’ve even celebrated” I respond. I see a tinge of sadness dance across his eyes. I hate that, I hate pity. “Isla, I’m sor..” he started. “Nope, nope, nope! We are having fun and that sentence doesn’t sound fun” I interrupt him. “ I am going to grab some air, that tequila has got me sweating!” I say and I head toward the door. Steppi
I’m going crazy here. Ever since this little firecracker walked into training, I knew I needed to get to know her. I haven’t found my mate yet, and it's Isla's birthday and I know that I’m not her mate either. I had to take a shot, see if she felt anything towards me. I’d like a mate, and if she’d have me for a chosen one, I’d sure take her. She is so fierce, and it's fucking attractive as hell. I know there's a storm brewing behind those eyes, but she always seems happy. When she didn’t come back in for a while, my wolf wouldn’t let me not check on her. Yeah, she's a warrior too, but it's my nature to want to protect her. I see her looking angelic, her creamy skin glowing under the moonlight. I approach quietly not to catch her off guard. “Are you okay? You’ve been out here a while?” I ask. “I’m good” she replied, her eyes not leaving mine. She’s always good, she wouldn’t let you know if she wasn’t, this girl is guarded. I want to get closer to her though. I can scent her arous
1-1/2 Years Later... Spreading the light-weight blue linen blanket out on the neatly kept grass, I drop the heavy diaper bag down before placing my precious son down and sitting beside him. Fall weather is just starting to fill the days. The air is fresh and crisp around us, and the breeze is light as it tussles his curls. Giggling as his tiny hand fists the lush green grass, his turquoise eyes sparkle as they meet mine. My heart can't help but swell at the sight of him. Pulling him onto my lap, "Mama," he babbles at me, squirming out of my hold to explore the new area. Drawing a deep breath, the smell of nature around us soothes me. "Hey, tater-tot, Mama wants to introduce you to someone." I push his chestnut ringlets away from his eyes, and he stills, gazing at me with so much wonder. So much innocence. I fully intend to let him live his life surrounded and encouraged by love, swaddled in unconditional promises to protect and support his every dream. "I.." my voice squeaks. I've
As I pulled it from the heat, the tea kettle's hissing slowly dwindled. "Ouch, fuck, mmmm." I mutter out as the steam scalds my hand. "Isla, are you okay? Why are you out of bed" An overly concerned Zac says as he tucks the towel around his waist. "I'm fine; I wanted a cup of tea, that's all." I try to hide the annoyance in my voice. "I would have made it for you once I got out of the shower." My eyes raked over his still-dripping body. The water droplets followed every hardline on his body, each glistening muscle rippling with his moves. Pushing back his wet ringlets with one hand, the other holding the towel that hung low on his hips. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down on it as I admired the sight before me. I swear these pregnancy hormones have me squeezing my legs together at just the thought of Zac. "I know you would have, but I can't possibly lay in that bed all damn day." I sighed. Closing the distance between us, his scent, so much stronger these days,
"Fiona?" Her name was sour on my tongue. Her brown locks whipped the air as she turned in our direction; panic flashed in her eyes before they glazed over. She was mind-linking; the others must be close by. "GRAB HER!" Before I even finished, Audrie was behind her. Snatching her wrist, Audire twisted it behind her back and kicked behind her knees, dropping Fiona to the ground. Not even bothering with gloves, Audrie grabbed the silver cuffs from the pouch on her hip and restrained Fiona. Shrieking as Audrie pressed her head to the dirt and moved a knee to her back, Fiona lay there, tears glossing her eyes. "Where the fuck is Isla, you flimsy cunt?" "Ahh, stop it; you're hurting me!" Fiona whimpers. Threading a hand into Fiona's dark locks, Audries fists a handful of hair before yanking up and slamming her face forcefully back into the dirt. "Hurting you? How about how you helped hurt her!" "Ahhhh," Fiona coughs, spittle and blood drip into the dirt beneath her face. "Fine, FI
My muscles are rigid, the weight of my own body anchoring me to this mite palace of a mattress. I don't know how much time has passed since I've been in this musty crypt. Drifting in and out of restless sleep and bouts of consciousness, the days or weeks, whatever it's been, have bled together. They avoid me, leaving me alone...I'm not sure which is worse, alone with my thoughts and fears or in the presence of my captors and my father. It's been seven years since I've seen that face in person. His hair was buzzed short now, but there was enough to see how the grey hairs blended into the black. The stubble on his face was the same. His eyes...what used to be pale blue eyes, icy and cold, were dark and murky, showing his wolf was forward- just like the day in the cells when they took me away. They say when a mate bond breaks, it can make a wolf go crazy, feral even; it's even been known to kill. I think when that bond broke, the cracks in his soul bound with that of his wolf, and they m
Nothing. It’s been three days since I couldn’t protect my family. I’ve done nothing short of kicking myself for not kicking that cumwad Kyle out of the pack as soon as we knew he assaulted Isla. The search groups have been working these last two days relentlessly. I have been bouncing around from group to group, assisting with breaches of abandoned buildings. I want to be the one who saves her. I need to redeem myself; I feel like a real piece of shit for not being better. I always thought I was a fair Alpha, lenient even; maybe that was a mistake. The group I’m running with today will be hitting a patch of land between Red Rapids and Green Hill. It was mostly forest, but there were a few old factories that had piqued our interest. Mesmerized by the wisps of steam twisted up from the hot cup of coffee I was swirling, I didn’t hear the door of the Community Center we were crashing in click open. “Couldn’t sleep, Alpha?” Audrie asks. “Something like that,” taking a swig of the s
The darkness is so familiar. It used to be the thing that comforted me, but I want nothing more now than to escape it. Zac has become my safe place. Small glimpses of reality interrupt the darkness every now and then, but I know I haven't had a chance to regain consciousness fully. The burning sensations that accompany each new image, I'm guessing that they keep injecting me. I really hope it's not hurting the baby... The pain is the first thing to come back to me. I feel like I've been hit by a Mac truck, and then he threw it in reverse for good measure. Blinking my eyes open, I groan out in pain, my mouth no longer covered.It looks like a basement. There are no windows, concrete floors, and walls, each just as filthy as the other, and a door with a gap at the bottom letting light creep in. My muscles are so stiff I try to stretch, only to be met with the resistance and searing of the silver chains. How long have I been here? Where even is here? I don't have much time to dwell o
It's dark, so dark. Goddess, I really thought I'd never be here again. As I traipse through the silent void, I try to remember how I got here this time... The air around me seems to tremble steadily just as a thumping sound slowly grows around me. It's getting louder as I walk in its direction. The pulsations fill me; my head throbs in pain. The pain is so intense, unlike any I have felt before. With a glimmer of awareness, I find myself still in the darkness, but I can feel my body. My body feels heavy, but at the same time, like it's no longer connected. I try to blink my eyes open, but they won't or can't; I'm not sure. I try to feel for my wolf but can't find her. The veil that is usually between us feels more like a brick wall... Wolfsbane. There had to be wolfsbane in whatever they stabbed in my neck. They? The thumping and throbbing continue- it is debilitating. Pushing through, little fragments float past me, memories. Think, Isla, how did we get here? Why are we h
The overly bright rays of the morning sun penetrate through my eyelids, causing me to stir. Begrudgingly, I blinked open my eyes only to squeeze them shut again. The dull stabbing in my head was fighting the ringing in my ears for dominance. I swear my whole body was aching like I had spent the night in battle. What the fuck happened to me? Reality smashes back into me without warning, and my eyes fly open. The harsh light no longer slows me. My heart lodges into my throat; I look around and realize I'm still in my office. I stretch and draw in a deep breath. The faint stale stench of whisky and blood permeates the air around me, cocking an eyebrow and sitting up to find the source. I see the bar cart, and its contents have been knocked over, well mangled, actually. Once filled with different liquors, each glass decanter now covered the floor in pieces. Glass shards caught the light like a dangerous version of glitter. Trailing around the room, my eyes continue to take in the damage
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I toss the folder of contracts on the desk. All the legal jargon was starting to give me a headache. Acquisitions were great for the Ellis Group’s business but reading through all the negotiations was a real bitch. I’m glad my dad’s still around, I have six of these to get through and the second set of eyes is helping me get through them. Leaning back in my chair, I close my eyes to rest for a minute. Thinking back to this morning in the shower…the stress relief had been more than welcome for both of us. The council's shotty job and lack of advances on the search have been grating on my nerves even further. Maybe I’ll order some food and see if Audrie and Connor want to come over and hang out with Isla and me tonight. Food, drinks, good company….distractions, and a bit of calm amid this storm would be good for all of us. If we were lucky it could lead to a good night's sleep for Isla also. I could sure as hell use the sleep too. I would never say any