2: The Harem

ALPHA XANDER'S POV

“Yeah, don’t stop.” I growled, my body tensing in a puddle of intense pleasure.

I looked down, admiring the way the two women sucked my cock and balls. I reached down for one of them and grabbed her jet-black hair before thrusting into her warm mouth, faster, going deeper every time I pushed into her warm mouth. Her name was Sarah or Sandra, I can’t remember but she is cute. The other is a petite blonde, I didn't know her name either but she knew how to love a dick.

The room was filled with lust-filled moans and sighs of many women, some pleasuring themselves in every way possible while the rest waited for their turn to have a taste of my cock. She continued to let me stretch deeper until I could feel the walls of her neck. There was nothing more pleasurable than this, and the drool that was dribbling from the corner of her lips.

My orgasm was on the way but I was planning on finishing deep inside her tight little ass as a reward before fucking her pussy.

“Am I doing it right?” She asked, looking up at me with hooded eyes before going back to sucking me slowly and passionately as if her life depended on it.

“Of course you are.” I complimented, a smile gracing her beautiful features before she continued to suck. There was nothing more pleasurable than being surrounded by a ton of horny women, each wanting to satisfy you in their way.

“Where the fuck are you Xander?” Donovan, my Beta and best friend, yells at me through the mind link.

Ignoring Donovan’s angry yell, I shut my eyes and thrust faster into the girl’s mouth. My orgasm was very close. Anytime Donovan sounded like this, it was always because of some meeting with those old degenerates. In other words, werewolves and their council of elders.

“I’m with my Harem, wanna join?” I replied, turning the bitch around before parting her thighs to reveal her dampened pussy folds and her tight asshole. The sweet smell of her arousal made me hornier than ever.

She was already dripping so I didn't have to worry about lubrication. I sank my member inside her, a moan ripping from my throat. Fuck, she was so tight. She cried out, her legs trembling, but her cries slowly eased into a pleasure-filled moan. The pleasure was indescribable, simply mind-blowing. A groan escaped me as I started to pound into her, the walls of her incredibly tight hole clenching around my cock.

“Fuck yeah!” she moaned, enjoying it.

“You need to come down now, the council is already waiting. Alpha Jameson Pierce is here already. You can’t keep them waiting for too long.” He snarled at me angrily. He is barely through when I begin to fill the brunette with my load. She began to arch her hips to the rhythm of my thrust until her walls had sucked me dry and her pussy was dripping with my cum.

“Alpha Jameson Pierce?” I asked before shooing the women away. They picked up their clothes and began to leave the room in a single file, their asses producing the kind of soft jiggle that I loved. “What is Pierce doing here?” I asked him.

There was a rumor about him having one of the most beautiful women the earth has seen as a daughter, so his name piqued my interest instantly the moment it came up.

“Just come down, you can go back to your whores later.”

“Donovan!” I snapped, my jaws clenching in anger. Someone deliberately calling my harem whores was something that drove me to the edge most of the time. I had the right to call them that, not him or anyone else.

They say that being a very powerful and ruthless Alpha has its perks but sometimes, the bad side of it seems to overshadow its benefits. The fact that I owned the largest Pack around and had the finest warriors around made every Alpha want to make allies with me. It is why they refer to me as the Lycan king.

My family was one of the oldest and most powerful lycan purebloods in the world, and since we were the only surviving lycans with a full pack, I was named king.

None of them knew what it took me to get where I was. Having lived for more than three centuries, Donovan and I were able to actualise our dream of owning a vast and powerful Pack.

I usually got a lot of invites like that from werewolf Packs but I rarely accepted. Lycans were and werewolves had their differences, mostly because the latter didn't know their place. But we were at the top of the food chain and they are just an impure breed. A waste of space on earth if you ask me.

Lycans being stronger, as expected, makes some Packs ask me for help when they couldn’t handle situations by themselves.

My thoughts drifted off to why Alpha Jameson would come to my Pack as I jumped into the shower. I imagined what his daughter would look like, especially with her lips wrapped around my cock. My cock twitched at the thought.

I had a reputation of owning the most beautiful women around. I couldn't deny it and if she was as pretty as the rumors said, then i’ve already claimed her mine. It’s just about time before I actualize that.

Having never met him before, I was guessing the surprise visit was because he needed help with something that troubled him so much, rogues probably. Alphas who came to ask for my help rarely begged for anything except warriors, it was nothing to me. My warriors craved the violence and the little challenge, but as respect demands, they had to give something in return. I mostly didn't need it but I wouldn't just help the mutts for nothing. The reward is all the more appreciated when they give me a woman to add to my harem.

I slip on a black Armani suit, a black dress shirt inside and a couple of accessories. Once I am out of the shower, I brush my hair as best as I can, pushing the raven strands back so they weren't falling on my face. I needed a cut.

As soon as I was done, I got out of my chambers, making my way towards the Packhouse, where my main office was.

“Where are you?” I asked Donovan through the mind link.

“Third conference room, fourteenth floor. No guards are present just as the Alpha requested, that’s why I’m guessing it’s very important.”

“Right. On my way” I nodded, checking the time on my wrist watch before entering the elevator.

As soon as I reached the door to the arched hallway that led to the conference room. I swiped my card, acknowledging the guards who were stationed at their posts.

Walking down to the end of the hallway. I could see my Beta pacing the room like a caged beast. He was very pissed. Showing my iris to the biometric lock, the glass door opened, granting me access. The door beeps as soon as it closes again. Donovan stopped his pacing and turned to look at me, a frustrated look on his face as he glared at me.

I don’t stay to examine his pissy mood as I head toward the main office. Alpha Jameson and a younger man who I assumed was his son are in the middle of a heated conversation but they stop and stand up the moment they see me. Their backs straightened as they both turn to face me.

“Welcome to the Midnight Pack, Alpha Jameson.” I shook his hand firmly and that of the other boy beside him. “Thank you, Alpha Xander.” He replied. The boy was younger and had a striking resemblance with Jameson. That confirmed my earlier thought.

Donovan took out the premium scotch whisky from the cabinet and poured every man a glass.

Taking a sip, I sat back on my chair before asking him. “What can I do for you, Alpha Jameson?” I go straight to the point.

“I’m sorry for not booking an appointment early but it is a matter of urgency,” I nod for him to continue. “My Pack has been besieged by rogues, they won’t let us be. We have done our best to fight them off but they keep coming in their numbers. Many of my warriors are wounded and the whole pack-”

“I am guessing you want us to be allies.” I cut him off rudely, bored of his pity-provoking story. Having lived for over three centuries, I could predict what anyone would say, especially in this scenario. I’ve dealt with enough of these mutts to reach a conclusion from their first sentence.

“Yes, Alpha Xander. That is what I want. If I could make use of some of your warriors, perhaps we will exterminate them once and for all.”

“Perhaps?” I chuckled, a low growl erupting from my throat as I clenched my jaws at his words. “Do you doubt the ability of my warriors?” he shook his head immediately, something like fear flashing in his lids. No one liked getting me angry.

“Of course not, Alpha Xander, I thought you’d rather see it as a compliment.” He placed his glass of whisky back on the desk like it was what made him utter those words

“How is that a compliment?” I turn my gaze sharply towards him but he cowers immediately.

“I don’t know what you are planning but just don’t send the man away before listening. Jameson is easy and we can’t afford to let this one slip through. Give him what he wants, and he’ll worship you.” Donovan said through the mind link.

“Shut up!” I replied, still gazing steadily at Alpha and his son. The silence that followed was awkward and loud. In the end, I broke the silence.

“Your request is granted, you will discuss it with Donovanand tell him the number of men you want. Be mindful of your words next time, Old man. I might not be as calm as I am now.” I said.

“Thank you so much, Alpha Xander. I appreciat-”

“Don’t thank me yet, Jameson.” I used his first name, showing faux familiarity but I didn't add anything. He should know what I expect of him. He is smart enough to catch up in time.

“We already came up with a proposition, Alpha Xander.” He replied, a slight smirk lifting his lip. “To create a long-lasting bond between my Pack and yours, I have decided to offer my daughter an appreciation for your kindness. Please consider my request.”

“Which of your daughters?” I asked him, stroking my jaw thoughtfully.

“I only have one daughter, Alpha Xander. And I believe you must have heard of her, the fairest maiden you will ever see. I can order my men to bring her here right away to confirm what I just said.” he boasted, pride dripping from his words.

I caught a glimpse of Donovan eyeing me, the look on his face suggesting that he was right about telling me Jameson would do anything if I granted his request. A man willing to give his daughter to me, would do anything.

“That won’t be necessary.” I said and he nodded eagerly.

“So, we have a deal? She would make a fine bride for you, a man as powerful as you should have nothing but the absolute best.” he said, stretching his hand towards me.

“Yes, we do,” I said, taking his hands and that of his son before they stood up and left. Donovan was gone with them so they could discuss the number of men they would be needing.

It was a lot easier than I thought. Most alphas offered someone else not their daughters. Those are given away in marriage to other alphas, not lycans. And it was mostly business.

I guess marrying the girl wouldn't be that bad. The packs have been worried about our standing and my lack of having a mate and a successor. For three centuries I have not minded, it was time to bring an end to it.

With the best of them that there is, that was the best way to go out.