Chapter Two

RIVER

"Son.  Calm down."  My dad was seated at his desk.  He just delivered, yet, another condition I had to pass to get the title that has been promised to me since the day I was born.

I'm leaning on his desk.  I slam my fist down. "Calm down?!  Christ, dad.  This is bullshit and you fucking know it!  You were 5 years in before you met mom!  Why the fuck do I have to be mated to get my fucking title?!"

He shuffled papers.  "Son.  My situation was different.  My father died.  I had to take the pack.  I wasn't ready.  I should have had a Luna.  You will have to go by the book.  Just find your mate and you'll get your title.  It's not the end of the world."

I stand up and grab at my hair with my hands then scrub my face of my frustration.  "Not the end.....!  Fuck!  Do you realize my mate could be dead?  She might not even be fucking born yet, dad?  I could be waiting for fucking ever!"

"River, watch your tone."  My dad looked at me with glaring eyes.

I leaned on his desk.  "Dad.  I'm ready.  I'm more then ready.  I've studied.  I've trained.  I joined the damn security unit, for fucks sake.  What the hell more do you want from me?"

My dad stood up.  "I need you to settle down.  And stop using this office to impress your friends."

I stand up and growl out a frustrated breath.  I run my fingers through my hair.  "Fuck this."  I head for the door.

"River!"  My dad calls out.

I swing my arm behind me in a Whatever move not looking back and slam the door.

I'm heated, angry, fucking pissed right off.  My wolf is clawing at my insides.  He wants out.

The fucking nerve.  I've been working my ass off for two solid years.  Doing everything that bastard told me to do and this morning he says I have to find my fated before I can be Alpha?  Fuck him.  I don't do married life.  And it doesn't even matter because chances of finding my fated is like one in a billion anyway.  I'm never getting my title.

I storm down the stairs.  Scowl on my face.

My mother came into the common room of our White Rock pack house.  

She's a tad smaller then me and way more beautiful.  She has the face of an angel and the power of an Alpha.  She can kick anyone's ass, including my father's.  And right now, I wish she fucking would.

She crossed the room with her arms out.  "River, honey."  She held my face in her hands when she reached me. 

"Hey, mom."  I grumble.

"River.  You need to be patient.  Your father means well.  He doesn't want to see you stumble through like he did."  She moved her hands to mine.  "He loves you, River. He's not doing this to keep you from being Alpha."

"But, mom....you and dad were lucky.  Fated mates are so rare these days.  Dad's gotta know this.  Mine could be anywhere.  She could be on the other side of the planet."  I whine at her.

She wrapped her arm around me.  "Or.....she could be right next door.  River, you don't know, but don't lose faith.  Just focus on what your doing, alright.   And don't think I didn't hear your tone to your father.  I didn't like that one bit."  She wagged a finger at me.

I hang my head.  "Sorry."  I mumble.  "I just get so pissed off.  I'm trying so hard and everytime I feel like I'm done, he throws something else at me.  He's never going to give me my title."

"He will.  In time.  You'll see."  She placed her hand on my chest giving it a little pat.

"Okay."  My phone buzzed and I pulled it out.

She smiled. "Okay, sweetheart."  She reached up and kissed the side of my head and walked away.

I briefly looked up.  "Bye mom.  Thanks."

"No problem, sweetie."

I looked at my phone.  It was a text from my boy, Zeke.

Zeke:  Hey, man.  You up?

You: Yeah.

Zeke:  We're heading to Falcon for a hunt and pound some back.  You in?

You: After having a talk with my dad, I could use a dozen or more.

Zeke: Yuck.  How'd that go.

You: About as good as you think.  I wanted to rip his fucking head off.  He says I can't take over until I'm mated to my fated.

Zeke:  Gross.  That could take forever.

You:  That's what I said.  But the bastard doesn't listen.

Zeke:  Okay.  Forget the asshole.  Let's get you drunk and laid and you'll feel better.

You: Sounds like a plan.  See you in 20.

Zeke:  Later.

I head to my room.  Go into the bathroom. 

I blow out a big breath of anger and calm down.

Running a comb through my black hair.  Long on top, short on the sides.  I smile.  Damn, I look good.

I go to my closet and pull out a white silk button down.  I leave the top two buttons open.  I throw on a pair of black acid boot cuts and my boots. 

Once I'm dressed and looking damn hot, I grab my money clip and keys.

I head to my midnight black Camaro.  Looking sexy, baby.  It's my chick magnet.  I don't need a stupid mate.

I get in.  Rev the engine and peel out, tearing up the black top.

****

I pull into the lot at The Falcon.  

I love this alliance.  Falcon ridge has the best bars and the hottest girls.   Both packs are allowed to cross the border whenever they want as long as they don't cause problems.  

I park and get out.  Beep the alarm and look around.  

I see Blades truck and Zekes audi.  My boys are here.

I walk in and the place is jumping.  Ladies night.  Girls drink free and it's like fucking Christmas in here.

I walk up to the bar and wave the bartender down.  I shoot up one finger and he nods.  He slips a beer to me and I grab it.  Raising it as a thank you.

Scanning the bar, I see Zeke, Chris and Blade.  All of us are best friends.  We all grew up together and are all in the security unit. 

Zeke is dressed to kill in a red button down and jeans.  His short blonde hair and chisled features make him the lady killer he is.  

Chris is jacked.  His brown hair and rugged look gives him that bad boy look.  It also helps that he's covered in tribal ink and wearing a black tank.

Blade is scary, but the ladies fucking love him.  Hazel eyes, dark tanned skin.  Ink all over.  His long black hair give him the hard metal look that make the girls wet.  And he knows it too.  He's also bigger then all of us, which is good if we ever get in 'heated discussions'.

I strut over to the table.  " 'Sup, boys."  I pulled a chair over and sat.

Zeke clapped my shoulder.  "You made it.  Feeling better?"

I swig my beer.  "I am now.  My dad can shove it."

Blade leans on the table.  "What happened now?"

"Oh, my bastard father.  He says I can't get my title until I find my fated."  I pick at my beer bottle.

Blade smirks and snorts.  "Fuck.  Does he even know how long that could take."

I shoot forward, raising a hand to Blade.  "That's what I said!"

Chris lifted his beer.  "Fuck em.  Better to just get drunk and hunt ass."

Blade chugged his beer.  "Speaking of drunk....what's in season tonight?"

It's become tradition for us to call which hotties would be easier to hunt based on the scene at the bars we go to.  We call a hair color basically saying they're the ones getting more drunk then the others.  I know it's disrespectful or whatever, but fuck it, it's fun and the girls know what we want.

Zeke sat up.  'I call blonde." He smiled over looking the bar.

Chris lifted his beer.  "Can't go wrong with red heads."

I shake my head.  "Nope.  Brunettes all the way."

Blade sat back and tipped up the last of his bottle and set the empty down.  "I declare all three.  There no limit on my hunting card."  He smiles.

Laughing, I offer him a hand up and puts his out.  I slap it.  

We're having a great time.  I'm making eyes at girls who smile my way.  Pounding back the beer, when I get this weird feeling.  Then I see her.  Dressed in fucking leather.  The dance floor is crowded.  People in my view, but I still see her.  Her long brown and blonde hair hanging down her back.  Her skin is tanned.  I can't make out her eyes.  She's turned to much.  She looks sexy as fuck, but, she also looks like she could kick my ass if I looked at her sideways.  So, of course, I'm staring her down hard.  So hard she turns and looks around the bar.  I quickly lower my head, until I catch her turning back around.  

I want to approach her.  I'm wondering if she's as hot in bed as her outfit makes her out to be.  

I had worked out what I was going to say to her when I see her get up with one of the dudes she's was sitting with.  She left with him hand in hand.

But, before she left, she turned her head toward my direction.  She was fucking stunning.  Flawless.  And absolutely amazing bright amber eyes.  They looked like gold.  

My heart stopped.  I had to see her.  Up close.

I told Zeke I was heading to the washroom and I followed her out the door.

I looked around.  And that's when I scented something in the air.   I casually sniff for a direction.

It led me to the behind the bar.  

Confusion set in as to why she would be back here and then I hear it.  Grunts and moans.  The dude is fucking her back there.

"Shit."  I mumble to myself and make my way back to the front.  

I stood on the porch, thinking about this.  Processing.  Why am I so interested?  Why am I even out here?  What the hell am I doing?

"Catch ya later, tiger."  I hear her sexy voice trailing up from behind the bar.  

She walks out into my line of sight.  She looks a supermodel with an S&M fetish.  Like she'd beat your ass if you said the wrong thing, but then fuck the shit out of you to make it right.  It's driving me fucking crazy and I haven't even said anything to her yet.  

I stand on the porch pretending I'm just out for air.  I glance her way as she steps into the light of the bar.  She hops on her motorcycle and revs the engine.  Just when she's about to leave, she glances at me and our eyes lock.  

I'm all kinds of nervous.  I try to play it cool.  Straight face as I watch her.  She revs the engine once more as the corner of her mouth raises to a cocky smile.

I do the same as she peel out of the lot and into the night.  

I stand there.  Scratching the back of my head.  Trying to sort out what the fuck was going on.  And the only thing that was clear was that I had to find out who she was.

I head back in and sit down.  I grab one of the fresh beers on the table.

Blade looked at me.  "Where'd you go?"

"To the bathroom."  I drink my beer.

He shook his head.  "You weren't in there when I went.  Where'd you go?"

I set my bottle down.  "Just stepped out for air."

"You got some, didn't you."  Zeke poked.

I tip my beer back.  "I wish.  But no."

Zeke smirked.  "The nights still young."

I rose my bottle to him and he tapped his bottle to mine.  "Amen, bro."

An hour later, my sexy girl is slipped to the back of my mind.  I hit the door to my room with a knock out Burnette in my arms.  I'm kissing the fuck out of her.

A few minutes later, she's on my cock,  riding it hard.

As, I grab her breasts and squeeze, my mind wanders to my little biker chick and I can't get her smile out of my head.

I focus on my job at hand and I come into her and push her off.

I thank her for a good time and lead her out the door mumbling about getting up early for work.

She slips me her number and leaves.  And I do what all us assholes do, I throw it in the trash.

I climb into bed, not thinking about the good sex I just had, but about the killer girl in black.  

I will find her if it's the last thing I do.