King of Werewolves

POV Rasheed

I’m so sick of how my mom tries to boss me around. I’m seventeen and in a few months, I’ll be eighteen. I am the future King of Werewolves. Who does she think she is? I throw all the contents of my desk to the ground. Anger coursing through me because she treats me as a child.

My father Lincoln Jones is the King of all Werewolves, and our pack is the Midnight Moon Pack. He is handing over the title to me on the condition that I keep a level head and continue my training schedule. Being the future King of werewolves, we get our wolf at sixteen. It gives us time to bond and figure out our power. I need to get a control on my anger. My Wolf Zane is hard to control, his temper is paper thin. My Beta and best friend Trigger help reign him in, but I know I need my mate. She will be the only one to reign him in.

“What happened now?” I hear my Gamma say.

“My mom! She keeps treating me like a child. I am a ass grown man; I am an Alpha. I can make mistakes and I will be forgiven for them. I am going to be the King of Werewolves very soon.” I say.

“Knock it off Zane, bring Rasheed back.” Alex says.

Zane gives me back control and I give Alex a sheepish smile and rub the back of my head.

“You know you need to find your mate and soon. Zane has been taken control a lot lately. You need to be able to control him.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just that he is so powerful, even stronger than my dad’s wolf. I am learning more on how to control him though.”

We walk out of my office, and come to face to face my mother.

“Evening Luna Kay” Alex says.

“Evening Gamma Alex. Has our boy, settled down now?”

A low growl escapes my mouth. Mom growls back and I can feel Zane whimpering a little bit. Not having my full Alpha powers yet, I am still succumbing to the current Alpha and Luna aura. We walk past her and make our way to the kitchen for a late-night snack. I am starving, I didn’t get to eat dinner because mom kept me in her office to complain about all that I am doing wrong AGAIN. Thankfully the kitchen Omega’s left me a plate. My favorite beef fajita tacos with Spanish rice and beans. I throw the plate in the microwave and sit on the stool. Trigger walks in and plops down next to Alex.

“Moms kept you late in the office again I see” Trigger says.

“Yeah, she’s always on my damn case about

something. I swear that woman needs to get laid” I

huff.

“Rasheed, I heard that, that’s an extra thirty laps

tomorrow” my father yells out.

I groan and scarf down the remainder of my food and put my dish away. We head out to the nightclub Lavish, it’s on the human land but is on the border of ours and Golden Paw Pack, who recently had a bizarre rouge attack a few nights ago which resulted in losing the beta’s son. I need to cool off and maybe get laid myself.

When we arrive, I find myself surrounded by beautiful Werewolves and mediocre humans. None remotely my type, I settle for a werewolf from my pack. Octavia, she has been hot on my tail since she shifted. Octavia is a decent looking wolf, Short brown hair that reaches her neck, brown eyes deep chocolate skin and a so-so body. I mean she has a decent size chest but no ass at all. Whatever, I need to release some of this pent-up frustration my body has. After doing a few shots I grabbed her by the hand and led her to my car. She has a skimpy dress on with no panties. What a whore.

“Your majesty, I am going to rock your world tonight.”

She looks at me with a sultry gaze.

We reached my car, and I pulled her dress over her hips and turned her around, so her back is to my chest. I slide the condom on, and I roughly push myself into her. She gasps and tries to turn and kiss me. I push her head back to facing the inside of my car. It’s been twenty minutes and I still haven’t found my release. I pull out of her, and she whimpers at the loss of contact. I push her to her knees, and she takes me in her mouth the next second. Taking me in all the way to

the back of her throat. I grasp her hair I as fuck her throat. Finally finding my release, I pull out and wipe myself off, adjust my pants and walk back into the club.

“Damnit, I need to find my mate and soon, I’m tired of these bimbo sluts looking for a free ride.” I say to Trigger.

“Might as well take advantage of them while you have the chance, there’s some decent looking ones here tonight.” Trigger says.

“You would tell him that, there’s nothing wrong with someone wanting their mate, and he needs his mate. For the sanity of us all he needs her.” Alex says.