13: Without Remorse

Levi’s POV

Shrek!

That’s it!

She reminded me of that damn cat in that Shrek cartoon! The way she’d always pouted her red lips and made those huge emerald green puppy eyes sparkle in the light. Making her look so innocent and sweet, even my beast had a hard time being mad at her.

I groaned in annoyance and leaned back in my chair, knowing I had better things to do than to fantasize about my maid. That girl could make kings grovel at her feet - including yours truly! - and she didn’t even know it. She was so pure and innocent, yet didn't come across as naive or childish. she was just genuinely a really kind and sweet person, with no amount of sass lacking.

I tripped my pen repeatedly against my desk, growling more and more annoyed with myself. But no matter how desperately I tried to push her out of my mind, the second thought that entered my mind was about her as well. I felt like she had me whipped and I didn't like it.

But a part of me did…

I liked the way she would make a complete mess out of things, constantly having to apologize and pout those delicious lips for me. I’d quickly figured out she couldn’t cook, but I loved how she never gave up trying anyway. She would have batter on her face and in her hair. Flour would cover her cheeks and nose and sugar would be stuck to her fingers. And more often than not my wolf wanted to go over and lick it off…

Again I tried to concentrate on my paperwork before I needed another cold shower. I frowned, as a thought suddenly struck me. Why should I settle for a cold shower? I could call Laurel or Cassy and get a quick shag if I wanted to. The last time I had Cassy over, she’d voiced some concerns about Dina being my maid and the rumors it created. I then told her to mind her own business and to fuck off. I did what I fucking well pleased and if they didn't like it, they could either suck it up or leave. I didn't give a shit about female drama and as far as I could tell, Dina wasn't getting any heat for being my maid.

Or at least if she did, she hadn't told me about it. So, whatever female insecurities or powerplays were at large, I wasn't going to get involved. Not that I didn't take pack issues seriously, but in this case, it was pure jealousy. Dina was gorgeous through and through. Not only was her body perfect, but she had this way about her that instantly captured you. Her smile, her honesty, her laughter... Just seeing her put you in a good mood and hell, even my wolf liked her. She was the kind of sexy that wasn't all up in your face, but subtle in a way that slowly grew on you until you were addicted. It would leave you with a hard-on just thinking about her and before you knew it, you were jerking off to the image of her.

And she slept under my roof...

I leaned back in frustration, feeling my wolf stirring too. He wanted her just as badly as I did. So why didn’t I just take her? I’d never had any problem convincing women to get into my bed. But then again, they were always eager to get there, because I was the alpha. Dina--- No, she didn’t strike me as the type to casually fuck around. Much to my own and my wolf’s dismay. She wasn’t going to be like anyone else. I couldn't just fuck her and then kick her to the curb the next morning. No... She was someone you got into a relationship with---

And speaking of relationships, I wondered what her and Mick’s relationship was now. Would they rekindle their lost love? I knew my brother was discreetly trying to find a mate, but would it be her? That thought alone sent my wolf into a frenzy and he holed in rage, fighting me for control. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing positive thoughts into my mind. It was the only way I could keep my wolf under control. Otherways---

“Unbelievable, aggressive beast,” I muttered to no one in particular, rubbing the brim of my nose once I was back in control. I could feel him scoffing in my direction. Insulting him was never a good idea, but I’d recently found out that imagining Dina naked calmed him down faster than any chant or charm. Her round curves, her firm ass, and soft breasts. Fresh from the shower, you could see her hardened nipples through the soft fabric of her tank top, which acted like a second skin against her curves, leaving just enough for the imagination to run wild. Wondering what it would feel like skimming my hands over her soft skin, didn't just calm my wolf. It sat my blood on fire and I itched to feel her beneath me. To see if I'd imagined those sparks I'd felt yesterday and to finally know, what she sounded like, breathless and moaning in pleasure. And---

And I was going to need that cold shower now!

My erect shaft was throbbing painfully against my jeans, begging to be released. I grunted in frustration but could feel my wolf grin at my misery.

Well, fuck this!

I pulled out my phone and started texting Laurel. I needed a shag. Or a blow job. Whatever got the job done fast, so I could go back to doing some actual work. My wolf wasn't pleased about the idea. He wanted the maid and no matter how much I tried to tell him that it wouldn't be happening, the beast was primal in his way of thinking. He wanted what he wanted and didn't care about anything else.

Just as I was about to press send, there was a knock on the door. I cursed under my breath, but put the phone away and tried to readjust my position, hoping to get more comfortable, before telling Mick to enter.

“Any news?” I asked, without looking up and at least pretending to be doing some actual work. But the second he walked in, her scent hit me like a ton of bricks and I had to fight my wolf for control again. My wolf wanted to go over there and rip our brother apart for having touched what belonged to him. And I couldn't change his mind no matter what I did or said. So what if Mick and Dina were together? He deserved someone who could make him happy; someone who would look past his title and past. Dina was definitely the type of person who wouldn't mate my brother for his position. I should be happy for him.

My wolf disagreed…

“There are more rogues now than there have been in this area since--- EVER!” Mick summed up the report before handing it over, his brows creased in a worried frown. With a frown, I took the file and looked it over. Finally, my wolf stopped fighting and paid attention. The rouges were grouped together and while it didn't seem like they were about to attack, they wanted permission to join the pack or at least pay for pack protection. According to them, vampires were hunting them down. My stomach knotted just seeing the word on paper and my wolf growled low. Pain mixed with the memories of the past and I had to dig deep for peace this time...

Vampires were our natural enemies. Even after the entry of the modern age, the fight for power hadn’t stopped between the two races. We weren’t fighting on a battlefield anymore; instead, we battled in the financial sector. The one with the most power and resources was the one who came out victorious. This was why some areas were controlled by vampires while others were controlled by werewolves. In some odd places, there would be a witches' coven in power, but the two main powers were the werewolves and vampires.

So why were they here?

I remembered that we'd captured a vampire lurking around our territory not so long ago. He'd left us with only a name.

Ridley!

As in Dina and Dylan Ridley. And unfortunately, I’d killed him before we could get more out of him. Or more specifically, my wolf killed him the second the name rolled off his filthy tongue, so I didn't know which one of the siblings he was gunning for. My wolf scoffed a halfhearted apology before we went back to the issue at hand.

Why would vampires be looking for Dylan or Dina? And why would they target rogues? Sure, rogues didn't have the most amazing reputation, but even they hated vampires more than other wolves. One of the first things I learned about being alpha, is that to win a fight, you need to understand the enemy's objective. Know why they fight and what their goal is. I became alpha to protect the people I loved.

My family...

So, who would be willing to go through so much trouble to get one seemingly ordinary werewolf girl? Or were they looking for her brother? What had he done to earn this much attention? And would they try to get to her, to get to him?

My wolf snarled, baring his teeth at anyone who dared to harm her.

“You really think they’re after her?” Mick asked, voicing the same things I’d been wondering about. His phone bibbed and he quickly answered the text, which only annoyed me when I saw him smiling stupidly.

Was that her?

Why would she text him and not me?

“It's possible,” I muttered, quickly pulling my thoughts away from Mick and trying to stay on track. Perhaps I should go through Ridley's parent’s file again? There could be something there that I missed. Perhaps they made some enemies? They were exceptionally good trackers, both of them and my predecessor had used them frequently to track down and eliminate any threat to the pack. Perhaps they killed someone they shouldn't have? And then there was the fact that Francis Ridley, their mother, wasn’t originally from this pack. She was a rogue, who was accepted into the pack because she mated a pack member. Could that be a reason?