Chapter 4

Kane was fleeing the room before she could ask any questions, his steps heavy as they pounded on the floor. “Fuck!” He wanted to scream his frustration out for anyone who cared to hear it, but he held himself back.

He looked up as he heard the sound of various engines coming closer. It was his pack members—some in the car and some in their werewolf forms—running with their tongues out in excitement.

Kane stood outside, waiting for them until everyone was complete, and he cleared his throat, demanding an audience.

“Today, you all have shown your bravery and determination, and I have never been more proud of you.” His voice rang out between them, and they nodded in agreement. “You were once cast away from your various packs, but now you have proven that you could be more, and I have never been more proud of you.”

The warrior’s chest puffed out as they began to chant their war song, and Kane was smiling from ear to ear.

“Tonight, we shall wine and dine and celebrate our victory!”

“Yey!!!” The pack roared with him, and Kane was all smiles as the adrenaline pumped into his blood. The noise died down, and he was able to escape to the confines of his room.

There was nothing fancy about it; it was just a room that had all his essentials along with dull painted walls. They were a rogue pack, still trying to build their pack, so they had to make do with what they had.

But with the recent loot, there should be more than enough to rebuild the pack.

Kane’s face contorted in pain as he peeled off the shirt from his body. He had sustained a cut during the battle and needed to get it checked.

But first, he needed a shower.

He hopped into the shower and took his precious time, scrubbing the blood that had clung to his skin. He watched as the red liquid went down the sink, wondering if this was how it was going to be all his life.

It wasn’t too long before he had a tingling sensation in his head. A pack member was trying to contact him.

“Yes?” Kane replied as he opened the link.

“Alpha, I think you need to come now. It is about your mate.”

“Shit!” The panic in her voice had him abandoning his shower and hurriedly picking up whatever clothes he could lay his hands on, and he was throwing them on his wet figure.

“Alpha.” Denise panicked as she saw the alpha in front of her, his hair still dripping with water. His shirt had clung tightly to his muscular frame, and even she had to admit that he was hot.

“You called?” Kane asked with a tinge of impatience.

"Yes, I did. There is something wrong with your mate, and I thought to let you know.” Kane pounced on her before she could get all the words out.

“No one, I repeat, no one should know that we are mated. If I hear the news flying around, I will know that it is you, and you know what I did to betrayers..." Kane trailed off, leaving her to guess, and Denise quickly shook her head, afraid that a delay in response might signify her end.

“Good. Now what did you have to say?” Kane asked, aware of the water dripping down his back but not making any effort to clean it. His mate comes first, and anything else can wait.

“I can’t feel her wolf.” Denise said, going straight to the point, and Kane looked at her like she had just ordered his dick to be chopped off and made into sausage.

“I don’t understand you, Denise; if you are going to talk, I suggest you do so in simpler terms. We are werewolves, and she is of the age to get one already, so what do you mean that she doesn’t have a wolf?”

Denise inhaled a whiff of air, already feeling the onset of a headache. It was going to take a lot to convince him of her findings. “I have conducted all the necessary tests, and I couldn’t find a wolf. I am of the belief she doesn’t have one, which will be unusual since your wolf has recognized her or something is blocking her wolf.” It was as she said it that it clicked in Kane’s mind, and he was nodding his head.

“I think I could remember that before her father died, he injected her with something, and she fainted almost immediately.”

Denise nodded her head as she connected the dots. “I see; that must be the reason why. It is a cruel thing to do, but I know of a way to remove it if you will allow me.”

“Hmmm.” Kane stroked his full chin of beard as he gave it some thought. The beard was getting too bushy, and it needed a trim. “There is no need to do that.”

“What?” Denise's eyebrows were raised so high that they almost reached her forehead. “Alpha! You can’t possibly allow her to go on like that without knowing who and what she is.”

“Who said I couldn't? It is only between the two of us, and I am sure I wouldn’t talk, so I would advise you to be careful.” The glare he sent her way carried the threat, and Denise gulped down the ball of saliva that had pooled in her mouth, lowering her head.

“Yes alpha.”

“Good. Just make sure she is fine and awake the next time I come here.”

“Yes Alpha.” Denise replied, and Kane acknowledged her response with a nod before he continued on his way. His hair was already getting dry and frizzy, and he needed to rest his head.

The battle had lasted for most of the day, and the night was drawing near so fast. He needed to lay his head on the bed before the time for the celebration.

Kane closed his door, making sure to bolt it shut so no one would disturb him. He pulled his shirt over his head with little difficulty, and he slowly lowered himself onto the bed.

It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, as he was weary—both his mind and his body—and it was a short, sweet sleep until he heard a pounding on his door.

Kane was a notorious light sleeper; it could be from the fact that he had lived in the wild for a long time and you have to learn to be alert.

He was sitting up on his bed as he heard the knock, and he glanced at the wall.

The party must have kicked off already.

“Isn’t it too early for booze?” Kane cocked an eyebrow at his Beta as he entered his room, nursing a bottle of vodka.

“No time is too early for booze, but we are just getting started, and I thought to inform you.”

“Yeah, thanks; I will be on my way. Meanwhile…” Kane snatched the bottle of alcohol from his hands, and he took a long gulp before he handed it to him and sent him on his way.

He had already taken his bath, and he opted for his signature black shirt and black pants. He ran his hands through his hair, not bothering with a mirror. They were all male except for the nurse, and they had no one to impress.

He walked towards the entrance of the pack, where a fire had been burning brightly and men gathered around it, drinking and laughing.

A hush fell on them as they sensed his presence, and they began to shout in victory.

Praises have a way of getting to your brain, and Kane was nodding his head to their cries as he made his way to the middle, the fire burning fiercely as if in response to the chants.

Someone handed him a bottle, and he didn’t look at it before he was chugging the bottle. He raised his hands in the air and opened his mouth. “To victory!”

“To victory,” the pack thundered after him and broke into a loud shout.

Kane nodded his head as he looked at the men seated. They all had their struggles, but somehow they had overcome them and gotten to this point in their lives, and he had never been more proud.

The celebration dragged on until the night, but there was only so much they could do as there were no females around, so they pretty much retired to bed on time, drunk out of their minds.

Except Kane.

He had slept during the day and needed to use the time to work. He padded back to the little room that served as his office and sat down to work, taking note of the inventory of their latest conquest.

Kane was neck deep into work, scribbling into pages and racking his brain, and suddenly his ear perked up as he sensed a presence.

“Dad?”