Chapter 6

ALPHA ANDREW

After mating with the human, I wasn't expecting her to collapse on the bed. But she took my rut.

My body hadn't felt better than it felt now. I watched her sleeping on the bed.

My eyes darted to her neck where I had mistakenly placed my mark on her.

"Oh no! What came over me?" I gasped in the dimly lit room.

In the midst of my sinful glee, I had marked her. My lips tasting the soft feel of her skin. Her skin so soft and soothing to my touch and calming my body.

My cum had been much, and now I was restless, wondering if she would take care of my discharge.

"You shouldn't have mated with her and marked her! She is a human! She cannot be our mate!" Zion growled at the back of my head. His mood was enraged.

Ignoring my wolf, I gently positioned the woman to sleep peacefully on the bed.

I would be leaving before dawn. How would I make her payment? My mind raced as I peered at her face.

"You should leave the check for her where you think she can find it," Zion replied, despite his gloomy mood.

"A human woman cannot be our mate. Get it, Alpha Andrew. The pack will not accept her. You know this is more like a death sentence to her if you bring her over," Zion seethed, knowing the implications.

"Got it." I calmly lay back on the bed next to the sleeping woman. Her breathing was soft against my ears, my eyes were watching the rise and fall of her chest as I lay next to her. Her citrus scent was welcoming to my restless heart. A heart without a mate. Why can't she be mine? Her body was so wonderful. And her womanhood was pleasing.

The rain slowed and I knew that I would soon resume my journey.

"Alpha, what time are we leaving?" Steven mindlinked me.

"By 3 a.m. I do not feel a need to go. I want to be in the arms of this beautiful woman," I replied, my tone laced with selfishness.

"Alpha, you know that's impossible. A human woman cannot be your mate. How is she? Was she able to withstand your rut?" Steven inquired, his voice thick with worry for the sleeping beauty next to me.

"How can she not be able to withstand my rut? It was like my cọck was specially created for her," I replied, my lips curved into a smile. As my cọck hardened against the thin fabric of the quilt.

"Thank the moon goddess that you didn't commit murder. I was worried for a heartbeat, thinking she was already murdered to death by your cọck," Steven replied, his tone relaxing. His breathing calming.

"Fụck off, Steven. How can my cọck commit a murder? It's fine. Inform the men to get prepared. We are leaving by 3. This is just midnight. So enjoy your 3 hours of sleep and don't worry about your Alpha committing murder," I mindlinked him, and he chuckled.

"Got it, Alpha. Sleep tight," Steven said, before the mind link ended.

In the dimly lit room, my eyes wandered over the sleeping woman's face. My lips aching to have a taste of her soft rosy lips, beckoning for me to taste her.

Shaking my head to snap out of relishing those sinful thoughts, a harsh ringing tone jolted me awake.

Hearing a different tone, my mind raced, thinking it was the woman's phone.

I shouldn't pry into her life, but I moved out of the bed, careful enough not to wake her. She stirred on the bed as my weight lifted.

When I reached for her black handbag on the table, her citrus scent welcomed me once more, and I dipped my right hand into the open zip, wondering what I would find.

Will I find anything unthinkable in her bag? She was a human, and I did learn most women move about with makeup.

When I dipped my hand into her bag, I pulled out the Android phone and saw 9 missed calls.

As I wanted to end the call, it rang again and I assumed it was something urgent.

Who could be calling her at this late hour of the night?

The caller was unknown. No name. Just a few digits.

Not wanting to pry into her affair, I switched off the phone, tossed it into her bag and moved to the bathroom to freshen up.

The more I inhaled her citrus scent, the more I didn't want to part from her. Why do I feel this way? The uneasiness in my chest felt like I was parting from my mate.

When I got back to the room, I began to dress. As I put my clothes back on, I had a long trip, especially after shopping for all the essentials that my pack members needed.

The goods had all been transported, as the human ruler preferred I arrive to seal the business. He had a growing suspicion that we are not really humans, as their drones had spotted wolves in our pack. But I tried to build more barriers to protect our pack.

Now with digital products and the use of AI, it was easy to fool the humans into believing the video evidence circulating online was only mere fantasy and not real-life scenarios.

There was no way that I would admit to the reality of my people. But I had to travel with my men to ensure the humans remain in the dark about the existence of werewolves.

Once I was done wearing my clothes, I took out my chequebook and wrote a check for 3 million for the lovely woman.

"I won't be here until you awake, pretty," I said to her, watching her sleeping like a baby. Her long blonde hair sprawled on the bed, and some strands covering her pretty face.

Standing up from the chair, I put the check under her hand, in case anyone comes into the room after my departure.

Taking one last glance at her face, I lay on the bed next to her and drifted to sleep for a short nap.

A few minutes later, my eyes fluttered awake, welcoming in the sight of the room. My eyes darted to stare at the sleeping beauty next to me. She lay on her side, her back turned to me.

Rising from the bed, I searched for the check and knew that she would lose it before morning.

How could she sleep carelessly? My hand reached for the check under her breast, and I picked it up, moved out of the bed, and put it in her bag.

"Alpha, are you awake? Our men are ready to leave," Steven mindlinked me.

"Got it. I am set," I replied coolly. My eyes darting to the sleeping figure. She snored softly. Her features trembled on the bed from the cold that blew against her skin.

I moved to shut the window panes and watched her hand pull the sheet to cover herself.

Even though she was asleep, she slept like she was at her abode.

Shaking my head, I put on my black boots and threw on my coat. Then I exited the room, and met the hotel manager in the hallway.