The patrol had nothing to report, which is a relief before we head into the ceremony tonight. Making my way through the packhouse to my room, my wolf pushes forward stopping me on the second floor. Something smells delicious, and sweet, like honey and cinnamon. Mhmmm. Someone must have gone to the bakery after the shift.
After a quick shower, I tug on some jeans and a nice button-up shirt. My dad was always one for a suit or slacks at the least. That just isn’t my style, I don’t dig the formal look, I like to look professional but approachable. I decided when I became Alpha to not be one of the stuffy ones, to treat my pack as my father did, like family. No need to instill fear into them, they should respect me because of the way I lead and how I act, not because they are scared I will throw them in the cells and beat them.
Rolling my sleeves up, I spray a bit of mousse on my hand and waggle my hands through my hair. Rinsing my hands as I glance at my reflection, I’d say I look respectable.
Walking into the main hall, I see pack members have already started arriving. I spot Grayson talking to the food servers and head toward him. “How’d things go with the new members?” I ask. He gives a nod, “good, real good.” “Got the three set up with their sponsors, the she-wolf warrior moved in and set to start training in the morning.” “Great! Thanks, Grayson.” I say.
Stopping to chat with various pack members, the ceremony is off to a great start. Everyone seems to be excited about some new faces around here. I’m headed to grab a drink when Fiona steps in front of me. Damn. She is wearing a low-cut pink dress that clings to her figure, leaving little to the imagination.
“Alpha” She purred, running a hand up my bicep “think you’ll have time afterward to squeeze me in?” I feel the strain of the denim as I start sporting the semi.
Clearing my throat, “Uhm, yeah, come by my office afterward”. I make quick work to get to the bar, I need that drink more than ever now.
Nursing on a whiskey neat, I see some of the sponsors and make it a point to get over to the new members.
A little geeky-looking guy named Steve is here for our security division. He’s spent the last few years mastering hacking and the way he talks about systems is far over my head. He’s sharp, and having him here will be great for the team. Keeping our tech security division evolving with new blood, will keep us on our toes and always ahead of the curve.
A man walks towards me with a swagger. Christ. I hope to hell I don’t walk like that. I see him lick his lips as he looks back towards the bar. I glance over to see what he’s preying on - Fiona. Can’t say I’m shocked. I’m aware my bed isn’t the only one she's been in. While I know she isn’t mine and it's just a hookup, I don’t like the way he is eyeing her. Something about him just seems sleazy. He refocuses on me and extends a hand “Alpha Zac, it's a pleasure to be here and joining your pack”.
“We are glad you’re here…..” I eyed him questioningly.
“Kyle, sir”. “
Ah yes the accountant. I heard you are a real master of numbers.”
He grins, “I guess you could say that, I did rank top of my class, not like any of them provided competition .”
Bingo there is some cocky-ness.
I nod and excuse myself. A sweet looking blonde is chatting up the servers. Must be Suzi, she’ll be a part of the kitchen staff. She is very passionate about baking and took culinary classes while finishing her high school classes to complete them at the same time. Maybe she was the one that had baked goods earlier, I swear I can smell them again. I don’t want to interrupt her, she looks to be so in tune with the others. I’ll make it a point to get back to her later.
“Hey Boss” I hear Grayson call out behind me.
I turn around -Holy fuck. Standing beside Grayson is this petite goddess. Waves of auburn hair cascade down onto her creamy skin. Big green eyes pop in contrast to her scattered freckles. I take her all in. Her defined arms and snatched little body are on display in a black shimmery bodycon dress that hits mid-thigh. I see a small scar cutting through her eyebrow, which intrigues me more. Shifter healing is fast enough that scarring does not occur unless the injury is really bad.
“This is the new warrior, Isla.”
I take a second to compose myself, I feel my wolf close to the surface, he seems in just as much awe as I am. Those big green eyes look up at me with a sparkle, and her plump lips part into a breathtaking smile as she extends out a hand. “Alpha Zac, a pleasure to meet you”.
Pleasure? I’d sure like to show her what real pleasure is…There is a calming warmth radiating through her handshake.
The whiskey must be starting to kick in.
“Isla, we’ve heard lots of good things about your skills. Can’t wait to see what you’ve got at training tomorrow.” I say still stuck in those eyes. “Well, hopefully, I won't disappoint you”. Gazing into the emerald swirls, I find it hard to believe she could ever disappoint me.
“It's five til seven, probably should get ready to get started. Wouldn’t want the wolves to get too ravenous,” Grayson says breaking the silence.
“Ah yes, let’s get this party started!” I say and head towards the front.
1-1/2 Years Later... Spreading the light-weight blue linen blanket out on the neatly kept grass, I drop the heavy diaper bag down before placing my precious son down and sitting beside him. Fall weather is just starting to fill the days. The air is fresh and crisp around us, and the breeze is light as it tussles his curls. Giggling as his tiny hand fists the lush green grass, his turquoise eyes sparkle as they meet mine. My heart can't help but swell at the sight of him. Pulling him onto my lap, "Mama," he babbles at me, squirming out of my hold to explore the new area. Drawing a deep breath, the smell of nature around us soothes me. "Hey, tater-tot, Mama wants to introduce you to someone." I push his chestnut ringlets away from his eyes, and he stills, gazing at me with so much wonder. So much innocence. I fully intend to let him live his life surrounded and encouraged by love, swaddled in unconditional promises to protect and support his every dream. "I.." my voice squeaks. I've
As I pulled it from the heat, the tea kettle's hissing slowly dwindled. "Ouch, fuck, mmmm." I mutter out as the steam scalds my hand. "Isla, are you okay? Why are you out of bed" An overly concerned Zac says as he tucks the towel around his waist. "I'm fine; I wanted a cup of tea, that's all." I try to hide the annoyance in my voice. "I would have made it for you once I got out of the shower." My eyes raked over his still-dripping body. The water droplets followed every hardline on his body, each glistening muscle rippling with his moves. Pushing back his wet ringlets with one hand, the other holding the towel that hung low on his hips. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down on it as I admired the sight before me. I swear these pregnancy hormones have me squeezing my legs together at just the thought of Zac. "I know you would have, but I can't possibly lay in that bed all damn day." I sighed. Closing the distance between us, his scent, so much stronger these days,
"Fiona?" Her name was sour on my tongue. Her brown locks whipped the air as she turned in our direction; panic flashed in her eyes before they glazed over. She was mind-linking; the others must be close by. "GRAB HER!" Before I even finished, Audrie was behind her. Snatching her wrist, Audire twisted it behind her back and kicked behind her knees, dropping Fiona to the ground. Not even bothering with gloves, Audrie grabbed the silver cuffs from the pouch on her hip and restrained Fiona. Shrieking as Audrie pressed her head to the dirt and moved a knee to her back, Fiona lay there, tears glossing her eyes. "Where the fuck is Isla, you flimsy cunt?" "Ahh, stop it; you're hurting me!" Fiona whimpers. Threading a hand into Fiona's dark locks, Audries fists a handful of hair before yanking up and slamming her face forcefully back into the dirt. "Hurting you? How about how you helped hurt her!" "Ahhhh," Fiona coughs, spittle and blood drip into the dirt beneath her face. "Fine, FI
My muscles are rigid, the weight of my own body anchoring me to this mite palace of a mattress. I don't know how much time has passed since I've been in this musty crypt. Drifting in and out of restless sleep and bouts of consciousness, the days or weeks, whatever it's been, have bled together. They avoid me, leaving me alone...I'm not sure which is worse, alone with my thoughts and fears or in the presence of my captors and my father. It's been seven years since I've seen that face in person. His hair was buzzed short now, but there was enough to see how the grey hairs blended into the black. The stubble on his face was the same. His eyes...what used to be pale blue eyes, icy and cold, were dark and murky, showing his wolf was forward- just like the day in the cells when they took me away. They say when a mate bond breaks, it can make a wolf go crazy, feral even; it's even been known to kill. I think when that bond broke, the cracks in his soul bound with that of his wolf, and they m
Nothing. It’s been three days since I couldn’t protect my family. I’ve done nothing short of kicking myself for not kicking that cumwad Kyle out of the pack as soon as we knew he assaulted Isla. The search groups have been working these last two days relentlessly. I have been bouncing around from group to group, assisting with breaches of abandoned buildings. I want to be the one who saves her. I need to redeem myself; I feel like a real piece of shit for not being better. I always thought I was a fair Alpha, lenient even; maybe that was a mistake. The group I’m running with today will be hitting a patch of land between Red Rapids and Green Hill. It was mostly forest, but there were a few old factories that had piqued our interest. Mesmerized by the wisps of steam twisted up from the hot cup of coffee I was swirling, I didn’t hear the door of the Community Center we were crashing in click open. “Couldn’t sleep, Alpha?” Audrie asks. “Something like that,” taking a swig of the s
The darkness is so familiar. It used to be the thing that comforted me, but I want nothing more now than to escape it. Zac has become my safe place. Small glimpses of reality interrupt the darkness every now and then, but I know I haven't had a chance to regain consciousness fully. The burning sensations that accompany each new image, I'm guessing that they keep injecting me. I really hope it's not hurting the baby... The pain is the first thing to come back to me. I feel like I've been hit by a Mac truck, and then he threw it in reverse for good measure. Blinking my eyes open, I groan out in pain, my mouth no longer covered.It looks like a basement. There are no windows, concrete floors, and walls, each just as filthy as the other, and a door with a gap at the bottom letting light creep in. My muscles are so stiff I try to stretch, only to be met with the resistance and searing of the silver chains. How long have I been here? Where even is here? I don't have much time to dwell o