Chapter 4

BASTIAN

I've been at work a total of 20 minutes and I already have a massive headache.

I'm looking at the stiff seated across from me in front of my desk. Rambling on about his magic rehabilitation program that's going to miraculously cure the crazy Dragons in the prison.

I'm leaning in my chair. My elbow on the arm with my fingertips on my temple.

I'm totally not listening to his shit.

He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Alpha, I can see in your face, that you don't take this seriously."

"I do. I just don't give a shit, Doctor." I say with an uncaring look on my face.

Rennet sits up. "Look. This is the best thing for these people. They don't deserve this. Torrent forced them to fight for him...."

I lean on my desk. "Bullshit."

"You don't believe that they could be forced to fight?" Rennet arches his brow.

"No. I don't." I sit back, folding my arms.

"Why's that, Alpha?" He sits back and crosses his leg.

I get up and walk around my desk. "You don't brutally murder over 800 people under duress, doctor. No one forced these people to do anything." I lean on the front of my desk in front of Rennet.

"You're assuming everyone here participated in the murders, Alpha. My reports will find those who had little participation and those who are suffering because of it." He adjusted his glasses again.

I cross my arms. "I don't care what your little reports say, doctor. They're all just as sick as their sick fuck of a leader. As far as I'm concerned, they can rot in here until they die and join Torrent in hell where they belong." I push off my desk and walk back to my chair.

Rennet stands. Buttoning his jacket. "You're making a big mistake, Alpha. Keeping innocent people locked up will just turn them into criminals."

I open some files. "I told you before, doctor. If you think the people in here are innocent, you need a shrink just as bad as they do."

I stand and grab my jacket. I slip it on and button it. "Come on. I'll show you to your office."

We walk down the halls of the Prison offices. I come to a door not far from the back where the prison is.

I unlock the door and open it. Turning on the light. The doctor walks by me.

"If there's anything you need, just call my secretary." I say, watching him open his briefcase.

"Actually, Alpha. I would like to get started right away." He pulls out a list and hands it to me. "I need access to these prisoners."

I grab his paper and read it. Two names stuck right out. "No. No fucking way. Anyone one else, but these two."

The doctor folds his arms. "Cole Karver and Cain Brindle are the foundation for my profile. I'll need them to compare the innocent against."

I lean to him. "Find another way. You aren't getting a second with Karver or Brindle."

I hand him back his paper and walk out of his office, closing the door behind me.

I shake my pounding head. I can't wait to get home.

****

I pull into driveway and I practically crash my damn car.

I slam my car into park and get out. Slamming the door and stomping to the giant eyesore outside my fucking house.

It's rusted out. I'm sure it's leaking something on my driveway. I look into the side window of the beat up, old truck to see who the fuck I need to kill. I can't see anything so I decide I need to knock some heads inside to get this trash out of my sight.

I was about to walk in when the decorator comes out. I stop in my tracks when I see her wearing a small, pink skirt and a nice white short-sleeved button down. I can't help but notice the buttons straining a little against the pull of her nice sized chest. Her hair is pinned up nicely too. Her look is a far cry from what I saw yesterday.

I shake my head as I remembered. I'm pissed.

"Hey! Is that piece of shit yours?" I yell as I approach her.

"Excuse me?" She looks shocked at me.

I point to the truck. "That. That junk truck. Is it yours?" I glare at her.

"Yes, it is." She admits.

I lean down to her face. "Get it the fuck out on my driveway now."

"I was just unloading supplies for the ballroom. This door is closer." She folds her arms.

"I don't fucking care. I have a staff entrance for a fucking reason." I point to her chest "You use it."

She ticks her jaw. "Fine."

She pushes past me to the truck.

I turn around. "You know, a successful decorator really should be able to afford a decent car." I smirk.

She stops and turns around. "This truck means something to me. I'm sure someone like you wouldn't know what that means."

She spins around. Her chocolate brown hair spinning out with her. She gets in the truck and drives around to the back of the house.

I shake my head and walk into my house.

"Nigel!!" I yell as I take off my jacket.

Nigel comes out of the common room. "You're home early."

"Tylenol now." I bark. I head to the dining hall.

I sit at a table, rubbing my temples. I don't normally get headaches, but my blood pressures through the roof and my wolf hasn't laid off me for the last two days. I think I'll have to run him later.

As I wait for my pain killers, I hear a voice I really don't want to hear right now.

"You know, you can stop yelling at any time."

I lean back and sigh. "Hello, Caroline."

"Alpha"

Caroline Wiles. My lover on most nights when I'm not at the bar picking up twins.

She slips her fit body into the chair across from me. Her long blonde hair pulled over her shoulder. Her sexy face leaning on her hands as her elbows perch on the table top.

I eye her. "What do you want, Caroline?" I'm really not in any mood.

She sits back. "Nothing, Bastian. I'm just concerned. You seem quite stressed."

"Right." I smirk.

She tilts her head. "Is it so hard to believe I care about you."

I lean on the table. "Yes. What do you want?"

She smiles. "Ok. You got me, Bastian." She gets up and walks around the table. She slides into my lap. Wrapping her arms around my neck. Her face close to mine.

She plays with my hair and kisses my neck. In an innocent baby like voice, she looks at me. "It's my birthday next week and I wanted to know if you were throwing me a party."

My hand ran up her leg to her ass as my dick swelled in my pants.

Her fingers gently ran across the exposed skin of my partly unbuttoned shirt. Her lips played with mine.

My hand ran up into her hair and pulled it back hard, making her let out a little moan.

I nipped at the soft skin of her neck. I ran my tongue up her neck and to her mouth. I kissed her deep. Shoving my tongue down her throat. I pulled back, biting on her full bottom lip.

"Is that a yes?" She pants.

I let go of her lip. "No." I push her off me.

"What?" She scowls. "Bastian?"

"Caroline. I don't have time to throw you fucking party, Ok? I've got more important things to worry about. Get one of your other boy toys to do it."

"You're an asshole." She frowns.

I roll my head to her and smirk. "Yeah, but I got what you need. Cold, hard cash."

"Ugh." She turns and storms out.

I chuckle to myself. I may be an ass, but I'm honest. I know she doesn't give a shit about me. But she's a good lay, so I keep her around. Women like her are a dime a dozen. They're just around for Luna and the money.

I rub my forehead. Nigel drops the pills and a water bottle on the table.

"Thanks." I pop the pills in my mouth and pound back half the bottle of water.

Nigel sits on the table. "Bad day?"

"You have no idea." I shake my head. "By the way, don't allow the staff to park in front."

He puts his hands up. "Hey, I just didn't want her to hurt herself. She had a lot of boxes."

"Whatever. I don't want junk cars in front of the house. It looks bad" I lean on the table.

"Ok. But your stress really can't be a junk truck. What's going on?" He leaned his hands on the table.

I put my bottle down and lean back. "The ball. The Head Alpha position. The shrink crawling around my prison trying to find Dragons to release. The decorator driving me insane. My wolf going nuts......"

He looked at me confused. "How can Sam drive you nuts she's only been here for two days?"

"Yeah, and in those two days, she's turned my house in a strip club try out and junk yard. Plus, she yelled at me. It made me mad." I rest my hands together on my lap.

Nigel snorts. "Are you sure you're mad and not something else?"

"What do you mean?" I arch a brow.

"You sure you don't want her?" He smiles

"What? No. She's so far from my type. I mean, yeah, she's hot. But she has no style. No class. Look at her truck. God, no. I wouldn't be caught dead with a chick like that." I glance up at Nigel and he's looking past me.

I turn toward where he's looking and Sam's standing in the doorway. Our eyes lock for a moment before she turns on her heels and disappears. I turn back to Nigel.

He looks down at me. "You, uh, you going to go talk to her or...."

"Why? We're not dating." I adjust myself in my seat. I can feel him staring at me.

I glance up and he's not letting this go.

I sigh. "Fine." I slam my bottle back down on the table and walk out of the room.

I enter the ballroom and she's leaned over the table looking at designs.

I stuff my hands in my pockets and walk into the room slowly.

"Hey, um.... I'm sorry you heard that." I thumb over my shoulder.

She raises her head, but doesn't turn. "It's fine."

"No really. I didn't mean...."

She turns around. She holds her chin up. "It's fine. Really. You're entitled to your opinion. It's not my place to question it."

I move closer. "Why does it feel like that's a lie?"

She leans on the table. "It's not. You're not attracted to me and that's good. I'm not attracted to you either."

I give a half smile. "As long as we understand each other."

"I mean you're my client. Even if I was...." Her face gets that deer in the lights look again as I step closer.

I'm hit with this exotic scent. I've smelled hundreds of women, but this. It's like gardenias, but there's something almost alien behind it. I can't pin point it at all. All I know it's like a fucking drug. My wolf is completely subdued. Her scent swirls around me like smoke. It infects my brain more as I get closer.

I lower my head a bit and lock her eyes. "It would never happen...."

"Never...." She says quietly.

I'm mere inches from her. Pictures of me tearing her clothes off with my teeth slam my brain.

I lean closer to her face. I can feel her breath on my lips. "Never....happen...."

She lets out a quiet shaky breath.

"Bastian!"

I turn around and Caroline is standing in the doorway. Tapping her foot with her arms crossed.

I look back at Sam. "Uh...I'm...sorry. I got to go." I thumb toward Caroline.

She straightens up and avoids looking at me. "Um...yes. Well, thank you." She glances at me quick. I catch those amazing doe eyes for a second before I turn to meet Caroline in the hallway.

I give my head a shake and follow Caroline out of the area quick.