Chapter 2

Jaxson POV

“Please Jaxson, come back to bed!” I heard from my bed. She was a clingy thing but she knew she was just for fun. I am a no strings attached kind of guy. I always get what I want. I looked at myself in the mirror as I poured myself another scotch. I had piercing light blue eyes, 6’5”, dark brown hair that is longer in the front than the sides and a chiseled jawline with a 5 o'clock shadow I have been told makes women’s knees weak. My phone started ringing before I had a chance to answer her. I was pretty annoyed she didn’t use my correct title. I will punish her for that in a minute but I need to get this call.

I pressed accept, “Yeah?”

“I have a job, it needs to be done tonight”

“Tonight?”

“Yes, rouge has been causing issues, setting people and places on fire. I happen to know his current whereabouts so I'd rather this just gets done now. I will of course, make up for late notice via payment.”

“hmm, send me the details. I will need one hour then I will head out.”

Click! The caller hung up. I turned my phone on vibrate and made my way back to the woman in my bed. Her creamy white skin looked flawless against my red silk sheets and black quilt. Her legs were sticking out from under the covers. She had legs for days but an attitude to match it. When she saw me approach the bed, she sat up letting the silk sheets slide down her tits and exposed her hardened nipples. Walking up to the bed, she used her nails to trace down my 8-pack abs and hooked them around my guy shorts I had put on. My dick was already standing at attention and ready for another round. We had already gone for three but since she decided not to be disrespectful and not use my proper title, she can suck me off.

“What did you call me?” I said using an extremely calm voice.

I saw the fear in her eyes immediately. “A…Alpha Jaxson! I think we know each other well enough that one little slip isn’t a big deal?” She said and gave me the most sexual facial expression. Fuck that gets me every time.

I pointed at my dick, “Take care of it!” I said and she didn’t waste a second, pulling my shorts down and expertly wrapped her tongue around my shaft. I was told I was hung like a horse but I am pretty sure I am bigger than that! She could barely get half of me in her mouth so she used her other hands to pump. Her other hand gripped my balls and massaged them. Damn, she was good at this! She should be, she is the pack whore after all. She has been after the title of Luna but since I don’t plan on taking a Luna, I just need a bed warmer. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my dick in further. Harder and harder I fucked her face. She had tears coming down but she held out till I finally blew my seed down her throat. She will have a bruised mouth/throat tomorrow!

“Good, girl. Now get dressed. I have work to do!” I said and walked away from her to get in the shower.

“Can’t I stay here till you get back? I will keep your bed warm for you!”

I ignored her and left her alone as I got into the shower. The water was scolding hot as it ran down my body. Our combined sweat and juices coated the shower floor that had a hint of pink to it. I must have drawn some blood as I like it rough. 

I dried off and got dressed in my killing clothes. You see, I am hired to kill Alpha. I have a special set of skills. I have a knack for tracking and I enjoy killing. Life as an Alpha is good but it can be boring with the same tasks and pack arguments. Don’t get me wrong! I love my pack and will die for them but I need more excitement in my life than signing paperwork. I was caught by some men when I was younger. I killed a man that was rapping his own daughter! The men saw me and instead of punishing me, they offered me a job. So, I operate a pack, my own businesses and I kill on the side. I have the perfect life!

I got my black combat boots, black army style pants with a black long sleeve shirt. My skin was more on the tanned side but I will use a black hat when working. I bought a ski mask just in case more people were around but no one ever lived after I was on their trail. The media and the other packs knew me simply as ‘The Midnight Killer’. I was surprised how spot on they were since my pack’s name is the Midnight Pack! No one actually knew my identity other than my beta and gamma. They were my childhood friends and they helped me collect information on my targets.

I mind-linked my beta, ‘I am going on an errand, I will be back by morning’

‘Need anything?’ he said sleepily. Must have woken him up. Oh well.

‘No, I should be back by training, if not, take over and run it.’

’10-4’ he said and cut the link.

I looked at my phone and I had an email sent to me through my secure address. I typed in my code and began to read.

Target: Samuel Adams

            Male, 24

Last known location: 24 miles North- Northeast of Deer Lodge, Montana. Isolated cabin off Canyon Ferry     Lake.

Occupants: One hostage, 13 year old female. Will rescue in the morning.

Offence: Killing and setting fire to multiple locations resulting in 9 deaths.

Amount: 200k for completion of job, bonus of 20k for unharmed minor left alone in bed.

It included a picture of the man, short stubbly looking guy, ragged beard with moustache, dark brown eyes, shaggy eyebrows, missing a few teeth and looks like he hasn’t bathed in months. I could almost smell him from here.

That will be a 50- mile ride on my bike plus a 20-mile hike to his property. It is easier to hike there so I can watch out for traps and to make sure I have stealth on my side. Shutting my phone down and putting it on silent, I slipped it into my pocket and made my way to the garage.

My packhouse is fairly large but this isn’t my personal residence, just one I stay at for convenience. I have a personal home that was left to me when my parents died that I stay at. No one is allowed to go there.

I grabbed the keys from the wall and found my bike on the far side of the garage, my to-go backpack and got on. This was my baby! A Ducati 749. It was a beast, solid black and powerful. I loved the feel of all that power under me as I raced dangerously through the winding roads of Montana. I had my helmet on and a leather black jacket. I felt free and alive! This is where I felt the most of myself and connected to nature. I passed elk, deer and mountain lions. I saw owls, bats and critters of every kind. This is what I loved most.

I heard a ding and realised I had reached the location where I needed to store my bike. I hid it in the thick brush. Once I was satisfied with that. I plugged in my next location and started my hike. The moon was high in the sky and the wildlife was still active around me.

I suddenly heard the screams of a mountain lion. It didn’t sound far away and it sounded like it was wounded. Cautiously, I made my way to the poor animal. It’s foot was caught in a bear trap and it was fighting so hard to get free that it was doing more damage than the trap did. I set my bag down and slowly showed myself to the animal. He immediately went on the defence and arched his back, hair standing on its ends and growled in warning.

“Shhh, I won’t hurt you! Let me help!” I said soothingly. I let my eyes glow red and showed my dominance to the animal. My wolf, Colt, was a beast in his own right and demanded respect everywhere he went. He just had to show himself and most animals bowed in respect. The mountain lion was no different. Once he saw my eyes, he relaxed and whined. “Let me help,” I said again and made my way to the animal. I carefully pried open the trap and got his foot out. I went back to my bag and poured water over the wound and cleaned it out. It is pretty superficial. No broken bones and he will make a full recovery.

I went to leave but noticed the mountain lion standing and started following me. I raised my eyebrow at him but decided to bring him along. Which proved to be a good decision because he helped me set off the bear traps before we stepped into them or any other animal. Together, we navigated the forest to the cabin.  

I saw smoke in the distance and realised I was close. I crept my way till the cabin came into view. I heard the screams of the child and a distinct sound of a hand hitting flesh. It made my blood boil to see a child abused. Or any woman of that nature. I might use them for sex but she came willingly and only punished when necessary, never for pleasure.

I was just thinking how I was going to do this when the front door opened and I saw him step out on his porch and light a cigarette. Nasty habit, I won’t lie and say I don’t have a cigar every now and then but that is when the situation called for it. I guess this was as good as any and made my way down to the cabin.

Samuel was about done with his cigarette. I pulled my thick knife from my pants. My beta said it was a mini machete but there wasn’t anything mini about it. I quickly sliced his neck from ear to ear. I watched as the blood shot out with each heart beat till he was lying in his own blood. He had a look of confusion then understanding and finally acceptance till they glazed over. The mountain lion came up beside me and looked at him growling.

“You can have him, leave the girl alone.” I said and I swear the lion nodded and pounced on the bloody man at my feet.

As I walked away, I heard the front door open. “WAIT! Don’t leave me here! Please, I beg you!” a small child came running out of the cabin.

Turning around, a little girl, no older than five came running to me and clung to my leg. She was covered in blood, bruises and burns. He really did a number on her. I wasn’t sure what to do. Do I stay till help comes? I don’t know anything about taking care of a child. “Someone will come and get you tomorrow morning.” I said slightly uneasy.

“I don’t want to  be alone! I am s-scared of the dark! P-please mister?” the child was full on sobbing each word. She kept looking around waiting for something to jump out at her. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed. I will stay till you fall asleep.” I decided and guided the child back inside. “What is your name?”

“Molly,” she said, wiping her nose on the back of her hand. 

“Here, have a kleenex.” I fund a box right inside the cabin. Leading her to the back, it took me two doors before I found the bathroom. “Can you shower yourself?” I asked, suddenly getting very nervous.

“Yes, I can. I need help with my hair though.” she said sheepishly. 

“Okay, get in and yell when you need my help.” I instructed. I did start the shower though and make sure it wasn’t too hot and stepped out of  the room. While she was showering, I made sure she had a bed with blankets. 

“Mister?” I heard a small voice yell from inside the bathroom. 

Walking in, I saw her little head popping out of the shower. “You need help?” I asked, just double checking. 

“Yes, just help me make sure I got all my hair and rinse it out.” 

Thankfully, the shower had a handicap shower head so I removed it and was able to make sure I got all the soap out of her hair. I felt like a pervert washing a little girl that wasn’t my child. So, I finished quickly. “Okay, you are good.” I said quickly, shutting the curtain. “When you are done, I will be outside. Take your time.” and left the bathroom immediately. 

It took her about five more minutes but she came out with a towel around her. She walked to her room and found what looked like an old pillowcase and crawled into bed. 

“Okay, go to sleep and when you wake, someone will be here to get you.”

“I…” she started but was interrupted by the front door opening and slamming shut. My wolf was instantly alert.