006 I Can't

Oscar.

I couldn't have imagined that Karen was a Hunter. When she had called me for help on the street, all I saw was a beautiful young woman in need of help. I had just ended things with my mistress then, and Karen was my type. Other than that, I felt a strong pull towards her that I did not want to acknowledge.

All I wanted to do was play with her for a while and then move on. Something had drawn me to her. When she sat across from me in my office, I found her scent quite alluring. I knew I would enjoy myself with her. I believed she might even end up being one of my memorable mistresses.

Karen was hot and sexy. Her breasts were perfect, and her scent was divine. I knew if I didn't take as much as I wanted from her, I would be pining for her for the rest of my life. I needed to have her as many times as possible until I got tired, and then I could move on. I didn't feel terrible about my intentions towards her because I knew that I would be doing her a big favour. She had shown how hopeless she was when she called out on the street.

I always made sure I had lovers at all times to give my uncle a sense of being unserious on my part. I knew if I didn't do that, they would force me to claim a wolf and settle with her since I hadn't found my mate yet.

The truth now was I had found my mate, but I knew she would not be accepted by my family. I also did not like the fact that I could be controlled by the mate bond. I loved my freedom, I loved having any woman I wanted. I was yet to officially reject her, and I didn't think I could, but I intended to play around a bit before I let her go. It was an impossible match and a curse.

Knowing what I now knew about Karen, I knew I had to protect her. She was in danger. A danger she knew nothing about. I was worried for her. If her father was John Hunter, the new vampire leader, then she was in double trouble. He could try to turn her, and her grandfather could try to train her and use her against the supernatural beings.

If truly she was a Hunter, then it meant her existence alone was a bane to all supernatural beings.

I knew the wisest and safest decision was to hand her over to the werewolves that wanted her, so they could end her quickly before she could live up to her family's name and profession, but I couldn't bring myself to do that. She was innocent and she was mine.

Karen didn't even know the people they claimed she was related to. It would have been unfair of me to hand her over foolishly.

My decision was going to put my pack in a lot of trouble. If the vampires found out about her, they too would come calling. I guess that was why her poor mother must have dumped her in the orphanage. But thinking of things properly, whoever dumped her in the orphanage did a shitty job at protecting her identity, since they left her with her last name. Whoever dumped her there wanted her to be found. It was unfortunate that Karen had been found by foes and not friends.

I had to call a pack meeting the next day. They needed to know what their Alpha had gotten himself mixed up in. I needed their help to successfully protect Karen. I needed their support, and they needed to know what was coming.

I hurried to the packhouse the next day to see my uncle. I had promised Karen that I wouldn't be long. She wasn't comfortable with me leaving her, and I knew I couldn't take a human to the packhouse. I knew she was yet to accept the fact that I was a werewolf and she was the only human in the house she was in, but she had no choice. This was her new reality.

She eventually let me go. I called my office and informed them I would be working from home for a while. Tabitha wasn't happy about it, but I knew why. Tabitha was driven by pleasure, and I knew she always looked forward to our little encounters in the office.

Although the last time we were at it, Karen had walked in on us, and I had tried to finish up, I didn't enjoy it at all. Karen's scent was extremely alluring. When I checked her to find out if she was lying about being a virgin, I was amazed at the experience. Her hot wet pussy felt amazing to touch. The fact that she had never been touched made me want to do all kinds of things to her, and I would have succeeded if it weren't for those damn werewolves. Why did she have to come with the baggage of that magnitude? We would have had an awesome time together.

My uncle was surprised to see me at the packhouse. He was my father's beta before my father died, and I had put him in charge of the pack because I didn't want to live in the packhouse yet. Deciding to protect Karen would mean we would have to get muscles from the pack. They deserved to know the mess I had gotten myself into.

"To what do I owe this surprise?" my uncle asked, genuinely surprised to see me.

"I need your help, uncle," I told him, sitting on the couch in his office, which was technically my office.

"And how may I be of service?" he asked, leaning closer to his desk.

"I need help in protecting someone. There are werewolves after her," I explained.

"And why are they after her?" He asked, and I stared at him in disbelief. He had no business asking me such a question. I was the Alpha, and not him.

"That is sensitive information I do not intend to disclose," I replied, and he looked at me silently for a while, contemplating how best to use his words.

"You might be the Alpha, Oscar, but I still run this pack. If you have gotten yourself mixed up in something out there, we deserve to know. We deserve to know why we would be risking our lives."

"You have no right to tell me how to use my pack." I warned him. "Whether they like it or not they will have to do as I say. I am Alpha," I said angrily. He might be my uncle, but he wasn't my father and he wasn't an alpha.

"I can't let you put this pack in danger, Oscar. If you continue like this, you will be packless," he threatened.

"Are you trying to take my pack from me?" I asked my uncle, livid, and I noticed he was uncomfortable with my alpha tone.

"I am trying to protect them from being destroyed by a reckless alpha," he managed to respond.

"I need protection for my Mistress, and you will give her the protection she needs," I ordered.

"We do not assist humans. You know the law. You can have as many mistresses as you like, but you can never bring them here." My uncle reminded me.

"Well, I intend to bring this one here. She seems important to a lot of people," I said, and he said,

"Let them have her. Let her find a way to defend herself. There are many human women out there that will do anything to be with you. Don't get caught up in somebody else's mess. The fact that you are unwilling to tell me the kind of mess she is in means it must be something you know I won't support. Let her go, son," he said.

What my uncle was suggesting was cruel, but I could understand. Werewolves would never risk their lives for humans, likewise the other way around. I knew what I was asking for was a lot. But I was compelled to protect her. Her innocence in the matter was motivation enough. My uncle wanted to protect the pack, it was his job. It was my job too, but handing her over or leaving her to her devices would mean certain death for her. When she stood on the street yelling that I should help her that her life depended on it, she wasn't lying.

I looked at my uncle dead in the eyes.

"I can't, uncle. She is my fated mate," I finally confessed and he looked at me in shock.