Chapter Four

Nicholas POV

"How did you get in here, Mer?" You know that women aren't allowed in here," I cautioned.

"Nick, I just wanted to spend time with you. As the alpha of our pack, you need a female touch; you need to be taken care of."

Who told her that it was her touch that I wanted?

I could smell her thirst for me, and it was nauseating.

I wish she could get it through her thick skull that I don't need a woman in my life. I am fine the way I am.

I don't want history to repeat itself. Since I lost them, I have made a promise to myself and the moon goddess that I won't let something like that happen again.

I mind-linked my guard Josiah to come quickly, blocking her from feeling it.

I wanted him to act like he wanted to check up on me, without offending the thirsty female beside me. Although I knew that he would see hell later, I was comforted by the knowledge that it wouldn't be for me.

"My alpha, are you alright? I wanted to check up on you before I go to bed officially."

I did not wait for him to finish before I ushered him in.

An annoyed Meredith quickly picked up her clothes, swearing profanity at him.

"I am so sorry Alpha; I didn't know that you were not alone," his eyes twitched while looking in between me and Meredith.

"Sorry for yourself, you bastard," she swore at him.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" she asked her hands on her waist.

"He called you to come, and you did exactly that. We shall see," she snapped her fingers at him, put her clothes on, and walked out of my room.

I hope this will teach her not to try this again.

My name is Nicholas Hoult. I am the Alpha of Crescent Pack, the most feared alpha alive. The person who just left now is Meredith, my childhood friend, and Alpha Jay's daughter.

I have heard people refer to me as a ruthless alpha. The reason is that, if you are guilty of any crime, I won't hesitate to melt the necessary punishment on you, regardless of who you are.

"I am sorry, Alpha, for doing that. I didn't know that you are not alone. I didn't mean to spoil your fun," Josiah said, bending his head to avoid looking into my eyes.

"Don't be Josiah; I called you here, didn't I?" I smirked.

"It is all good. Tell me, will my father be coming back today like he said?" I asked him.

"He said that he will be coming back first thing tomorrow morning, something about having little hiccups on the way."

I was bothered to hear that.

"What happened to him, Josiah? Is he alright?"

"Yes, my alpha, he said that one of the slaves was at the point of death when he found her. The healer ordered her not to be moved for a day so that her recovery could be monitored."

"She is sick? What is Father still doing with someone who is dying? He should have just tossed her to the ground and let her die, I said to myself, forgetting that Josiah was still standing there.

"That will be all, Josiah. I would like to be alone."

He bowed and left. I decided to find out from my father what happened.

As much as he is still strong and active, I couldn't help worrying about him.

When he gave up his position to me and decided to travel around the world, I was worried about what could have prompted him to make such a decision.

My father was always a weirdo. He never liked being the leader; he hated wars and did his best to avoid them. It was as if after my mother and sister died, a part of him was ripped apart forever.

"Where are you, father?" I mind-linked him.

"I am a little closer to mountain pack. I had a little problem. One of my slaves is badly injured," he said to me.

"You should have left her there. Why do you bother yourself so much about her? Just toss her down and be on your way."

"Son, I can't do that; she is worth ten of my slaves," he boasted.

I was surprised to hear that from him. "Who is she?" I pondered.

"I will be fine, little devil; I will be home, tomorrow morning."

"Alright, stay safe," I cut the link.

Here we go with the nicknames. My father has always called me 'little devil' since I was little. I wish he knew how ridiculous it is to call a six-foot giant of a man little when there was nothing little about me.

I went around checking everything to make sure that it was in order before they got back.

Satisfied with everything, I went back to my room and slept off.

The next morning, I was awoken by the bell.

Josiah usually rang that bell to signify my father's heroic return.

I quickly dressed up and went out.

Outside, I was told that he was already in his room resting and that the slaves were all locked up, including the one who was so sick.

My wolf was restless. Speed, my wolf, has never been this restless. There was a particular scent in the sky that I could not pinpoint.

I quickly ordered that the slaves be brought out so that I could speak with them. My father won't be doing that.

There were fifteen of them, yet I noticed only one of them.

Her hair was longer, framing her little face; her eyes were icy blue and confused. She was a little on the shorter side.

I will probably feel like a giant standing next to her, although I am not worried about that. I am sure that I will fit into her perfectly.

I quickly shook off such thought. Immediately she passed me, her scent became stronger, and I heard Speed cry out;

"Mate!"

I was rattled standing near her. I fought every attempt of speed to claim her. I tried reasoning with him that we don't need her, but all that fell on deaf ears.

I started reading the rules to them while walking around to calm myself down. She kept staring at me like she was lost.

I noticed that she was restless, and the weird thing about her was that, once I came closer to her, she had another scent that was not wolf-like.

I don't know what that is, but I will find out now.

I moved closer to her face, my teeth fully bared and my eyes blazing red.

"What the fuck are pup?" I raged, lifting her face.

She shivered once she noticed me sniffing her neck like she was cold under my scrutiny.

Her eyes immediately flickered a green light, just like it never happened; her eyes turned blue again.

I was thrown off by forces beyond my control.

If I weren't such a powerful alpha, I would have been on the floor by now. I was pushed back instead. I managed to hold myself using my toes.

The evil girl had a smirk on her pretty face.

"Sorry, Alpha," she mouthed, still smiling.