~Chapter 6~Place your bets.~

Wesly

"Yeah, I know him." Darrell tells me. "I didn't know he was advertising on the damn internet, though. It is legit. Alpha George has been selling off Trentity's for years. The way I hear it, she is the last one he has."

At this point, it didn't matter to me where she comes from. Purchasing the Trentity would solve all my problems. My trust issues reared their ugly head and got me paranoid about using the fertility clinic. What if I put my seed into a sergeant and she changed her mind about giving me my heir once the pup was born?

Its not like I can call the cops and tell them the she-wolf I impregnated won't give me my baby. Not to mention what could happen should she find out my child is heir to the Harris Enterprise fortune. My parents would no doubt generously provide for any bastard child of mine they were told I had abandoned.

"Put 500,000 on her." I tell Darrell. "Keep my name and my bid anonymous."

"Discretion is my middle name." He assured me. "There is the monetary issue of my finders f*e. Does 30,000 sound fair to you?"

I rolled my eyes. Of course, Darrell isn't going to something for nothing. "You'll get your f*e only after you deliver her, and I test her blood."

"Just out of curiosity, how the hell are you going to do that?" He asked me a little cautiously.

"I will taste her blood. If she is a Trentity, I will know." I tell him.

"You fucking werewolves are creepy as hell!" He tells me with a grunt. "I will keep you posted."

Every day, I make it a priority to assure my warriors know who the Alpha of this pack is and that he's not slipping. After proving myself at warrior training, I head to my packhouse. I climbed the stairs to the Alpha floor and went to my bedroom. Another trigger of my schizotypal behaviors is constriction. Even with clothing. After I shower, I opt for a wife beater and a pair of loose-fitting shorts.

My right forearm is still scabbed over from my latest tattoo. Every time I look at it, I am proud that I now have my pack displayed on my body. It had taken me a while to draw out the design just the way I wanted it to look. It depicts a full moon coming up over a hazy horizon. A wolf's head with bright red eyes is baring its teeth as it emerges forth from the moons' surface.

It is a direct reflection of me. I am Born Moon Rising. I have always felt as though I had been reborn here. I knew I had found one of the purposes for my life the day I had purchased the land and made the first plans for construction. This place and my pack are the only things I have ever done that I actually take pride in. For the present time being anyway.

Recently, I have been focused on fullfing the other purpose I want my life to serve. Once, I realized Lidnesy wasn't worth putting a pup inside of I started looking for other means to meet the end. As soon as I get the Trentity in my possession, I will make it happen. Maybe she will give me more than one little Harris. I have always wanted a big family.

Lidnesy catches me on my way to dinner. Kota pops up quickly in my head. The 2 years I have spent fighting with her is the longest relationship we have ever had. Unlike me, Kota wants to be mated. Not necessarily to a whore but, he thinks she can be rehabilitated. I think it's time to get rid of her altogether.

"Hey mate." She says to me smoothly, snaking her arm around my waist. "I was just looking for you."

My skin literally begins to crawl where she is touching me. I fight the urge to pull her away from me. "I am busy." I bark at her, then I remember I am supposed to be charming. "Come see me tomorrow after warrior training." I whisper in her ear before moving past her.