Chapter 8

Drake’s POV

   I slam the door to my room and lean against it, licking the taste of her blood off my finger. Everything about her is sweet and tempting. She might think she knows what she asks for, but she has no fucking idea. I look to my walkin closet, behind the wardrobe of mostly black clothing is a row of pegs I know what is on each fucking one, cuffs and shackles, collars and chains, whips and paddles of a several varieties. Then there’s the ball gags and let’s not get into what I do with my claws and fangs…she is far too fucking sweet for me, but goddess, she makes me throb with desire, my little nymph. I quickly rub one off, shooting my load into the dirty t-shirt that I grab from my hamper, before getting dressed and going down to breakfast. I hate that I feel like a teenager, having to masterbate several fucking times a fucking day just to relieve the fucking pressure that builds up whenever the fuck I am near her. 

    Ezekiel is already in the kitchen with his coffee watching Ellie and chatting while she makes some crepes. Zeke pops a piece of cut fruit in his mouth as he turns to me. Strawberries, it has to be fucking strawberries…sweet and tempting, just like her. I close my eyes and Zeke hands me a mug of black coffee. “I’m surprised to see you so soon I thought you and…”he trails off,  then changes tone. “Zelle!” he says, right as I feel her hand on my back and her intoxicating scent fills my senses, she is freshly showered and a droplet of water from her wet hair lands on my hand as she leans forward, around me to reach for a cup. Without thinking, I slide mine to her before wrapping an arm around her waist.

    “Take mine, I’ll get myself another” I rasp out, her proximity makes me feel drunk with desire. 

“Drake, I know you said I could have a car, but I don’t know how to drive. So, can someone give me a ride in to the diner today? I have a lunch and dinner shift and I’ll give my two weeks notice” her sweet voice permeates the air.

   “You are the Alpha, or will be soon enough, princess. I am just your humble servant” I smirk. 

    “So that’s a yes?” She pecks my lips quickly then turns as she flushes, realizing what she just did. I fully intend to drive her myself, but I have too much pack business. Maybe Cole and Karl should take her…I’ll have them act as guards. She is fucking comfortable with Karl and Cole is one of our elite warriors. Karl will be too, he has fucking potential, but hasn’t reached that point in his training , yet.

    “You know you don’t have to work?” I cock and eyebrow at her as she peeks over her shoulder at me…my hand is still on her waist and I am tempted to pull her against me. 

    “Yes, but Mel and Vic and Tonya and Tabby are all so sweet. I wouldn’t want to leave them hanging. I want to do things the right way, give them time to replace me” she chimes sweetly. She sips her coffee and starts to hum a little, then sings softly, swaying those perfect hips, again “I like pleasure spiked with pain…music is my areo-plane…is my areo-plane!” She is slightly off key, but I know the song and I know what she chose to sing it this morning…She is killing me. 

     Zeke snickers “She’s got your number, bro! My sister is torturing you and don’t pretend that you don’t love every moment of it.” I roll my eyes and grab myself a fucking coffee, eyeing her perfect, round ass and curvy hips as she dances around the fucking kitchen to help Ellie finish making breakfast.

     “Crepes with strawberries, shaved chocolate and whipped cream, dig in, boys!” she chirps as she fixes herself a plate and winks at me before squirting the fucking can of whipped cream directly into her  sexy little mouth. I throb..Fuck! She fucking knows…I see it in her eyes and I want to bend her over this fucking kitchen island and spank her ass until it’s raw then fuck her so hard that she can’t fucking walk. My cock strains in my jeans and I don’t miss her eyes flitting to the fucking bulge as she smirks. She rubs a hand over my bicep as she saunters into the dining room, hips swaying “I hope you enjoy it. This is one of my favorites!” Her eyes flit down again before rising to mine as she licks a little whipped cream off the corner of her mouth. I stay silent as I watch her.

    Zeke shakes his head and loads up his plate before taking his place in the dining room. I take a deep breath and load my plate. “You are quiet today, Alpha,” Ellie chirps. “Kitten, got your tongue?” she giggles. Fuck! Did I use her pet name out loud? I remember calling her ‘princess’ but…I can’t fucking remember.

     We eat breakfast in silence, I savor every delectable bite, but as I am finishing I feel a hand on my thigh, running up it seductively. My eyes snap to her and she leans over as she stands, her hand still on me, fingertips grazing my dick before she runs it up my chest leaning against my ear her whisper barely a breath as she says “show me, tonight!” I feel the rumble of a growl in my chest and I know my eyes flash red, but she isn’t scared. No, the scent of her arousal permeates the air between us.

    “You play with fire, kitten” I grab her wrist “be careful you don’t get burned!”

“What if I want to burn?” she purrs before jogging off.

    “I hate to say this, as her younger brother, but that was fucking hot! You two have serious chemistry!” Zeke exclaims.

    Ellie giggles from the kitchen, but doesn’t say a word as she continues her work. 

   I lead morning training for our younger wolves today. This group is too young to shift, but we start training as soon as they reach school age. They need to be able to defend themselves even before they can shift. The 5 to 7 year olds are a playful group, but most can manage the push ups and jogging I give them to warm up before they start giggling and playing as they sparr…as long as they get the basics down and remember some of this they will be okay. Thadeus takes over for the 8 to 10 year olds then the 11 to 14 year olds. I come back for the toughest group… the 15 to 18 year olds, the younger ones can’t shift yet, the older ones think they know everything…I prove them all wrong when I have fourteen year old Zeke stay behind. He can’t shift yet, but I pair him against one of the strongest 18 year olds and watch Zeke take him down in under 5 minutes. “You don’t have to be able to shift to win! You have to be smart, skilled and most of all well disciplined!” I bark at the group as I see her climbing into the Escalade out of the corner of my eye. Zeke catches the movement of my eyes and smiles. “Zeke here has Alpha blood but even Alphas can fall  especially if they get lazy and when their opponent is smart, skilled and disciplined.”

    “We aren’t all Hybrids like you,” I hear one of the older ones call out and I stalk up to him and push him to the ring.

     “That is irrelevant! If an Alpha is lazy or security is lax even an Omega could take him out if they have the smarts and skills!” I growl “Now  to teach you discipline! Zeke, you will sit on his back and count while he gives us 50 push ups!” Zeke nods and the teen rolls his eyes but gets in position as Zeke sits cross legged on his back counting. I see her glance my way smiling as the Escalade pulls out of the drive and down the street.  I run them through warm ups and drills before breaking for lunch.  

    After lunch I had a fuckload of paperwork to deal with…I sat at the desk that I would soon hand over to my little nymph going through piles of papers. Why the fuck weren’t more of these submitted electronically? 

     It’s dark in the woods behind the packhouse. I’m walking, how did I get here? I think I’m asleep. Am I dreaming? A white wolf with a coat so bright it seems to glow, or maybe it is glowing, stands before me. She turns, peeking over her shoulder, in much the manner Zelle does and she flicks her full tail at me. Is this wolf trying to seduce me? I am drawn to her as she strides deeper into the woods, leading me to a clear pool. She sits and cocks her head at me. “I know you feel the bond. Why don’t you recognize me? She’ll give in before she even knows what it is. I’ll be sure of that. I’m already leading her to you in dreams” she says before I see a flash and picture Azalea’s face…I bolt upright in the chair as a knock sounds on the door.

     “Drake, you’ve been in there since lunch! I’ll help with all those papers tomorrow! Dinner is ready” Zeke calls out. The kid is too smart. He knows I don’t sleep much at night but paperwork always knocks me out.

     “I’m coming!” I grumble as I go to the door. 

Zeke smiles at me, “Dreaming about my sister? Or do I not want to know?” He’s a cocky little bastard, reminds me of myself if I were more cheery.

     “You know I wouldn’t tell you if I was, especially if it was that kind of dream, but not exactly and I don’t usually dream…nightmares that are actually memories are more my thing.” I rasp out. I could use a cigarette, but Zeke’s rules are no cigarettes in the house and especially not the dining room. I could override the kid, but for some reason I listen.

     “ You and Zelle…quite the pair…she was always restless at night, having nightmares about some huge ugly wolf and red eyed creatures ever since we were young, she never told me but sometimes she had a dreamy look when she mentioned the red eyes. Maybe instinctively some part of her knew about you…you have red eyes and would save her, maybe she feels the bond in a way, being drawn to you in her nightmares..” Zeke processes out loud too often and is kind of intriguing me here, but we have reached the dining hall that feels strangely empty though full of werewolves. “Too bad Zelly has to work tonight, It’ll just be us at the Alpha Table.”

   That is why it feels empty…She’s not here. She has only just been here a few days and her presence is so much that without her it feels empty…