Chapter 3

Rhett's POV

I watch her staggering, retracting figure moving away from me, and curl my fingers into fists by my side to stop myself from going after her. Then it occurs to me that I never got her full name. Just Danielle. 

I curse out loud and slide my fingers through my hair that's flying up in all directions due to her running her fingers through it. 

How exactly am I going to find out who she is with just a first name? 

I decide to tackle my issues one at a time. Firstly, I'm going to head back to my pack, find out why I never felt that spark as soon as I first saw her that my father said he felt with my mother. Then I'm going to find out who the fuck she is and head back here to demand my offer in return for the help I gave them. And I already know what that offer is going to be. 

I turn around, heading back into the woods and towards my pack with a newfound set of questions and emotions that I didn't have when I left.

***

THE NEXT DAY

So I was able to find out some things about my fated mate, whom I only know by first name. 

Her full name happens to be Danielle Watson. She's the fucking Luna of ShadowClaw pack and I believe that the husband that had her drunk off her ass would be the George, the Alpha of ShadowClaw Pack and her husband of three years. The bastard has a mistress and from what my informant gathered, she isn't the first mistress that he has been flaunting around his wife since they got married three years ago. 

I also found out why I didn't initially feel any spark with Danielle when we first met and the reason behind it has left me speechless. My mate doesn't have a wolf. It's why my wolf didn't instantly feel the connection with her wolf and recognise her as our fated mate. It's why I couldn't pick up her scent. 

I don't know how she didn't get her wolf when she turned eighteen, and I have run through many ways to change that in my head, but in the end, I have decided that it doesn't matter. She recently turned twenty-three and has never shown any sign of getting her wolf. If he hasn't happened all these while then it probably won't anytime soon. 

A sigh escapes me and I rub my forehead with my fingers, trying to fight back a headache that is gradually building. This new information might have just made my plans a little harder, but I won't let it deter me. I'm going to get my fated mate and bring her to my side even if I'm going to have to insult some pompous Alpha and make myself some new enemies. Not really much difference from my everyday routine.

I mindlink Devon, my Beta, and my most trusted friend, to come up to my office. He arrives a few seconds later and walks into the office without a knock since I basically summoned him here. 

"Alpha, you called for me?" 

I nod my head in response. "Inform ShadowClaw Pack that we are going to be paying a visit to them tomorrow," I tell him. 

"You have decided on what to request?" He asks, and if he had been anyone else, I would have ignored that question, but he happens to be my best friend and right-hand man, so I don't.

"Yeah, I have," I answer with a smirk. 

ShadownClaw Pack isn't going to know what hit them. 

***

THE NEXT DAY

I step foot into the front door leading into the ShadowClaw pack house and the whispers start before I'm even fully inside. I brush them off, more than used to drawing unwanted attention to myself wherever I go. That's what happens when you have been nicknamed the ruthless Alpha King. People tend to always have a lot to say about you. 

I head straight to the meeting room where I met George when he was basically begging me on his knees to lend some of my guards to him. 

Shoving the door open without a customary knock, I find George seated on one of the chairs surrounding the ridiculously large table in the room. He bolts up to his feet when he sees me and rushes over to my side with a huge smile on his face. A smile that I'm so tempted to wipe away with my fist or boot. 

"Alpha King, thank you for your generous help with the rogue attacks that we faced. We never would have been able to defeat them if it weren't for your gracious assistance."

I nearly roll my eyes at his ass kissing. Any lower and he'll be kissing my boot. 

I don't give him a response and walk around him to sit on an empty chair. George drags his ass back to the table and takes the seat opposite mine. He leans forward in his seat, sitting at the very edge of it. "So what do I owe this visit to?" He whispers like we're sharing some confidential secrets.

"It's time for you to pay up your debt," I say blankly, and whatever reminiscence of a smile that was left on his face wipes off. I try not to take too much pleasure in that. 

He swallows loudly and almost looks sick. "What do you want in return?" He asks slowly, scared of what my answer will be. 

I lean back into my sick, enjoying making him squirm. "Firstly, I would like you to call your wife to join us." I spit out the word 'wife' and it leaves a vile taste behind on my tongue. "I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her, and as your Luna, she has every right to be here."

George looks taken aback by my request, and it shows on his face. Then he laughs. "She isn't important and doesn't take any part in the Pack's decisions. We can just have this meeting between us."

The table between us hides my clenched fist. "I want her here," I reinforce just in case he thinks that I was asking a favour.