Alpha's sweet obsession

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Zachary POV

I am the Alpha’s son, and with that come great expectations of me, and they judged everything I say and do. I am used to being scrutinized from childhood, and it always rubbed me the wrong way and made me a spoiled brat. With that being said, I do what I want and not what I should, and I get away with almost anything being the Alpha’s son and all. The older I got, the more I lacked empathy, and the more I became ferocious.

Werewolves find their mates on their 18th birthday, or after. Most of us find our mate before our 21st birthday. I am 26 years old, and I haven’t found mine yet. I searched persistently for the first few years for her and had hoped to find her. Back then, I was a better man; I don’t delude myself into thinking of myself as a good man, just better than I am now.

I’ve been restless for years now, and to kill the loneliness and emptiness I have had since my 20th birthday, I lived a life with work every day and at night different women each night. It works as a distraction just at the moment. The emptiness is killing us slowly. My wolf, Ash, is on the brink of going mad with desolation. Wolves are not meant to be alone; we have a mate that is the soulmate that is only fated for us. The one that is destined to be with you. I can’t find her. I now believe that the Moon goddess deemed me unworthy of a mate, and I am mate-less.

I’ve been thinking of choosing a Mate and Luna for the pack for a while, and I also know in my heart that it would be wrong to my real mate that is out there somewhere. I believe I am mate-less but still hold a grain of hope that I have a mate I have yet to find.

It’s my real mate that I need.

I am good-looking with a fit body and I can have any woman I desire, but not many of the wolves in my pack would want to be my mate. They know I’m notorious for one-night-stands, and I never sleep with a woman twice. Who can blame the beautiful women in my pack that they don’t want to mate with me? I know they all think I would continue to bed any woman in arm’s reach. And they are right too. I would continue until I find my true mate. My wish is for my future mate to not know about my reputation and all my one-nightstands, but even I know at some point I would need to come clean about that even if I don’t like that idea. I don’t really feel much regret either since it has been my way of coping with not finding HER, and I can’t say I care that much what other people or wolves think of me or my choices. I have never cared what other people think of me.

If I found my mate, only her opinion matters.

Humans would compare a mate to a soulmate, but the big difference is that wolves mate for life, and it’s the one true love of your life. It’s nothing like it, the most profound connection imaginable; you connect body, mind, and soul. That is my longing, my torture, and the source of my restlessness. I have searched everywhere for her, and it’s driving my wolf, Ash, and me crazy. Without her, life is empty and isn’t worth living. Wolves aren’t made to be alone.

I never really cared for humans. For the pack’s survival, we have companies in human society and even the books business with some illegal stuff that is beneficial for the pack. I strongly believe in combining our heritage of werewolves with 21st-century weapons. The way of the wolf is fighting and killing fiercely and savagely in animal form, but if we want to survive, we too have to adapt to the times and sometimes use weapons just like humans. We have them, but don’t use them that often. The first choice is always to fight in wolf form; we take to weapons when it is not advantageous to fight like wolves.

My best friend, Marc, is 25 years old and is more like a brother than a friend. When I take over as Alpha of my pack, he will be my beta. He’s my trusted second in command in the off-the-books businesses we have. My sister Jess is Marc’s mate and my second in command in our family business, Shaw Architecture and Construction, where I am the CEO.

I grow up in a werewolf pack, and my father, Jack, is the Alpha.

The illegal business I usually let my beta Marc and his brother Lance, that is 23 years old, take care of, but sometimes my presence is needed. We got plenty of humans working in that business and a few wolves. I would say it’s not the best idea to mix the races, but so far, it works. It’s great that the brothers can manage that business so well that I can put my time into my position as the CEO of the family company, and there I have my sister, Jessica, who also goes by Jess; she’s 23 years old. Marc also helps at the company when he has the time. Jess is very good at what she does, and sometimes we have our little brother helping us too, Anthony, that we call Tony; he’s 19 years old and still in school. The lucky bastard recently found his mate, who is my betas little sister Tara, a year younger than him.

Today is that kind of day that my beta would call me grumpy pants; I’ve been on edge since I woke up; I don’t know why, but something is off, and I can’t seem to place what it is. To make matters worse, my phone rings, and I see that it’s Marc; what the f**k is wrong now... I answered the call: “What’s up?”

I just heard Marc breathing heavily and finally say that someone snatched our shipment of guns that was for the pack. I roar: “Who the f**k is that stupid?“

I’m thinking, Who wants to die at my hands? Good! Been a while since my last kill, and I’ll take great pleasure in the killing.

I tell Marc to hunt down the stupid bastard. I lean back in my comfy office chair and daydream of the torture and killing of the stupid people daring the steal from me. Me, of all people. They must really be stupid. I have a terrible reputation in business, but that is for being ruthless in business and unforgiving of mistakes. I enjoy punishing when needed.

There are plenty of people that fear just hearing my name. Then there are many rumors about me because of how merciless I am. I’m the demon of hell, and I’m a heartless monster or the one that says I’m a feral wolf killing machine.

It felt like it was 5 minutes since Marc called, but as I looked at the clock, I saw an hour had passed when the phone went off again. It’s Marc. I hope he found my prey. I answer the phone, and yes, Marc tells me they know who did it, but they can’t find him; he has gone in hiding but asked if I’d like them to grab the baby sis of the asshole that stole from me.

I tell Marc, sure, maybe we can use her to get to that asshole. I headed to my car and drive to the warehouse where they’ll put up the girl. Which is the warehouse we have for our off-the-books business. I can’t decide what to do with her yet. Sure, her only crime, as far as I know, is that she has an asshole for a brother.

I see Lance carrying her in and putting her in an interrogating room as I sit in the distance and sip on my coffee. I need a clear and level head to deal with this s**t, and I can’t seem to get there. I’ll grab a glass of whiskey and take out my pack of cigarettes, head outside for a smoke and see if it can clear my head while Lance monitors the girl.

They told me she was very young, not a child, but young,

“s**t, I do not need this crap. f**k, I don’t feel like dealing with a little princess that won’t be of any use to me. I mean, how could a baby girl be of use to an Alpha to be like me? I’m a f*****g prick, and she’s little miss innocent. I bet she knows nothing, anyway.”

I’m heading in after my smoke and drink. As I’m going in and opening the door to the confinement where we keep my baby girl. s**t, why does my mind call her all those sweet names? That’s not me and defiantly not my wolf’s thing to be sweet. I’m more of a prick, a bastard with a streak of ruthlessness, and so is my wolf, if not worse. Ash, my wolf, is abominable when hunting prey, an asshole that enjoys his hunts and killing.

He is a malicious and crude wolf. We are a splendid pair, so alike…

It’s gagging to think that I’m acting like a lovesick puppy. The smell that hit my nostrils was so delicious! What is that? Vanilla and caramel. She smells so sweet, sweet as candy.

Wow, that must be my girl’s scent.

It’s really is killing my wolf Ash and me. I need to touch her.

Ash is howling and jumps around in my mind: That is our sweet baby girl. Our lovely luscious mate! Let’s taste her, let’s see if she is as sweet as she looks!

Now I’m confused as hell. What the f**k is the matter, Ash! You bloody pup! We have never found her before, and you mean she is our mate? That can’t be.

I walk in leaning against the wall and watching the girl that is bound and gagged, something unfamiliar striking my cold none, existing heart; what is that? It’s hurt. It breaks my heart to see her bound and gagged. I can’t even see her face, just see some lush curves of that glorious body of hers. Her great long legs and that plump ass and those ripe t**s and body altogether are just voluptuous. As I’m watching her, my body is reacting to what I see, and I feel my pants are too tight, too f*****g tight to fit my rock hard c**k. It’s been a long since my c**k has been this hard with just watching and no touching. I’m just looking without even seeing the whole body, and she isn’t even showing any skin, and I haven’t even put my hands or lips on her, but I would love to do just that.

Ash: “I would love to play with her; I’d love to teach her how to love and how to f**k. I need to taste that sweetness! Let me have a taste of her deliciousness…”

Zach: My ferocious wolf seems to turn into a bloody puppy at the sight of our girl. She just doesn’t know yet that she is ours, and she will only be ours.

FUCK, I’m in deep s**t. What’s up with me? I’m just leaning still against the wall, watching and thinking of all the dirty and naughty things I want to do with that incredible body. My wolf Ash doesn’t shut up; he keeps pestering me how much he wants his baby girl, his princess, and his precious. Now I know for sure I’m in deep s**t. She is definitely my mate? What is she? I can’t feel a wolf in her, but Ash wants her, and he doesn’t care if she has a wolf or not. That poor girl doesn’t deserve a bastard like me or a naughty, crazed wolf like Ash. She deserves so much more. I already know no matter what, my wolf nor I will ever let her go. She is mine to keep her and I can’t live without her. She has to be mine. I’ll do whatever it takes to have her and to make her love me and only love me and no one else. I know; I’m a possessive bastard. I’m so mad at myself. What have I’ve done? I hope I haven’t ruined it all. My past, my reputation as a man-w***e. That I was until I laid my eyes on her, that is over now!

Can she ever accept me as I am and what I was till the minute my eyes came upon her, my precious little sweet baby?

Still just standing and leaning against the wall and waiting for her to come too. What will I say? What should I do? No one but her can ever make me care. I’d wish I was different for her. No matter how I put into words what an ass I am. I know it will hurt her, and if she doesn’t want me, it’ll hurt me even more. I go to any lengths to keep her. Just as I’m thinking of my baby girl and our near future, Marc interrupts my thoughts and tells me our men just found her useless brother. I don’t know if I should be thankful or hate the bastard, why you might ask? Well, if not for the asshole, I would not have met her. There he goes again, interrupting my thoughts, damn it, Marc.

I look at him annoyed and answer him.

Zach: “Yes, for the f**k's sake, bring him in! What the f**k did you think? “

It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll get back to you when you are awake, as I think that I can’t keep the smile off my face.

I tell Lance to untie her and watch my baby closely. I tell him to get her another room with a bed so she’s comfortable and makes sure she’s well taken care of. Before I leave, I turn and say,

“Lance, make sure she gets something to eat when she wakes up, and don’t you dare to hurt my girl.”

Just as the words leave my mouth, I see the funny expression on Lance’s face, but he wouldn’t dare to go against my order or even say anything.