The Alphas Mate ( a world of werewolves short side story)

Another f*****g shirt of my mine was ruined. I’d just had to punish a pack member for almost beating a human man to death for no reason other than he’d been dumped by his girlfriend and needed an outlet for his rage. Josie, my mate, called this my torture room, and well, who the f**k was I kidding of course it was. Washing the blade clean of blood, I set it back down alongside my other instruments of pain and then peeling out of my shirt threw it in the bin. It wasn’t enjoyable when I had to punish a pack member, but it was nescessary if they were to stay in line. The pack feared me because of how cold I could be, but I did care about them, even if they didn’t see it. If I didn’t punish them in this way then they wouldn’t be afraid and the whole pack would become out of control Pretty quickly and probably would end up like Angelo’s pack, raping women and killing for fun and power. Angelo had hurt Josie in the worst way you could hurt a woman, just saying his f*****g name sent rage coursing through me, he was dead, but it still cut me up inside that I hadn’t been there for her, couldn’t save her from what they did to her. I was thirty but thanks to the wolf gene looked around twenty five, I had a mix of dark and light blonde messy tousled looking hair, a muscular body thanks more to my wolf side then any real working out, and gold, almond shaped wolf eyes. At six foot five it didn’t take much to intimidate the pack into behaving, although Josie was adamant I have the most coldest and dangerous look in my eyes when I’m pissed, and believe it’s that look more then my height that has the pack tripping over themselves to move out of my way. I didn’t really give a f**k as long as it got the job done. Although saying that, the females seemed to find it sexy for some f****d up reason. Throwing themselves at me, I mean quite literally, flirting outrageously, or just outright asking me for s*x. Having more wolf in them made them more bold then if they had just been human, and so some would just pretend to be caught naked by me even though we would be in the kitchen and nowhere near a f*****g shower. I didn’t tell Josie any of this even though she’s asked so many times about my past, it was before I knew her and though I had never been interested and tended to just ignore them, or if they got physical, shove them away, I knew she would still become extremely jealous, the wolf in her heightening the feelings of insecurity she already possessed before she turned. I was more wolf than human, unlike the rest of the pack, long story short I had demon blood in me, my demon father, if you could call him that, had a wolf form of his own and every few hundred years would find a female to mate with to produce an offspring who could help him come into our world or some s**t, I didn’t know and I didn’t care. Unfortunately my actual parents were no longer around, they had died trying to protect me as a child from pathetic wannabe werewolf hunters and because of their stupidity about us, my parents had died slow and painfully. The only ones who knew this story were Blaze, my uncle, and Josie.