Now what?

The smell of Death

Alec’s POV:

“Please, Alpha, sir! I- I hadn’t reali-.” He is cut off with my fist connecting with his lip. I do not care whether he ‘realized’ I was there or not. I rightfully claimed Full Moon pack. As a matter of fact this filthy piss drenched crying mess of a man was there to witness it. Goddess, these pack mutts are useless. Truly had it not been for HER, I would’ve slaughtered them all when I defeated Nathan.

***

Sauntering towards his office I’ve passed about 3 dozen wolves, staring at me in curiosity with anxiety lacing their features. Ignoring them all, once I reach his office door I do not knock.

“Please Nathan, Please!” I hear a female voice moan in pleasure as I open the door. Looking straight forwards to his desk I see what appears to be a young girl. Maybe 21, bent over ‘Alpha’ Nathan’s desk. Topless with her legs spread as he clumsily and aggressively thrusts into her.

Leaning against the wall I wait for my presence to be noticed.

“Alpha! oh my Alpha. You’re gonna- AHHH who the f**k is that!?” her seductive statement is cut off when she lifts her eyes only to make eye contact with me. Nathan, the bastard he is, immediately pulls away from the young she wolf like she burnt him.

“You are dismissed.” He says angrily as he faces the wall, away from me, making himself decent. The she wolf stares at him, hurt plastered on her face, before glaring at me and stomping out of the room. Literally, stomping like a toddler. Stupid f*****g Pack Mutts.

“What is the meaning of this? I could have your head served to me on a platter for what you have just done.” He says authoritatively as if that’s supposed to scare me. Stupid rat doesn’t recognize me, perfect.

“Well.. My name is Alec, and I formally challenge you for your Alpha title. I will give you 5 minutes to follow me outside as to avoid any members getting hurt by being in the middle.” I say beginning in a mocking ‘duh’ tone before lowering my tone so he knows my threat is not empty.

***

I am cut from the beautiful memory of almost beating the life out of Nathan Reed by the obnoxious crying of this… thing in front of me.

Sighing I break another finger before I slowly move around his body and put everything I broke back in place. Now three fingers on his left hand, his shoulder, his leg, two of his toes. I take my time slowly dragging each bone back to where it is meant to be so it can heal correctly.

“What is your name pup?” I say emotionlessly.

“Malcom s- AHH!” He answers only to be cut off by a scream ripping through his throat as I relocate his knee cap that I pulled out of socket with my own hands. It took me a while to learn that little trick but once I did it became my favorite form of ‘punishment’.

“Okay, Malcom. I hate you. I hate this pack. I hate every filthy rat dog walking around this pack land. I am only here to get back what was mine to begin with. A little friend I found to be called ‘revenge’ so… Mind your tongue when you are speaking of your Alpha. Or, next time I will rip your heart out and make a machine keep you alive so I can tube feed it to you before letting you die painfully slow and alone. Do you understand me?” I say calmly as I walk very slowly back and forth in front of him, tapping my chin.

“Y-y-ye-eh- ye.” he stutters.

“yeyeyebububtototo, spit it out you worthless fool!” I demand taunting him.

“Yes sir!” He whimpers nodding so quickly and bowing his head in submission I almost got whiplash for him.

“Beautiful.” I state giving him my signature smile as I slowly back away. Cold eyes locking him in place as I take my gloves off.

—-

After leaving the dungeon I cleaned myself up and readied myself for the 5 hour trip to the human city New York. My pack is placed right in Canada. It’s urban, quiet, and covered in trees. Werewolf lottery.

Getting into the Black SUV waiting for me in front of the pack house I pull my computer out of my work bag to search the company one more time. I am the CEO of Wolfinn Corp. To put it in simple words it is a financial institution that assists in the financial stability and development of businesses. Big or small. My company holds a share of about 82% of all New York City companies. However I have been chasing this specific company. They are my biggest competitor. I have been trying to bribe the CEO into selling their company to me but in 3 years I haven’t even been able to get them to open my emails. Let alone get them on the phone.

They too are the CEO of a financial assistance company. However they specialize in negative interest. In a anonymous interview, the CEO stated they obtain so much income from the loans and accounts they have with their clients that monthly a portion of the Company’s profit is donated to the loans of each individual account to assist in paying their loan off. Brilliant f*****g idea, but as big of a company as I hold, even I can admit I’m not that successful.

Continuing to search for anything I can find on the CEO, there is nothing. No name, date of birth, s*x, scandals, nothing. How could someone be so digitally invisible when they own a business?

Practically ripping my hair out I use my hands to brush it out of my face.

“You look tense sir.” my Beta Noel says. Concern and amusement fighting for dominance in his eyes.

“Hey, shut your lips before you lose them.” I say in a light hearted threat. While most would crumble at my feet apologizing my Beta just laughs. We have been friends for decades. He is the one person in this world whose death would bother me. Ironic with how I treat him. Most times it’s like nothing has changed between us. We joke and play and tease. But other times I treat him as an inconvenience. I wish I didn’t but what am I to do? Lie to myself? Pretend everything is okay when it’s not? Yep, we’ve been thick as thieves. Well until it happened. Ever since the… Incident..Everything is harder with your dumb f**k bestfriend behind you. “Actually I take that back” I state chuckling. “You’d probably like that.” I say, teasingly.

“Ugh Alec you know me so well. If only you were-.” He begins in a breathless tone.

“Zip. Zip your lips closed. You horny beast.” I say struggling not to laugh.

“Oh come on Alec, it wouldn’t be the first time.” He says sliding closer to me, dragging his hand from my arm to my chest.

“Noel that was the past. We both know that wasn’t willing.” I state gently.

“At first. But remember you cannot finish without me. So it is very much a choice.” He states seductively before I feel his hand cupping my member through my pants. I almost moan at the contact. We went through a lot in captivity. Forced ‘Breeding’ being one of those things. He liked to see men f**k each other and when I was 19 he forced me to f**k Noel. We grew quite close after that. Seeking each other out when certain needs were wanted to be met. However in the back of an SUV is not the best idea.