Alpha's Rebirth Twisted Mate

04

Axel

The blonde collapses on the bed the moment I withdraw from her. I go to the bathroom and immediately jump into the shower to clean of her scent while hoping that she would be gone by the time I was done. The last thing I needed was her thinking she had a claim on me simply because I f****d her. The truth is I don't even know her name, and I didn’t care to.

Most of these women are simply vain, only wanting to be associated with me because of my title. They want the fame and the wealth that would be at their disposal if I were to choose them even if it’s just as a mistress. I do have a mistress back at home but that doesn’t mean that I am exclusive to her. I like to f**k and so does my wolf, apart from fighting it is the only way to use up the pent up energy that comes with having a beast like mine.

I finish up my shower and get out of the bathroom only to find that she was still there. Now that Shadow, my lycan beast was satiated I needed to get some work done. I had been gone to long from my pack and I needed to wrap up my work so I could get back. Her eyes goes to my d**k and I see her lick her lips but she is no longer of use to me and seeing her now just irritates the hell out of me.

“Get. Out”

“What? I thought we could continue and then maybe have dinner together” she says, and this is what I hated and what I try to avoid. At least Katya, my to go f**k buddy, knows the score. That it’s just s*x, we f**k without all that lovey dovey s**t, just two adults satisfying each other’s need without expecting anything in return.

“I don’t like repeating myself” I growl at her. She was getting on my nerves and the fact that she didn’t listen the first time I told her to leave, causes Shadow’s hackles to rise because as the most dominant lycan in the entire werewolf faction, we view this as disrespect and a violation of a direct order.

Sensing the change in the atmosphere she quickly jumps off the bed and gathers her clothes before leaving with her tail tucked between her legs. At least she has some sense in her, unlike some other she wolves I have encountered throughout the years.

Some would say that I am an arrogant bastard, but that’s just the way I am. Why bother beating around the bush? I know what I want, I get what I want and I always make sure to let them know beforehand that it’s nothing more than s*x though it really doesn’t work like that in the end because they still expect s**t from me. I simply enjoy women and they enjoy me, end of story. If that makes me and asshole then so be it.

My door opens and Hunter, my brother and Gamma enters just as I was pulling on a pair of pants. Him, my mother, sister, uncle and Luke my beta, are the only ones who can enter my room as they please. If it were anybody else there would have been hell to pay.

“What did you do to that poor girl?” he asks but I can see the smirk on his face. Hunter knows how I am, everyone close to me does but that doesn’t stop them from wishing that I would find my mate soon. He believes in mates and all that s**t but like I said, I don’t believe in being tied by the balls to one woman. I don’t believe in giving a person so much power over you, power that they can very easily use to destroy you.

I’ve seen how losing a mate destroys a person, how even though they are alive, it’s as if they are half gone, living with only half of their soul. I’ve seen it in the eyes of my mother who’s light dimmed just a little bit when she lost our dad and I am sure if it wasn’t for the fact she had three little children to raise she would have faded away.

I’ve witnessed full grown men becoming shadows of their former selves after losing their mates, some dying after and some losing themselves and going completely feral. So tell me, why the hell would I want that? why would I subject myself to such possibilities? Hunter clearing his voice makes me shake myself from those thoughts and focus on him.

“I did nothing, she went ahead and filled her head with fantasies that will never come true” I tell him while taking a seat at the mini bar that was in my room. Motioning him to join me, I pour our special blend of whisky for him and myself. Perks of being the Alpha king is getting the best of everything and I can’t complain because I am the best of the best so it’s only befitting that I get the very best.

“Karma is a real b***h Axel, and one of these days it will get you” he says just before he drinks the entire content of his glass in one gulp.

“I’d like to see her try” I snicker and glare at him before continuing. “Any findings so far?” I ask him.

We have been in this pack for close to two weeks yet we have found nothing. The pack though small has been receiving constant attacks from an unknown intruder, which has left more than ten wolves dead. The Alpha called for help but so far we haven’t been able to find anything. No scent, no tracks, no trace at all.

There was absolutely nothing that could point us to who or what was behind the killings. I have the best trackers but still even with them we haven’t been able to find anything. We have searched the pack ground, outside the pack grounds, neighboring territories for hide outs but haven’t found a thing. It’s like they are phantoms, appearing out of nowhere, killing then disappearing into thin air without leaving a trace.

According to him most of the dead wolves would be out on patrol or a walk before they disappeared and their pack link cut off, only for their dead bodies to be found near the pack borders. Seven of those dead are women while five are men ranging from ages sixteen to thirty five. The bodies are usually mutilated with visible claw marks making us think whoever was behind these killings was a supernatural.

Given the seriousness of the situation I came immediately accompanied by my top sentinels leaving my beta in charge of my pack hoping we would be able to get to the bottom of it as soon as possible but we have had no success. I am a fair leader and I look after my people and the last thing I need is a psychopath on the loose killing innocents and causing panic and fear all over my kingdom.

“No, we still haven’t found a damn thing, which makes no sense. So far there have been twelve people dead and yet there is nothing to point us to any direction. What bothers me is that there is no scent, how the hell is that even possible?” I don’t answer him, just continue sipping my drink while my brains tries coming up with possible explanations.

“The other thing that is puzzling me is why this pack? It’s really small and doesn’t have a lot of territory for that matter. So why specifically this pack? What is it about it that made it to be targeted?”

My head has been spinning since we came here because things are just not adding up. Like hunter said the pack wasn’t big and it didn’t have a lot of territory hence ruling out the possibility that the motive behind the killings was over territory, which led us back to square one.

The million dollar question being, what was the killer’s motive? Was it that they were after something or is it just a sick person who loves killing and mutilating his/her victims body. None of the two was okay because innocent people were dead and there was no way to console their families. Twelve dead people is a big loss to such a small pack and I could already see the effects it has on not only the pack but also their leader.

As a leader it’s hard seeing the s*******r of you people and not being able to do anything about it which is why I would do everything possible to contain the situation and it started by figuring out what was going on and who was behind the killings.

Both Hunter and I get lost in our thoughts and we were probably thinking the same thing because the situation has us puzzled, never has there ever been such a thing. Yes, packs fight for territories but it has never lead to the death of wolves. Shadow has a feeling that there is more to it, that it’s worse than we think and Shadow has never been wrong.

We are interrupted by an urgent knock on the door. We both sniff the air and then Hunter goes to open it while I remain seated, revealing my head warrior, Mario, who enters and bows before us. By the worried look on his face we can tell that something is wrong.

“What is it?” I ask him, going straight to the point.

“Two bodies have been found about ten minutes ago” he says hesitating a little before continuing “two girls, possible sixteen years old” the anguish in his eyes is clear. If there is something that Mario hates, what we all hate is kids being involved in such senseless killings.

“Where?” I ask him, gritting my teeth against the sudden surge of anger I was feeling.

“Near the pack border, but there is something else you should know” I look at him, waiting for him to tell me.

“The two kids aren’t ours, they are witches” he says making me involuntary release a growl.

“f**k!” I hear Hunter say and damn was he right. If there was anyone as protective of their children as we were it was the witches and this? Given that those children were found near werewolf territory? This could possibly start a war between the two factions.