THE ALPHA'S DEFIANT MATE

Another World

Blood Sky Pack

The grand hall of the Blood Sky Pack’s headquarters was filled with the pack members, guards and various officials. The tensed atmosphere was charged with a sense of anticipation floating in the air.

The door burst open and Alpha Sherlock Nightbane strode in with his steel-grey mullet perfectly styled. His angular face carried an overflowing confidence as his dark eyes scanned the room, as if trying to see if anyone dared to challenge him.

Sherlock’s tall and lean frame was imposing, adding to his powerful presence as he walked with a deliberate aura like a predator. Everyone scurried to the side to let him through, their eyes cast downward in respect.

The silence in the room was too loud as they all waited on the Alpha, who had taken his seat. Some of the pack members bowed their heads or dropped to one knee, acknowledging his dominance, while the officials bowed their heads slightly.

“I trust you are all aware of why we are here.” His voice rang out clearly, dripping with authority. “The recent…. Developments require our attention. I expect your full focus and cooperation.”

His tone brooked no argument, and the room responded with a chorus of nods and murmurs. The rumors of an ancient object being stolen had flown around and the soldiers, under the command of the Beta, had been furiously searching for it.

“While we wait for the report of the Beta, this is a subtle reminder. I do not tolerate any form of disobedience. Anyone who is found guilty will lose their life without mercy.”

At the sound of his words, the hall turned cold. They knew he meant every word coming out of his mouth. He’s someone who would do anything he wants without anyone being able to change his decision.

Beta Rachel entered the hall with the soldiers, escorting the thief they had all been waiting for. His hands were bound behind his back and his head bowed in shame.

“He was caught while trying to flee with it at the Southern border,” she announced, moving to the side after pushing him at Sherlock’s feet

His gaze pinned on the thief from his seat that was mounted on a raised dais. “So, you have been found guilty of stealing the ancient object,” he declared, obviously not a question. “For this treason, I sentence you to… death by hanging.”

A wave of fear shook through the thief’s body. Quickly, he rose to his knees and rubbed his palms together furiously. “Mercy, Alpha! Please have mercy! I was desperate and had no choice!” he begged, but Sherlock’s expression remained the same.

Without any further words from the Alpha, Rachel led the thief away as the pack’s executioner prepared the hangman’s noose. The thief’s cry for mercy echoed through the hall until the sound of the noose tightening his throat silenced him.

“This is an example and warning to every one of you. Don’t do what you will regret.” He added and left for the door.

Immediately he exited, the room was filled with several reactions. It was not new but his wickedness seems to increase with every passing day.

“Luna Selene sent her words. She has arrived her pack successfully,” Beta Rachel informed him as they walked to the main mansion

His response was only a nod. She had spent a few months in the pack for recovery before going back to the pack where her son was the Alpha. She was from Sherlock’s pack and a close relative of the royal family.

“Did you give her everything I instructed? We need to take care of our own even if they no longer live here.” his voice boomed through the passage as Rachel confirmed that everything was prepared according to his instruction.

“What of him? No words?” he asked, brushing his mullet a bit

Rachel was silent for some moment, unsure of how to respond without setting his mood on fire. “He didn’t send any words aside you preparing to host the next Alpha meeting,”

His hand connected with the door beside him. He had expected such reaction but he still couldn’t keep his cool. Damien has never acknowledged him as an in-law. Yes, Damien is the Alpha supreme of all the packs in the Southern Region and he hated that fact.

One would think they would have the best bond but Damien doesn’t want to have anything to do with him even though his mother came from the pack and Sherlock is way older.

“That annoying brat! This is what happens when a young person tastes power. He’s only twenty-five but wouldn’t respect me, who is sixty and old enough to be his father!”

His voice rose in anger, shaking everywhere in the building as his wolf growled out the displeasure. Everyone, including Rachel, kept their distance because they knew he could do anything rash at that moment.

“Don’t let anyone in!” he commanded and flung the door shut,

“Ugh.. I feel like I will die in his hands first,” Rachel sighed, turning to take her leave

She had to take over her father’s position when he died from the war they went to a few years ago. Serving the Alpha was something she never imagined because she believed her father would live longer to serve the old Alpha, who could pass on anytime soon.

Jokes on her, her father died first and the very first day she met with the Alpha, she fainted. The scars around his tough face terrified her to the point she couldn’t look at him in the eyes for years before she finally got used to him.

“What’s the report at the mill? We need to get another supply out before the end of the month.”

Her assistant rushed to her side as they went to the other side of the pack for inspection of other places. “Half of the required amount has been produced but the workload is taking a toll on the workers. We are short of people.”

Her legs halted at his answer. “What do you mean we are short of people? What happened to the slaves that were brought in previously?”

The assistant filled her in on the death of about fifteen of them because they weren’t fed well on the way back to the pack and the stress of the mill was more than what an average person could do.

“The humans?”

“All dead.”

A tired sigh puffed off her lips. “Those worthless creatures, proud for nothing when they die easily like a lamp in the wind.”

She turned to him with her hands resting on the side of her waist. “Make sure you get more people to fill in. Also, increase the working hours of the ones currently in the mill. If we don’t meet the target, your and my necks will grace that noose.”

“I will make sure the target is met, ma’am!” he screamed in horror and rushed towards the mill as Rachel turned the other way.