Alpha's

Sweet Suicide

The raid on three of the Clubs in the ring was impressive. The tactical response units swooped down and cleaned up. The appropriate arrests and the right girls were rescued. 

One of the things that the ring used to its advantage was that half the labor or more was always legitimate as in, legal age, willing girls, appropriate age staff, super legal papers. In essence, every club had it's above-board activities.  And then there was the other half of the business wherein it was all about the money and making it clean through the use of extra body energy which was always just below the radar.

Girls were a hot commodity and the ring wasn't losing out on profits due to scruples. Not everyone ran clubs as clean as Tony's. Tony was the vanilla boss. 

In the raids, only one of Tony's clubs were raided. Ironically, when the evidence was sifted there were only two real trails of evidence left behind and that was only on the money laundering side of things. Somehow, although some girls were saved, Tony and his hostess were missing from the night's action. 

It was bittersweet for Jerome because over 100 girls were found, rescued and of them, almost 50 percent were willing to testify meaning they had hardcore evidence. The team was elated because it was the biggest and most successful sting and it had gone down like clockwork. When all the work was done and all evidence had been catalogued the team went to the base and everyone was clapping Jerome on his back congratulating him for running a team with Swiss precision.

Pieter watched his Alpha feeling that things were about to go down in a bad way. The warriors from their pack looked disgruntled. They knew the future Alpha had wanted to get his mate and they couldn't quite join in the celebrations. They hung back as the others went to the Rec Room for celebration. 

Jerome looked up. Only his pack members were out on the grounds with him. He looked at them confused. 

"You guys were great. You did me and our pack proud. Go on in and celebrate the victory. We'll regroup at 10h00 to go over the next phase." Jerome smiled gently at his team. They all didn't move.

"Alpha...we're sorry we failed you in getting the Luna out of this mess." One of them spoke up before Pieter could tell them to go.

Jerome's eyebrows drew towards the center of his forehead. "You were amazing. You did exactly what I told you to do. No one has ever been able to pull off what we did today. I will report back to the Alpha of your heroic efforts."

Jerome turned to two of the men, "Geldenhuys and James, you were fantastic in decoding the Silver Fox's central IT hub and getting the data off without triggering the other clubs. That data retrieval was epic."

The two men, one a dreadlocked blond and the other a striking blasian of Arabic descent smiled and puffed their chests in pride at being validated in public by their Alpha. They thanked him and told him they would bring their future luna home soon. Jerome told them he had confidence in their skills and clapped them on the back before pushing them towards the Rec Room.

Jerome turned to two of the female warriors. He grinned, "You two were badass. Those girls will always know that women can be powerful and effect good change. It's a privilege to work with two efficient warriors like yourselves. Go on, have a little fun tonight you earned it." He shook their hands and pushed them to the Rec Room. 

He looked at the remaining group. "I'm damn proud of your extraction tonight. It was delicate and the minimal casualty was like a dream. I don't know how you managed it but it's very well done." He called each warrior by name and mentioned one or two things he had noted of their performance and sent them to the Rec Room.

When he turned to Pieter he saw his best friend on his knees in supplication. Jerome put his hand on his friend's shoulder and pulled him up. Pieter fell to his knees feeling Jerome's anger.

"I'm sorry Ro. I f*****g failed you. I swear on my life-"

"Hey! Your ass needs to be alive to keep my wife from unwittingly getting men murdered in the future. You're not dying on this or any other mission. DW, you're my day one. I would have never pulled off such a massive tactical victory without you." Jerome made Pieter look him in the eye. He pulled him up. "f**k it, DW we set a new standard. And we successfully pulled off not one, not two but three successful extractions and raids. Don't give me this s**t about failing me." Jerome sternly told his best friend.

"Ro, all of that doesn't mean a damn thing when the only thing you need I failed to help you get," Pieter growled. What was wrong with this pup?

"You growling at me right now bruv?" Jerome asked with a wicked grin. "Where I'm from that's a f*****g challenge."

Pieter growled. "Why can't you just accept my f*****g apology?"

Jerome c****d his head to the side, "There it is again. Alright, c'mon on then, Beta De Wit," he spat out the name. "Challenge f*****g accepted. I've had enough of your know-best attitude." 

Pieter grinned. "Well then, come on then pup. Show me what you got." He took off his shirt. His muscles rippled under the moon.

Jerome flexed his neck and took off his shirt. The tattoo on his chest danced under the moonlight. They circled each other. 

The moon hid behind a cloud and rain began to fall. Thunder rolled in the distance and a responding flash of lightening lit their battlefield briefly. Jerome was mad and unhappy, he had no intention of holding back.

Pieter felt a flow of power from his Alpha and knew that this fight was going to be on an even playing field. The power was heady and it took him a moment to get over the drunk feeling it gave him. As he thought over how their plan had been executed he got even angrier. Everything had gone perfectly except getting Gaby out of the situation. 

Pieter felt disgusted with himself. He should have predicted it. They'd even been so bold as to hit three Clubs to avoid this failure and it hadn't been enough. His faith in his abilities was dented severely and he knew no matter how successful this mission was to anyone outside Jerome's inner circle, it was a group failure. He had failed his alpha. 

Pieter saw Jerome lunge for him and did the same. They fought throughout the thunderstorm as if they hated each other. Both fought to kill and continued to fight even after they gained an audience as the dawn threatened to come.

The team watched in horror as the two warriors went at it with ferocity. This wasn't the usual spar between brothers this was a fight to the death. For those who could hear and truly see what was happening, the two warriors were the storm. Their blows were like thunderclaps and their growls were like ground-shaking thunder. 

Commander Weiss was woken from his short nap to find Jerome and Pieter on the edge of feral. The training field where they normally held training exercises was under heavy rain and while there were dark clouds in the distance, these clouds were different. The air was cooler on the field than anywhere else on the base, considering it was nearly sunrise it was off.

Frank Weiss had never witnessed Jerome in his truest form. Jerome was constantly holding back from his first fight at age seven to now. He had always wondered why and now he was beginning to understand. The storm was Jerome and Pieter, Pieter was fighting as hard as Jerome and yet keeping up. There was a constant flow of power like two ends of a battery and it kept the storm charged.

Frank Weiss knew that the boys would stop before anyone else figured out what they were doing. He just couldn't understand how someone so young was able and willing to be responsible for so much power. His second in command swore as he rushed onto the field. Weiss held him back as he was about to stop the two young men.

Both Pieter and Jerome had their hands around each other's throats. Neither was giving up and both of them looked like they were about to pass out. Commander Weiss' voice rang out onto the field, "Enough!" and just like that the two young men collapsed on their knees gasping for air. 

Pieter looked at Jerome who was bloody battered and bruised from his head down to his toes. If their mothers were here they would be in so much trouble. He was grateful Gaby couldn't see Jerome or Pieter would be begging for forgiveness. Although he didn't want to admit it he felt a lot better being able to beat the s**t out of someone to get out his pent up frustration.

He knew he looked a frightful mess. When Jerome looked at him and grimaced he knew he looked like s**t. Jerome stood up and helped him off the ground. They stumbled to the infirmary like drunken sailors.

"What the hell just happened?" One of the other team members asked.

"The boss just showed how unhappy he really was about last night's raid to the one person he entrusted to get it right." One of the warriors from his pack said sighing.

A girl frowned as the clouds dispersed and the sun began to rise. "Wait, didn't he congratulate us all for a job well done?" 

"We did what we were supposed to do. He congratulated us for getting what he told us to do right." Another warrior pointed out. 

"So why are they walking to the infirmary like buddies then?" The girl asked.

"The message has been received. Alph- I mean Mr. Wilder doesn't go beyond the point unless that was his intention in the first place. When Commander Weiss told them to stop it was already over." The dreadlocked blond shrugged. "Let's hit the sack guys. 10h00 both of those beasts will be ready to start the day as if they didn't beat the crap out of each other for three hours in freezing rain."

The crowd dispersed and everyone headed to their dorms. Everyone was still talking about the battle between the two best friends who had yet to disagree on anything since their arrival. Eventually, everyone settled down and passed out from the night's work and celebrations.

In the infirmary, Jerome and Pieter lay in side by side beds getting attended to by nurses. Jerome had his eyes closed and his perceptions open as he was being tended to. The nurse brushed against his groin as she cleaned a wound on his upper thigh. 

"Nurse, please don't sexually assault him. His mate is hella fierce and she reads his mind like her favorite book." Pieter groaned as he felt Jerome flinch back.

The brunette nurse blushed and apologized. It was a blessing and a curse to work on the base because a lot of the warriors had amazing bodies. Jerome Wilder had one of the most amazing bodies and he was always friendly. She'd actually hoped he was sleeping. 

Both Pieter and Jerome were stripped down to their boxers as their wounds were tended to. Pieter had a cute dreadlocked nurse who peeped at him through her eyelashes. Her chocolate brown eyes had the perfect frame from the lashes and her thick eyebrows. Her nurses uniform wasn't short it fell just above her knees and he was sure it was because she had curves that forced the uniform above her knees. 

Pieter thanked the Goddess for her creations and watched as she nervously tended to his cuts on his upper thighs. Her hand gripped his hip to clean one that was very close to the hem of his boxers and his thigh flexed. Pieter lay back and watched her through his lashes.

She seemed upset as she tended his wounds and he found it amusing but curious at the same time. She muttered something about testosterone and men as she cleaned his wounds on his abs. Her eyes flitted to his tattoos and he raised his arms above his head groaning as the pull from his ribs told him that hadn't been the wisest move.

Jerome started laughing. That drew the pretty little nurse's attention to Jerome. She thought he was having a mental breakdown and tried to get the attention of another nurse.

"What's your name nurse?" Jerome asked as he watched Pieter get his wounds tended. Jerome's nurse had since left.

"Michaela, sir."

"Why are you mad at Pieter, Michaela?" Jerome asked smugly.

She swung around and looked at Jerome. Her eyes flashed with fire. "Who willingly goes to commit suicide by fighting with you when you're fully in control? He could have gotten himself killed but nooo, he's the big bad beta who stupidly thinks its a great idea to fight his alpha who has literally taught every other future alpha on this base that he's not to be messed with?!!" Her hands moved wildly about as she pointed between the two and her neatly pulled back locks bounced with the energy.

"I mean, it's not like he has a mate who might actually want his ass alive!" The girl's nose scrunched up and she looked up at the ceiling trying to get hold of her emotion. 

Jerome stole a glance at Pieter whose eyes were wide as saucers. He was subtly sniffing the air and he looked confused. Pieter looked upset at the fact that Michaela was upset but he couldn't explain why.

"Michaela, why is your scent hidden?" Pieter asked gently.

"So that we don't put the wolves who need care under more stress by having their mate pass by with the scent, blood or body fluids of other males on them. Can you imagine waking up from a coma and your sweet mate's scent is covered by another man's? You would go nuts. While all the warriors are not necessarily betas and alphas they're more in tune with their wolf-nature than the average Joe." She shrugged.

Pieter looked at her. His True Nature was threatening to come out and he suspected his Alpha had figured out that this adorable, chocolate, dreaded goddess was his. He couldn't believe that he'd finally found her. She was a perfect femme.

"Michaela, where is your mate?" Pieter asked.

She bit her bottom lip and looked sad. "In hospital."

"Why?" Pieter asked staring at her.

She looked him straight in the eye. "He was in a fight." Her right brow shot up. 

"Who is your mate Michaela?" Pieter asked his voice deepening.

Fear fleetingly passed across her features. She looked at him and smiled. "Pieter De Wit"

Pieter grinned. "What pack does he belong to and what is his rank?" 

"Bluemoon," she looked at Jerome and sent him a plea. Jerome smirked. She looked back at Pieter. "I think he's an enforcer or a warrior."

Pieter grinned. His eyes went over her once more. "So f*****g lucky."

Her eyes widened. "Really? I hear everyone in Bluemoon is beyond gorgeous and on the verge of royalty. Almost everyone is light-skinned and has amazing hair and-"

"Have you seen my Alpha?"

"You mean your amazing gorgeous Alpha who has virtually every female mated or not looking cute just in case he gets hurt on their shift?" Michaela snapped.

Jerome popped his imaginary collar behind Michaela and flexed his biceps. Two nurses passing the door walked straight into each other and another doctor walked into the wall. Pieter scowled.

"Are you crushing on my Alpha as well?" He asked lightly.

"He's gorgeous but I think my mate is a sexy beast besides...the rumour is the future alpha's my biggest competition for my mate's attention so he's not so good looking when his mug gets more face time with my mate than I do."

Pieter nodded. I think I'm in love, Boss. I'm not sure I'm healing as fast as I should though...everything hurts.

Jerome grinned. Congrats bruv, she's amazing. Why don't you take this morning's session off so you can properly meet with your mate when her shift ends? Don't make me make it into an order.

Ro, I can't leave you now. 

"Okay, you two. Cut it out. I'm right here." Michaela snapped at them both. 

Jerome swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood. "I'm going to go catch a nap before the next briefing."

"Hold it Alpha, you're not turning my hospital into a mass of fainted nurses and doctors. I'll get someone to bring you clothes." Michaela ordered pointing back at the bed.

Pieter smiled. "Okay boss, lemme go get your clothes and then we can go."

Michaela narrowed her eyes at him. "You are not flashing my goods in this hospital either. I don't care if I have to make you wear my clothes you are not leaving here in your boxers."

Pieter grinned. "Yes ma'am."

"Get under the covers and I'll get gowns brought to you while we arrange for clothes," Michaela told them both.