Signed,Sealed,Delivered

That would do

**Grey**

                "Alpha?" Alpha Grey Landon looked up at the approaching figure at his doorway. He hated being interrupted while he worked. At some point, Grey had gotten so fed up he'd considered locking the door to his office but had quickly realized that although he hated it, it was a part of his job to be available to his people. He shot a cold look at the intruder in his sanctuary, urging him to get it over with.

"Speak." Grey had always been a man of few words and fewer emotions; his pack knew him as a planner, ambitious by his alpha nature, fair in general disposition but with little patience for superfluous language. He was cut and dry, and he expected all conversations had with him to be just that. John, his gamma, stood stoically before him, willing himself to be the most in control around his picky Alpha.

                "We got a call from the Market. They got a new shipment in, some powerful ones from the northern territories" Grey's dark eyes widened in surprise. The northern territory was a well-defended area full of hundreds of equally strong packs.

             "From the northern territories? How did they manage that."

             "I'm not sure alpha, I can inquire if you'd like."

            " Not necessary, Prepare the car. I want to look over the acquisitions before anyone else gets the chance to" Grey knew better than to linger on questions of morality, not when the future of his pack depended on his acquisition.

                    In a world like his, and he supposed in every world, the strength of any governance came with the ability to sustain itself. His pack had wealth, power, strength. Still, they were missing the one thing that could allow them to grow and move forward: women. There had been a time not too long in the distant past when his kind was less established. Newer packs, newly blessed by the triple goddess and struggling to support themselves, came under the influence of a wayward Alpha whose misogynistic teachings had spread through the land. Disgusted by the idea of weak female wolves that had to be provided for, Those wolves propagated a culture of misogyny and female violence, culminating in the most awful acts. Those packs undertook the appalling act of killing female babies at birth. The women of the pack cried out, their tears mixing in with the blood of their daughters, cursing the men who had done this, who had spilled pure blood, and the goddess seeing how her daughters were hurt, did not turn a blind eye. That horrible period lasted 15 years, during Grey's great grandfather's time. Still, the act had been so horrific the Triple goddess had cursed them with low female birth rates. This sentence was delivered to them by the oracles and would continue until the oracle had told them, 'your great-grandsons head the call and make the right choice.' At least, that's how things were in the southern territory. The Northern territory had suffered in the same manner by all general accounts. Still, they had not chosen to anger the goddess with a sacrifice of her sacred daughters. Instead, they had turned to a culture of devotion to the natural world. The goddess blessed them with a bountiful harvest over many years and no issues of fertility.

                Grey cursed the man who had forced him into this predicament. Cursed him with every fiber of his being for his hand in Grey's ascension to a pack with 400 male wolves and 80 women, not all wolves. Their lack of female wolves had led them to take mates of other species humans, and witches were the most common choice of mate. This was another flagrant disrespect of the goddess. Wolves were meant to take one true mate, their soulmate. Still, the wolves in the southern territory, with no clear indication of finding soulmates, had taken to the practice of chosen mates. These mates were bought from and delivered by rouge couriers into neutral land where the goddess was shielded from seeing their dealings.

Snapping out of his somber thoughts, Grey made his way through the large colonial mansion his pack considered their base of operations. It consisted of 50 bedrooms, nearly as many bathrooms, several offices, recreation rooms, a seldom-used nursery, and a large dining room that sat 200. Most wolves in his pack lived in homes spread throughout sprawling thousand-acre property they owned. Grey made his way to the front, where a line of cars waited for him and the top officials of his pack. A large bus followed closely behind that they would use to transport their newly-acquired precious cargo.

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           The ride to the neutral lands was just over 4 hours. When they arrived, they were greeted by a rogue emissary, an unsavory fellow who led them to a large stone building with Grimey lettering called "The Market '' their own disgusting joke about the goods they sold there. Although this wasn't his first time here, Grey could barely contain his disgust, but his pack needed this, so he trudged forward, following the emissary into the building. The Market's interior was designed like a strip club, a raised stage in the middle of the room with tables all around it so that prospective buyers would sit around the stage and gawk at their future slaves. Usually, The Market would cater to several packs at once, creating bidding wars between wolves trying to get the sexiest women to bed and breed but, they knew this wasn't the Blue moon packs style. They had set up a private audience for Grey and his 20 pack members.

Grey took a seat at the table closest to the front of the stage, eager to get over the most unsavory part of their day. The emissary made his way to the stage reveling in his job as MC and Auctioneer. 

                "Gentleman! today we have a treat for you, a bounty of beautiful fertile women set to help you meet the burning desires you've all come here to quench." He gestured lewdly, pretending to hump the air.

"But these fertile women aren't just anyone. Some are, of course, your garden variety human sexpot or tantalizing witch, but through hard work and painful, painstaking diligence, we've managed to acquire 15 unmated wolf maidens, three of which are the blood moons pack’s Alpha's daughters!" Murmurs began to fill the room. The daughters of a powerful northern alpha would produce powerful wolves. This made Grey sit up straight in his seat, a powerful alpha female to bed and breed he thought, that would do.