His H(a)unted Mate

06. The military man

GARRETT

“Alpha, welcome back!” Mason greeted me, bowing his head respectfully. Many months have passed since I was in the military base, watching over my warriors and taking care of the overall security of the Amaroq kingdom. As a general of King’s army, I felt the necessity to be directly in the terrain rather than hide behind the walls of the military base. I preferred being constantly on the move with the troops, living my life in the temporary camps at the enemy’s borders.

Over the years, many different risks threatened our kingdom. Werebears, Lycans, and rogues. The heated situation between my kind, werebears, and Lycans was the result of my dear mother's tyrant methods. My brother Shane followed her steps at the beginning, ruthlessly invading other realms. But with Hannah by his side, he started to flirt with the idea of establishing peace with the rest of the realms, not just with Yukon. Only time would have shown if he succeeded in his mission.

Rogues seemed to be the new threat coming from the east. They terrorized small villages and killed or kidnapped civilians. We had to prevent all their future attempts. Before it was too late.

“Are William and Brent here as well?” I asked when we headed to one of the administrative facilities used for strategic meetings.

The whole base looked like a town, consisting of various facilities for training, storage, vehicle repair, and weapons production. There were also hospitals and simple houses for a living.

“Yes, Alpha. They are waiting in the conference room.” Mason, William, and Brent were my Betas. I was in charge of six packs in total. It was a lot. I had not taken care of all of them properly. I also had trust issues and, therefore, didn’t have more Betas or Gammas. But I had enough confidence to leave things up to those three, especially Mason.

“Who wants to brief me on the rogue problem?” I jumped directly to the topic when we entered the conference room, William and Brent bowing their heads.

“They seem to be moving in larger groups.” Mason rolled the map of Alaska on the table, adding little red pins to the affected areas. “First attack was in the village which belongs to the Pine Creek pack. Then they moved to the north, to the territory of the Red Claw pack. They massacred three villages. All males and pups got killed. Females were kidnapped. Some were found mutilated and dead in the nearby forest, their limbs torn into pieces or eaten.” Mason paused shortly, digesting the horrible image of the Red Claw m******e. He was the one who visited the pack afterward, investigating the crimes of rogues.

“Do we know who’s controlling them?” I asked. Rogues were feral beasts, incapable of rational thinking. The loss of hierarchy and order turned them into killing machines only. They often fought against each other, so I found it bizarre that they moved in groups. There must have been other species manipulating those brainwashed mutts.

“That’s the disturbing part, Alpha.” Brent coughed nervously. “They have a leader.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. It was unlikely that a rogue would be able to act as an Alpha and lead the group. It would mean to form a pack. No. Something like that was simply impossible.

“Explain.” I challenged Brent’s theory.

“I don’t know how they do it.” He shrugged his shoulders, lowering his gaze. “But we have witnesses.”

“It’s true, Alpha.” William chimed in and stretched his hand on the map. He located another pin on the Crystal Snow pack. It was the biggest pack in the whole Amaroq kingdom. “Rogue activity was spotted on the borders of Crystal Snow pack. They didn’t try to attack though. They only traced the miles of the fenceline, almost as if they were observing and calculating their options. When warriors approached them, they retreated without hesitation. Our men swore they heard a male’s howl which the rogues followed.“

“We think they were trackers or scouts,” Mason added.

“Hardly believable. You must admit how insane it sounds.” I shook my head, glancing at the map. It seemed like rogues traveled fast and their target was the heart of the Amaroq kingdom. The mansion of my brother.

“Alpha, we can’t ignore the facts. They are dangerous. They are being tactical in their moves.” Brent’s voice was laced with concern. If the pattern on the map was correct, the pack of his relatives was the next one to be targeted by our new enemy.

“We need more people in leadership.” My announcement was met with jaw-dropping gazes of three high-ranked wolves. I was an army general for more than eight years, and I never made such a suggestion. But if the suspicions were true, we faced a much bigger problem than my alpha pride and control freak personality.

“The three of you are being promoted to Alpha positions, effective immediately. You may appoint your own Betas. Mason, you will take over Red Claw. They suffered the most. Moreover, the pack is the least protected due to its unfavorable location. There is a high probability that rogues will come back. They are aware of the pack's weaknesses. William, you will take over the Blue Thunder pack on the west. Brent, yours will be the Rocky Springs pack. You will get extra military support to safeguard this pack as it seems to be the next one on the rogues' list. We need two more people who are competent enough to lead a pack. I expect your recommendations by tomorrow morning so that I can personally interview the candidates. They will take over Pine Creek and Silent Cave pack. Crystal Snow remains under my direct command. Don’t forget to notify other Alphas in the Amaroq kingdom. All the packs of our realm need to switch to emergency mode and increase their security measures. The King should return in a couple of days together with our future Queen. After her coronation, the King will give an additional statement. Meeting dismissed.”

I left the conference room and went to my temporary house. It was a very simple living with one bedroom and a small bathroom. I didn’t need anything else. The military base was not a place to create a warm and cozy home.

Exhaustion was an adequate definition for my current state. I have not slept for two days due to my travel from Yukon. Even if I had a chance to fall asleep, I wouldn’t be able to relax. It irritated me that I had to leave her behind.

My mate. I could still feel the taste of her lips. There was something wrong with her. She must have had issues because she joined group therapy. We had that in common. In a certain way, I was also a damaged piece. I didn’t mind. Whatever baggage she carried, I was determined to help her with it.

“What are you doing here?” I burst out angrily when I found a naked female waiting for me in the bed. It was Janet - the local wh0re. We had a couple of them in the military base. Males needed to release steam occasionally and Janet was assigned specifically to me.

“It’s the third week of the month.” She smiled, spreading her legs widely. I’ve seen that pvssy at least a hundred times. She was a skilled wh0re who never objected to any of my requests. I could be harsh. I wasn’t gentle with her most of the time. I fvcked her in a way she couldn’t walk many days after. I often chained or choked her during s*x. Janet liked to be dominated and have her ass whipped. She always crawled back begging for more. Perhaps it was because she was paid to do so. I never bothered to ask. Anyhow, it was the third week of the month and that meant her pleasing me in bed. It was our deal.

“I won’t need your services anymore,” I grunted and walked into the bathroom, washing my face and hands. Janet did not seem to take a hint. She was still in the same place when I returned to the bedroom. She held a whip with leather straps, brushing it all over her breasts. Her other hand was between her thighs, fingering the leaking pvssy. I could smell how horny she was. She whipped her t**s gently, making the pink n*****s harden under the stinging sensation. Normally, it would be enough for my d.ick to rise to its glory and get ready for action. But this time it had zero effects on me. In addition, there was an annoyed wolf in my mind, growling nervously.

“Janet, I don’t like it when I have to repeat myself.” I groaned.

“Will you spank me for being a bad and disobedient girl?” She moaned and pulled out the fingers from her vag, placing them into her mouth and sucking hard.

“Go away!” My temper sparked. My patience reached its limit. I wanted her out of my room. I was done with fvcking random wh0res. I had a mate now. I wanted only her to occupy my bed.

“Did you replace me with some other female? Who is the slut?”

“If you ever call her that again I will rip your head off!” I grabbed her and threw her to the ground. She whimpered in pain. I may have been a little too rough. But I couldn’t help it. Calling my mate a slut turned me into an exploding volcano of wrath.

“Garrett, calm down. She has no idea that you have a mate now.” Torin tried to talk some sense into me. Right. It wasn’t Janet’s fault. She was my fvck buddy for many years.

“I’m so sorry, Alpha. Please don’t punish me.” She cried, holding her left shoulder. It got dislocated due to my violent tossing of her body.

“Get lost. And don’t ever come back to my house.” I huffed in annoyance and did not spare her any further look. She quickly gathered her belongings and left my house.

A sigh of frustration escaped my lips. I should work on my behavior towards women. I would, of course, never harm my mate, but what would she think of me if she knew how I treated my former lovers?

No. I would never cause any physical pain to my sweet angel. That was the old Garrett. After my mother's betrayal, I made a mental promise to myself to change. It was no longer possible to erase the past however, I could make a radical change for the future myself.

I closed my eyes and pictured her in my mind. Her big chocolate eyes. Her plump lips. The little freckle on her nose. I may not have known her name, but I knew it was already written all over my heart. She belonged to me.