The Alpha's Imported Luna

Chapter 5: Before Jamaica

Christopher’s POV

I woke up the next morning around 10:00 a.m. and headed straight to my office. As I approached the door, I saw John already waiting outside.

“Hey, man. I heard you left with Megan last night.”

I shrugged as I stepped inside.

“There’s nothing to talk about. It was just s*x, no strings attached.”

John followed me into the office and took a seat across from my desk.

As I settled into my chair, I brought up the conversation I’d had with Megan the night before.

“She asked me for a job. Is there anything available for her at the head office?”

John raised an eyebrow.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? She’ll be hanging all over you every time you go there.”

“I only visit the office a few times per week. Don’t worry about it. I know how to handle her.”

John rolled his eyes.

“When you two dated, she was obnoxious.”

“Well, we’re not dating now.”

“I hope she knows that.”

“I’ve always made my position clear.”

“Then why not pick some random girl instead? That would keep things simple and avoid confusion.”

I leaned back in my chair.

“I’ve always been clear that I won’t choose anyone as my Luna unless they are my mate.”

“Yeah, but you rotate through the same five or six women. They’re always going to think they have a chance.”

I smirked.

“I prefer that to sleeping with random women I know nothing about.”

John laughed.

“You’ve probably been with fifty women in this pack alone.”

“At least they know they’re not special and don’t expect anything from me,” John grumbled.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

I shook my head.

“Enough. Let’s focus on the plan for the week while I’m gone.”

His expression immediately turned serious.

“First, let’s review the night patrols. The neighboring packs have been experiencing an increase in rogue attacks. We need to make sure we’re fully covered while you’re away.”

“I agree. Keep it quiet that I’m leaving. If the rogues find out the Alpha isn’t here, they might see it as an opportunity.”

“Understood. I’ll keep it between the ranked members.”

John was one of the few people in the pack who could speak so casually with me. The same freedom went both ways. More importantly, he knew exactly when to switch from friend to Beta and conduct himself professionally.

Publicly, he often referred to me as Chris rather than Alpha, but everyone understood that the privilege came from our long friendship. Not many dared to make the same mistake.

A sharp warning struck through the pack link.

Alpha, movement at the western boundary.

I was on my feet immediately.

John’s expression changed as he received the same message.

How many? I asked.

One confirmed. Possibly a scout. The response came instantly.

Sean pushed forward.

Rogue.

John and I left the office without another word.

We crossed the yard at a run, shifting as soon as we reached the tree line. I tore through the forest with John only a few lengths behind.

Have Derek check in with all the patrols.

As Head Warrior, Derek coordinated our warriors and border patrols.

The rogue’s scent was easy to follow.

Blood.

Rotting leaves.

And the sour odour of a wolf who had lived outside pack territory for too long.

We found him near the western marker.

A lean grey wolf stood over one of our younger patrolmen, who was bleeding from a wound across his shoulder.

The rogue raised his head.

His yellow eyes locked onto mine.

Instead of retreating, he lunged.

I met him before he had the chance to change his mind.

Our bodies collided, but the rogue was smaller and weakened by hunger. The impact sent him rolling across the forest floor.

He regained his footing quickly and snapped.

I stepped aside.

The rogue’s jaws closed on empty air.

I caught him by the back of the neck and drove him into the ground, raking my claws across his belly.

He struggled violently beneath me, his claws tearing through the soil before his movements came to a stop.

The entire fight lasted only seconds.

John approached the injured patrolman while I shifted back.

“Can you stand?” he asked.

The young warrior nodded.

“He came out of nowhere.”

I looked down at the dead rogue.

Scouts normally avoided confrontation. What I couldn’t determine was why this one had crossed the boundary at all.

“Search him and the surrounding area,” I ordered. “Find out whether he crossed alone.”

John glanced toward me.

“You think this is connected to the other attacks?”

“I think rogues are becoming bolder.”

Sean stared out through my eyes looking into the trees.

Or someone is sending them.

The thought stayed with me as we returned to the pack house.

I would be leaving for Jamaica soon.

I wondered whether keeping my departure quiet would be enough.

My phone vibrated.

A message from Megan flashed across the screen.

Without even reading it, I ignored it.

*****

Thursday arrived quickly.

I reached the office around nine o’clock that morning and spent the next couple of hours catching up on work. Around eleven, Sophia, the Human Resources Manager, knocked on my door.

“Good morning, Alpha. Megan is here, and I’d like to discuss the available positions before making an offer.”

“Go ahead.”

“We currently have two openings: Operations Executive for the mall division and a Supervisor position within Sales and Marketing.”

I considered both options briefly.

“The Operations Executive role sounds like a better fit based on what you’ve told me about her.”

Sophia nodded.

“That’s what I was thinking as well.”

“Then make the final decision. I trust your judgment.”

“Thank you, Alpha.”

She left just as Cameron appeared at the door.

“Hi, Alpha. Are you busy?”

“Not at all. Come in.”

“I wanted to do a quick run-through of your itinerary for Jamaica.”

“Perfect timing.”

We were halfway through the discussion when a knock sounded on the door.

Before either of us could answer, the door opened, and Megan walked in.

“Hi!” she said brightly. “Thanks for the job. I start on Monday.”

She giggled as she spoke.

Cameron glanced awkwardly between us.

Through the mind link, I told him to step outside for a few minutes. It was obvious I needed to handle this conversation privately.

As soon as he left, Megan walked over and sat on the edge of my desk.

My wolf instantly bristled.

“Megan,” I said calmly, “what exactly do you think is happening here?”

She blinked.

“Um... I was going to ask if we could have lunch together before I leave.”

“What would make you ask that?”

The irritation building inside me wasn’t entirely my own. Sean was pushing forward, and I could feel his displeasure.

This was her first warning.

I intended to make sure she understood it.

“First, nobody sits on my desk except me.”

The firmness in my voice made her immediately slide off it.

“And second, never walk into my office without permission again.”

Her confident smile faltered.

I continued.

“We slept together the other night. That’s all it was. A release. Nothing more.”

“Chris, I...”

I cut her off.

“No. Let me finish.”

The Alpha command laced my voice, making her freeze.

“We are not dating. We are not starting a relationship. What happened between us was a one night stand. Nothing more.”

I held her gaze.

“Are we clear?”

After a long moment, she nodded.

“Yes. We’re clear.”

Without another word, she turned and walked out of the office.

Good.

The instant she left, Sean stirred.

You’re an i***t.

I sighed.

What now? I asked.

One day you’re going to make our mate’s life unnecessarily complicated.

I haven’t even met her yet.

Exactly. And somehow you’re already managing it.

I smirked.

That’s rich coming from the wolf who enjoyed every second of Tuesday night.

Would you have listened if I’d complained?

Probably not.

Exactly, Sean growled.

I chuckled.

Relax. When our mate shows up, everything will be fine. She’ll love us.

You sound far more confident than I feel.

*****

Thursday evening arrived before I was ready. I packed my bags for the trip and decided to take a quick nap before heading to the airport. Our flight was scheduled for early morning, so I planned to wake up at three o’clock.

My ride arrived promptly at 3:30 a.m.

Four of us would be traveling to Jamaica: myself, the Group Human Resources Manager, the Group Sales and Marketing Manager, and my Gamma, Cameron.

When it came to business matters, Cameron was effectively my second-in-command.

This was my typical travel team. Human Resources was usually involved only after a project was complete or during the opening stages, and given the scale of this business and the upcoming launch, their presence was necessary.

All of them were pack members and highly trained. They were capable of protecting themselves if trouble arose, yet experienced enough around humans to blend in seamlessly. They understood both worlds and knew how to navigate them without drawing attention.

We arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare and boarded my private jet shortly afterward.

The flight would take approximately seven hours.

I’d spent the previous few days clearing my desk, both at the company and the pack, so I felt comfortable leaving everything in the capable hands of my team.

We made a brief stop in Denver to refuel before continuing south.

The rest of the journey was uneventful.

By early afternoon, we landed in Jamaica.

With George already on site overseeing preparations, I was confident the weekend would run smoothly.

After arriving at the hotel, we completed check-in surprisingly quickly. I wasn’t sure whether that level of efficiency was standard procedure or if the staff was giving me special treatment because I owned the property.

Either way, I wasn’t complaining.

We were escorted to our rooms so we could rest before the grand opening ceremony later that evening.

The hotel exceeded every expectation.

Five-star luxury didn’t begin to describe it.

The architecture was stunning, the grounds immaculate, and every detail reflected years of planning and investment.

I had invited my parents to the opening, but they were on a three-month cruise and couldn’t make it.

It was disappointing, but I understood.

This resort represented our first expansion into the Caribbean.

I was proud of it.

Actually, proud wasn’t a strong enough word.

Every successful investment strengthened the pack. It created jobs, increased opportunities, and expanded our influence.

Success wasn’t simply about money.

Money meant security.

More resources.

Better training.

Better equipment.

Better weapons if rogues or rival packs ever threatened what was ours.

A successful Alpha ensured the prosperity and safety of his people.

And that’s exactly what I intended to do.

After settling into my suite, I set up my laptop in the work area and reviewed a few reports before the evening’s festivities.

The opening ceremony was still several hours away, but something told me this trip was about to become far more interesting than a simple business venture.