The Female Alpha (on going)

Chapter 8

Walking back to my office I mind linked Burghart and Leonheart. “Meet me in my office we need to talk.” I cut it off not needing any feedback, I knew they would be there. As I walked into my office my mother greeted me.

            “There you are things must have taken longer than expected.” My mother smiled from the couch she sat on. “How is everything going?” Mom asked.

            “Not great that’s for sure.” I walked over and slumped in the chair behind my desk and kicked my feet up.

            Mom asked; “is there anything I can do to help?”

            I stared at her for a moment; “I found my mate…he is one of the prisoner’s…and he just might be one of the Native American werewolves.”

            Her eye’s wide in disbelief. “Um…I really don’t know how to respond to any of that.”

            “Okay, at least I’m not the only one confused on how to take this. I am waiting for Irmele, Burghart and Leonheart to get here so I can try and figure out how to move forward in this situation.” I paused for a moment, “What the hell mom!” I moved my feet off the desk, sitting up, beginning to feel irritated over the day’s happenings. “Why is this happening? Finding my mate is supposed to be a celebration, not a cluster of confusion.”

            “Oh Hette, I am so sorry,” mom began to get up and head towards me. “I truly have no answers for you, I’ve never heard of something like this happening. I do know you have a great counsel of friends, and we will help you in anyway.”

Just then my friends entered my office. “Make sure the door is shut, I don’t need any of this getting out amongst the pack.” I ordered Irmele who was trailing in last.

            “Burghart please tell me you got something out of the other two knuckle heads?”

            “As a matter of fact, we did alpha. The prisoner that gave us trouble confessed that the attack was a favor to another pack’s alpha. The rogues were promised to live in our territory as a pack, no longer being rogues.” Burghart looked pleased with himself.

            “So, who was behind this?” I asked.

            Burghart lowered his eyes and had a solemn face, “it was Diablolos.”

            Staring at everyone in complete shock; “are you freaking kidding me right now?” I started to lose it. “First, he sends a letter to my father asking for my hand, he then has the audacity to come here and demand it, then you’re telling me he bribed a rogue pack to attack us? Who the hell does he think he is?” Pacing my office fuming, waving my hands like a lunatic as I asked these questions aloud. Everyone staring, mouths gaping open.

            “Hette,” my mother spoke first. “Try to calm yourself. You need to think rationally, and you cannot do that becoming extremely angry. You are alpha you can’t lose it like this.”

            Stopping in the middle of the room to face my mother, hands on my hips. “Mother do you understand what this means?”

            “Yes, in fact I do!” My mother spoke to me sternly snapping me out of my tantrum.

Confusion spread across my face, “what do you mean you understand?”

            “As you just said, a letter was sent to your father. He shared the letter with me. Knowing that Diabolos was asking for your hand and that he was not your fated seemed suspicious. Everyone knows we werewolves are better off waiting for our mates, especially an alpha. It is unheard of that an alpha take a chosen mate. However, without knowing if there was an ulterior motive we had to sit back and wait for things to unfold, as they have started to.”

Crossing my arms over my chest I questioned, “why was this never brought to my attention, did I not have a right to know?”

            “Your father and I felt it was nothing for you to concern yourself with. He was going to travel with you in hopes of finding your mate and then the letter would not be relevant. Unfortunately, with his death I forgot about the letter until now.” My mother walked closer to me placing a hand on my shoulder. “I am sorry you are having to deal with such trials.” She glanced around the room and then back at me. “Remember you have all of us here for support, we will get to the bottom of this.”

She smiled a motherly smile, which completed relaxing me and allowing my brain to stop spinning and think straight.

            “So…let’s talk about this mate of yours locked up in our prison,” as she headed back to sit on the couch.

            Walking over to my desk and slumping down in my chair, “ah yes, back to my jail bird mate. I really don’t know; this is the strangest situation. Don’t get me wrong I want a mate, but he was supposed to be the one to help me lead this pack, not some weakling.”

            Irmele began first, “I think you should give him a chance, he’s so handsome.”

            “Really Irm, handsome! I cannot remove him from his cell and have him become my mate just because he’s handsome.” Rolling my eyes at her.

            “For all you know he was just an innocent bystander, wrong place, wrong time. Besides what if he is of native origin, he could be the last of his kind.” Irmele responded.

            Burghart spoke just then, “I believe Irmele is onto something. We have found no information that he had anything to do with the attack. I was there, he surrendered right away and has been no trouble since. The true criminal is Diabolos and that is where our focus should lie. Alpha I think if you are willing you should give him a chance.”

            “Leonheart, where do you stand in regard to this situation?”

            “Alpha I am with them, he seems to be telling the truth and if you both accept each other as mates our pack will only be stronger for it.”

            Thinking for a bit on what each person said I could not disagree with their logic, “I guess that settles it, let’s release my jail bird mate and see what he’s got.”

            “Hold on,” my mother stood up off the couch stopping all of us in our tracks. “What did Irmele mean about this young man being of native origin?” A quizzical look upon her face.

            “According to him he has been a rogue his whole life and when we took the hood off his head so he could glance at me I noticed his features were not common ones of the werewolf community. Irm and I went to the library and found out that there was never confirmation on what happened to the native werewolves. It did give me a clue to tell if he is. All werewolves are standard, black, grey, white, or a shade of brown. The native werewolves were what the book called sable, a black color with shades of caramel mixed in the coat.” I explained what I had learned to my mother and the other two.

            “How do you intend on finding out?” Irmele inquired eagerly.

            “Easy, I’m going to make him shift, responding to Irmele’s question.

 “Now, go release him and meet me at the training arena with him and we will get our answers.” I commanded my beta and general.

            Looking at my mother, “can we reign check this afternoon for another time?”

            “Yes, now go find out if we are going to have to put together a ceremony,” mother smirked.

I smiled and rolled my eyes. “Okay mom, not too fast.” Grabbing Irmele’s arm, “let’s go find out who this mate of mine is.”

Walking arm in arm with Irmele out to the training field my mind was in a whirl wind of questions.

            “So, do you think he’ll be good in bed?” Irmele broke the silence.

With my mouth gaping open “Irm what the hell!”

            Laughing at my reaction, “you can’t tell me you haven’t wondered. Especially after seeing his face. He looked dreamy and those eyes, goddess I could stare at them all day.”

            “You’re right Irm, his eyes were mesmerizing, but with everything going on I did not think about him intimately.”

            “I don’t know about you, but I cannot wait to see him standing, it was hard to get a good look while he was laying on the table.” Irmele had a mischievous look to her.

            “Right now, all I am concerned with is seeing if this mate of mine is going to be a good thing for the pack or a bad. How can someone who has been a rouge their whole life know anything about running a pack?”

            “Hette, try and have some faith in the goddess, she would not give you a fated mate that was not a good fit.”

Feeling defeated, “I know, I’ll try and take the negative thinking out of it.”

Irmele and I got to the field before the guys. Thankfully, it was an enjoyable day out. Autumn was in full swing, and the temperatures had started dropping low. The grass was still green, but the trees were in full bloom of red, yellow and orange. Besides summer this was my favorite season.

Just then I noticed the three men walking towards us, my mate in between Burghart and Leonheart. Now that he was out of the darkness and in some light, I took a good look at him. He was probably six foot four, his stance was surprisingly superior, and he was lean and well-built, not bulky. I could not get over his long black hair that went to his mid-back. Like me he seemed to have a permanent tan, but his had reddish hues. As they got closer those eyes drew me in, reality fading away.

I was pulled out of my daydream when Fye moved forward with excitement, “mate.” She began chanting in my head. “Fye, control yourself. We need to handle some business first; we can’t just jump into things.” I could feel her disappointment, she did settle, but only a little.

            Unlinking arms with Irmele and standing tall, “You are Siegmund?”

            His eyes glanced around a little, “Yes, but please call me Sig for short.”

            “Okay, Sig…if you are of a roaming rogue pack then who is your family?”

            With a blank expression on his face and his shoulders slightly slumping, “I honestly don’t know. I was found when I was a small child somewhere in the woods around this area. I had come seeking answers but have found none.”

            I glanced at everyone, and they all seemed to have the same quizzical expression on their faces. “I may be able to shed some light on that but later.” I decided enough with the questions for now. “My name is Hette, I am alpha of the Northern Lights pack whos’ territory you are currently on, it seems as though we have been fated by the moon goddess as mates. You have to understand I was not expecting a rouge to be my fated.”

            I could tell he was letting this current information sink in as shock appeared over his face. Then his eyes drifted down to the ground and whispered, but luckily my werewolf hearing picked it up, “I suppose you will reject me.”

            Feeling Fye sadden she began to whine. “No, Sig. At least not now. I do not play with the fates, but I hope you understand I have an entire pack to think about so, I will not make this decision lightly. I hope for now you can accept that you will have a room in the packhouse while I get to know you. Is that acceptable to you and can you keep your wolf in check?”

            Sigs’ eyes glanced up from the ground contacting mine, a look of relief plastered on his face, “Yes, I accept the terms.”

            “I trust you will be on your best behavior at all times, do not give me a reason to lock you back up.” I stated sternly.

            “Absolutely, I will not step one foot or paw out of line.” As Sig spoke a smile appeared across his face and that dazzling dimple appeared again.

            “Leonheart you are free to resume your duties. Burghart have a guest room prepared. Irmele, would you mind going to my office and completing anything within your power.” Giving all three something to do.

 Leonheart and Burghart nodded their heads and headed out to their respected duties. Irmele responded, “yes Hette and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” And gave me a wink before heading back to the packhouse.

I just shook my head, and I didn’t have a mirror, but I think I was blushing.

            “Okay Sig now that they’re gone, shift.” I spoke to him with a no-nonsense tone.

            “Why do I need to shift?” Sig questioned.

            “After seeing you the first time I had some questions about your origins, you are different. I went to our library and did a little research; my question will be answered once I meet your wolf.”

            With hesitation in his voice, “okay.”

He began stripping down to his birthday suit, thankfully being a werewolf nudity was not an issue for us. Half the kids in the pack run around naked and even some of the adults still do. We tend to not need as many new clothes if we are already naked and need to shift on the fly.

However, I couldn’t help noticing his defined body. It was like a chiseled marble masterpiece. I could feel saliva building as I glanced at the definition in his abs and then my eyes reached it, wow! It was all I could think, until, crap stop staring I thought to myself. Great if he caught me, he's going to think I’m a total pervert.

            Sig looked at me one more time, thankfully he didn’t notice, “my wolfs name is Joel, I have explained to him that we need to take things slow and to be on his best behavior.”

            “Joel that is a nice name and thank you for explaining things to him.” That was close, this may be harder than I anticipated.  

I stood back giving Sig room to shift. Watching as the bones dislocated and moved into the proper position to take on the wolf form. It was when the fur began to grow that made me freeze. Black fur was the dominate color, but there was the caramel color as well. This was no color I had ever seen before. His face black, but with a touch of caramel around the eyes and on top of it his eye color did not change, they stood out making his wolf look like a force to be reckoned with. His paws light brown with the only way to describe it was black racing stripes moving from three of the toes up. He was stunning and it was true, he is a sable confirming his native roots.

Then I noticed his size, he was exceptionally large. This was certainly not your average wolf. The wolf now complete of his transformation laid down, and then lowered his head, giving me authority over him. I smiled and greeted him, “hello Joel, it is a pleasure to meet you. I must say you are stunning.” With that Joel gave a wolfish grin and then rolled over on his back. I stepped closer and began rubbing his belly. Fye was ecstatic to be so close to her mate.

            “Joel, Fye is happy you are here and can not wait to meet you personally.”

I stopped rubbing his belly and thought on how to continue. The only way to get to know someone is spending time with them. So, I decided to shift myself.

            “Joel, give me a moment I am going to shift.”

            Then speaking to Fye, “okay, lead him to the lake and no funny business.” Fye nodded her head in agreement.

I began to remove my clothing and allowed Fye to take over. Once Fye had fully taken over and the shift complete I looked to see Joel was just staring at us tongue hanging out. He stood up and I noticed we were approximately the same height. Being a male, he was bulkier than me, while I was lean and sleek. Since we were not mated, we had no way to communicate except in wolf body language. Fye walked around him, seeming to take him all in, then nodded her head in the direction of the lake and took off running.

Joel coming out of a daze realized what was happening and jumped into action following us. Fye weaved in and out of the tree line, but always making sure to keep ahead. She really seemed to be enjoying herself. I swear she was testing his abilities. Whether he was holding back or not I didn’t know. Those questions will be answered in morning training.

We arrived at the lake, Fye and Joel lapped up some water and then laid down. Joel tried to nuzzle her, but Fye pulled away. I could tell she didn’t want to, but caution needed to be kept.  They laid in the grass next to the lake soaking up the sun rays. A peaceful calm between the two. It felt nice for the first time since my fathers’ passing, I felt relaxed and at peace with the world. The mate bond was at work, pulling us together.