Alpha's Prey

Chapter 2 kieran Orion

The night was quiet when I arrived at the shore. Even the sea was as peaceful as a baby's sleep. I’d

offloaded the package I'd been sent to deliver, waved goodbye to the captain, and began the long

journey into town. I couldn't tell where, but the scent of blood seemed to linger in the air as I trudged

through the forest.

Assemblyman Chow had paid in full, so my bank accounts were dripping with fatness. I was a

businessman after all, why would I care what it was I was delivering?

The only pain in the butt was that I had to walk thirty minutes through the thick forest to the foot of

the mountain, where a black taxi was waiting. How were they inhospitable here?

"Damn, that was a long walk. You should've at least waited halfway for me." I started, as I slumped

into the car, and rested my lazy butts on the soft leather seat.

"I can't do that, Sir. I only do as instructed." The driver answered absentmindedly, turning to me in the

passenger's seat. "You're the smuggler? I'll take it from here."

I handed him the package, but sat back in the car. I couldn't step out, it was late and I needed to drive

into town to rest for the night.

"What now?" He asked, with a funky accent and an unfriendly expression.Every other pack I visited treated me like a king, but not Cold crescent. They were as cold as their

name. The man at the sea had been impatient, and this one was no different.

"Take me to town. I'll pay." I replied, returning his energy.

The man considered me for a while before accepting my offer. And I, on the other hand, took some

minutes to study the man behind the wheels.

He didn't look dangerous, which was why they chose him. From my years of living dangerously, I

could spot a serial killer from a talker, and that's because I interacted with a lot of people.

The driver was a stout man with bushy beards and a big stomach. That, I could discern, was from

years of feasting on junks. I've been there, I mean, I am Keiran Orion. He was the kind of man who

could wriggle his way out of danger by playing dumb. He acted like he couldn't hurt a fly, but damn,

he was dangerous.

"Seat belt on, if you've done that, then let's ride!" He roared, wildly.

With that, he ignited the engine, and revved off into the darkness, with loud music blaring from his

stereo.

We drove through winding paths separating the forest from each other on the left and right. There

was nothing much to see except landscapes shielded by the night, and patrols roaming the streets.

But gradually, as we drove past the sleeping parts of the city, the town began to come to life. Street

lights lit up the city, cars blared their horns in the distance, and loads of nightlifers seemed to go

about their duty. The town was alive!

I smiled to myself, suddenly intrigued by the spontaneous nature of the place - one minute, it was

quiet, the next it was beaming with life.

Our journey was punctuated by a squad of cops carrying out their duties.

"Hello, amigos!" The driver greeted, as the cops stopped to check.

"Oh, Lucas," the men heralded, and motioned for him to pass. “Drive safely, it gets busy at night.”

“Will do!” The driver yelled back, revving at top speed.

They seemed to let the man go off the hook like he was some sort of gentleman. I clicked my tongue

in disapproval, sick at the pack's police instinct and wondered why the whole pack wasn't dead yet.

We arrived at Eden's Gate, and the man drove off without a single word. But right now, sitting at the

counter, I could only be thankful he'd brought me here.They called it Eden's Gate, I couldn't tell why, but I loved the clubhouse. I settled into a seat at the

counter, where pop music filled the hall, stirring me up for a dance. The deal was completed, and

another mission was over; Kieran Orion could finally rest for the night. But the journey to Eden Gates

had been tough and rocky – unlike the journey to the Cold Crescent pack.

"I've never seen you before, are you new around here?" The bartender asked, refilling my glass with

whisky.

I looked up at him, anger boiling down my guts. The guy was being intrusive, and that trait was one

of the traits I hated in people. Intrusiveness. It was never cute.

I'd never killed anyone, ever. It was all my decision not to be like my father. And that resolution made

me cautious.

"Are you acquainted with everyone who comes around here?" I asked, concealing my disapproval.

"Not entirely," he whispered, visibly unaware of how he disgusted me.

"Then let's say you've missed me all the times I've been here." I replied, drawing the curtain of the

conversation. He wasn't even fun.

"Maybe ....not" He replied, while I swirled around with my back to him. There was a beautiful world in

here, why waste it on him?

“Just, I've never seen you in here. I know all of my customers……" He continued, but I wasn't listening

anymore. My eyes had traveled beyond the hall to a corner where a gorgeous lady with wavy hair sat,

and I didn't notice that she'd been staring at me? How rude of me!

One of my cool guy smiles appeared across my face as I returned her stare, sweeping my eyes

lustfully over my body. It wasn't everyday I got intrigued by a woman.

"Hey," I tentatively called out to the bartender. "Who's that lady over there?” I asked, tactically pointing

to the lady I'd just been hooked by.

"Omg! Tonight is blessed," the man gushed like a puppy with so much excitement that heightened my

confusion.

I turned to him, wearing my confusion like a hat so he could see but he didn't seem bothered about

my feelings.

"Who the f**k is she really?" I asked, slightly agitated."You really do not know?" He asked with a distorted smile on his face. "You see, I stand corrected

when I said you were new around here. That's alpha Willow Thane, the leader of our pack."

"Willow Thane?" I repeated quietly, snaking my gaze back to the lady.

My face suddenly came alive with a smirk that spread into a wide grin after comprehension hit.

Willow Thane. I heard she'd been on the look out for me for months now. What was she doing here?

Wasn't she supposed to be at the sea? If she knew I would invade her town, why didn't she prepare

me a surprise?

Just then, her gaze returned to me, and I smiled broadly. This time, I didn't only find her gorgeous, I

found her intriguing. Did she know it was I? Or was she just basking in my alluring aura?

My physique was the only great thing the universe gave me: as for intelligence, I built it myself. And

family, I don't think the gods had me in mind when they introduced the concept of family.

Willow wore a knee-length green sequin gown that flattered her hot, and slightly voluptuous body.

That mascara, and black lipstick she had on was perfect, and I thought she was drop-dead

gorgeous. I wondered if people around her praised her beauty enough.

I intentionally swept my eyes over her body, resting first on her revealed cleavage because I wanted

her to feel my gaze on her. Women loved it. She smiled, played with her hair, and I smiled back.

"Another shot, please," I demanded, and the bartender obeyed.

I knew I had to err on the side of caution. Willow Thane wouldn't hesitate to hand me over to the

Interpol, but no, I could go with the flow tonight, and worry about that tomorrow. Besides, I had to

have a bit of what the enchanting leader tasted like, but what if that sends me to my grave?