Alpha King of the Underworld

Sounds Like Fun

Mila’s POV

My body feels sore and my eyes feel too heavy to open, but something feels off. I fight a battle against the urge to get comfortable and continue sleeping, and when I finally open my eyes, I notice Julian isn’t in bed next to me. I lift my head and glance around the room, but I don’t see him. The blankets pool at my waist when I move to sit up and I quickly grab them to cover myself. I look around the room and don’t see any sign that Julian was even here. What I do see is my shredded clothing on the floor.

Where did he go?

I don’t know what to do. My clothes are ruined, which means I’m stuck unless I can get someone to bring me something. I wrap the blanket around myself and climb off the bed and rush over to my pants to find my phone. When I pull it out of the back pocket, I see a dozen text messages and seven phone calls from my stepmother. s**t.

There’s nothing I can do about her until I get some clothes, so I try not to think about that mess just yet. Instead, I pull up Isabella’s number and press call.

She answers right away. “Hey babes! What’s up?”

“Izzy, can you come get me? And bring me some clothes?” I whisper into the phone even though I’m alone in the room.

“Sure, but are you going to explain why you need clothes? I’m pretty sure you were dressed when I left you.” She says with a hint of amusement in her voice.

Did she not see what happened last night?

***

Julian’s POV

“This better be a real f*****g emergency!” I growl at my father’s Beta Joseph through my phone.

I try my best to sneak out of the room where Mila is sleeping without waking her, but I’m f*****g pissed. This asshole is always sticking his nose in places it doesn’t belong. Well, my father pushes the asshole's nose into places it doesn’t belong. Joseph is a lap dog and in no way qualified to stand at my father’s right hand in our pack.

“We have a situation on the south side docks.” He says in his all too calm tone.

That’s another thing…Joseph is a changeling. He was created, not born like the rest of us. He was one of the many experimentations that survived the destruction of the research and testing facilities. The blood that flowed in him was the blood from one of our own who died so that this government could create soldiers too hard to kill. I can’t figure out why my father would bring him in with that knowledge, but when I made my thoughts known on the matter, my father shut me down hard. It was one of the reasons I started my plan to remove him as Alpha and the head of our company.

“What kind of situation?” I ask as I walk down the hallway leading into the main area of the club.

I glance around and see that the place looks the same as it did before the situation last night. Just another way of showing my father that I know how to get s**t done. He was reluctant letting me take over the club, but I’ve proven a hundred times over that I’m a good businessman. This place makes him a s**t ton of money, and he doesn’t even give a s**t. He’s all in his head about his new plans that he doesn’t ask where the money comes from. I guess it’s his version of don’t ask, don’t tell. He knows all too well the sort of…depravity that goes on here, but knows now not to ask too many questions.

Now he’s going off on this s**t about me needing to learn more if I want to be a good businessman. There’s something else going on with this plan, but I can’t see it yet. I f*****g hate that. There’s nothing I can do about it now, but I can handle whatever new crisis is happening on the south docks. This is the third time this month that something has gone wrong with our shipments. The culprits have been smart enough not to leave any evidence behind that could be used to track them, but I already know who’s behind this.

Roman Thatcher, son of the deceased Stephan Thatcher, head of the Leven Gang. Their name alone should give away how stupid they are. Leven translates from dutch as ‘lightning’. Seriously, what the f**k is that? They lack the finesse needed in this life and yet they still seem to get past all my best efforts to keep their asses on in their territory.

So for now they are an unfortunate thorn in my ass.

One of the bouncers sees me coming and opens the front door for me and I sigh when I see Levi waiting for me. He’s leaning against his Porsche looking like a typical rich asshole.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him, stopping a few feet away from him and crossing my arms over my chest.

“I’m here to check up on a dickhead who ran off after making a huge ass mess in his club. So where did you run off to and with who because you should be passed out in the woods somewhere if you didn’t have…help.” He raises a brow at me but I ignore him and walk over to my car that parked a few feet away from his car.

“Nothing happened.” I say without stopping to chat.

I have s**t to do today and telling him about who I f****d last night isn’t in the agenda today.

“Don’t lie Julian, I know you.” He pushes and I whirl around to give him a warning but I stop myself when some of my employees pull up next to us.

Not all of them know the truth about me, and they won’t if I have anything to do about it. Humans are fickle about things they don’t understand, which is why we have the chaos in the city that we do. It’s why every other day someone with unnatural abilities is hurting, sealing, or killing someone. It’s why the state is trying to crack down on crime, and causing families like mine to go legit. Well, they can shove their crack on violence laws up their shiny ivory tower asses because I won’t be giving up anything. I’ve spilled blood for this life, and for my place in this city. I will let no one take that from me.

This will always be my city.

“Let it go Monroe.” I tell Levi in a low warning voice.

He huffs out a weak laugh and pushes off his car. I don’t wait for him to climb inside and instead get into my car and pull out of the spot I parked in, knowing he would follow. Levi isn’t like me, but he has my back, and loyalty is the most important thing in this business.

I head down the road I had built behind the club that leads to a personal entrance connected to the highway. It cuts a good chunk of time off my drive, but it also provides a good exit option if I ever get in a pinch. When I look in the rear-view mirror, I smirk when I see Levi’s Porche speeding my way. He gets close enough to slam me from behind but swerves last second so that we’re driving side by side. I roll down my window and flip him off.

“Put that finger where your mouth is! We have a score to settle.” I yell and I shake my head.

He thinks his prince car is a match for my Aston Martin Valkyrie, but I’ve shown him many times how wrong he is. The guy doesn’t know how to lose and let go.

“We both know you can’t beat me so why put yourself through the humiliation?” I yell back.

He scowls and speeds up and I stay back letting him take the lead. That’s how you trick your enemy into thinking they’ve won. You let them enjoy the illusion before you destroy them. So I let him win for a mile or so before I show him what he already knows. No one beats me.

When I speed past him he flips me off and I laugh at the scowl on his face. He never learns. I don’t bother messing around with him any longer and keep the speed steady until I hit the highway. A chorus of horns honking goes off behind me but I ignore them and swerve through traffic to the exit leading to the docks. The club isn’t far for the reason that it’s one of the places we store product until it can be moved to a more secure location.

Our docks are supposed to be just as secure, and yet this has happened again. Someone has to be helping them get past our security, and that is just another problem I’ll have to deal with. What I can say is that if it wasn’t for the night I had with Mila, there would be a lot more bodies scattered around the city. My inner animal does not like to go easy when his respect has been tested, and I happen to agree. Being with Mila was like nothing I’ve felt before, and I will chase her down for another round soon. For now, I have to handle business and then pleasure can follow as soon as possible. Hopefully, I’ll be done fast enough that she will still be naked in bed when I get back.

When I arrive at the docks and see the damage, I curse the fact that I had no way of telling Mila that I wouldn’t be back. A d**k move and I’m not proud of it, but this mess takes precedence.

It takes longer than I would have liked to sort through the s**t that was waiting for me at the docks, but once I got a closer look at it, I recognized it to be Roman’s work. His crew may be hard to catch in the act, but now I’m more convinced than ever it's because they have help. The lack of finesse in Roman’s work gives him away too easily, and yet I still haven’t been able to prove it was him other than speculation.

This has sucked all the ease and calm I got from last night, but now that means I can go searching for the cute little brunette and charm her into my bed.

Sounds like fun.