The Alpha's Burning Obsession

Chapter 3

Mason's POV

Seated in the back seat of his black Audi A8, Mason tapped his finger to the rhythm of the music playing.

Things were going well lately. Everyone seemed content in the pack. No rogue wolf activities or fights.

The firm was doing well too.

Well…there'd been a slight issue. The whole thing surprised him. How could people be so loose? To think they weren't even sensible enough to keep their s*x lives out of their jobs.

He'd fired them. Every single one of them. If they weren't smart enough to maintain professionalism, then they were better off being jobless.

Even his personal assistant, Sandra, had been part of it. Honestly, that didn't even surprise him. She'd always had this slutty side to her. When she first got the job as his PA, she'd worn provocatively tight clothes and excessive make-up. To get his attention, no doubt. It pissed him off. She only stopped when he threatened to fire her.

If they'd met somewhere else he would've probably f****d her. She didn't look bad and judging how she was throwing herself all over him, she was definitely asking for it.

But this was work and everything related to the office follows the office rules.

Well, that was no longer an issue. He had a new PA now.

The lady… Miss River, was it?

She seemed…nice. The other lady was actually more qualified for the job, judging from the fact that she had more experience in years, but she dressed exactly like Sandra.

He wasn't going to go through that again. He only had so much patience.

So he disqualified her even before his new PA came in.

Miss River.

Somehow he felt he was going to like her. She had a natural, flawless kind of beauty. The kind that required minimal effort to show.

The kind he liked.

She'd worked for 3 years. He knew people who had worked 6. If she was as smart as she looked then that would be perfect.

Strangely enough his wolf, Axel felt the exact same way. Axel was never one to take a quick liking to people. But it was completely different with Miss River. As soon as she stepped in, all his focus was on her. Mason felt him pacing in his mind. Pushing against the barrier, trying to get closer to her.

He unlocked the door to his penthouse with his keycard and stepped in. He was met with calm and silence.

He liked his own space. Hell, he loved it. But sometimes… times like this, he just felt…lonely.

Lately, he'd been feeling this way. Longing to connect with someone. And this feeling wasn't the usual urge to f**k.

Hell, if it was he knew chicks to call and they'd come running. But now even those ladies didn't catch his fancy.

If anything, they pissed him off.

He wanted to know someone.

On a deeper level. He wanted to connect and feel the connection.

He couldn't quite understand the feeling.

He tossed his shirt into the laundry basket and headed to his bathroom.

The luxurious marble countertop reflected the soft light of the small chandelier hanging in the middle.

He'd initially planned to take a quick shower but turned to the sleek black tub. He filled it halfway with warm water and climbed in.

Sighing, he relaxed and shut his eyes.

His parents.

How were they? He hadn't seen them in what? Five months?

He'd visit them during the weekend.

His mom was going to nag his ears off when he did. She'd been asking him to come over and he'd been postponing his visit. It's not that he didn't want to see them, he'd just been busy with work. And firing people.

For some odd reason, he found his thoughts drifting to Miss River again.

She intrigued him. What exactly was it about her that caught his attention?

He couldn't even figure.

He was never one to be really interested in other people, but it was different this time.

He wanted to get to know her. And he knew he was going to like her.

He enjoyed the tub for some minutes more before stepping out. He toweled himself down and put on his bath robe.

Seated on the round crimson red sofa on his balcony, he stared out at the city.

It sure was a beautiful sight.

The ringing of his doorbell snapped him out of his reverie.

He sighed and contemplated ignoring it. He already knew who it was. No one would show up at his penthouse by this time other than Thane.

The man sure knew how to ruin someone's peace and quiet.

The doorbell kept ringing till Mason pulled on his sweatpants and strolled over to open it.

“Took you long enough”. Thane shoved his friend aside and strolled in. Hands in the pockets of his expensive Armani suit.

“Not even a welcome?”

“You know you're not welcome”, Mason folded his arms and frowned at his friend.

“Ahh, again with the lies. When are you going to be honest about your feelings? Huhh?” Thane scanned the bar for a drink.

Huffing in defeat, Mason sat on his plush sofa and switched on the TV.

“So, Alpha Mason, how's everything going?” Thane sat opposite him with a bottle of vodka in his hand.

“What do you think?”

“I think…” Thane paused to assess him. His eyes skimming over his friend, “You need a mate.”

Mason sighed, “Are you drunk?”

He leaned back onto his soft couch.

“I mean look at me. I found my fated one and I've never felt or looked better!”

“You look like s**t. You always do” Mason reached for the remote but Thane snatched it out of his grip.

“I mean what I'm saying Mason. Finding your mate has to be the nicest feeling. You just want to be with her, make her smile, make her c*m…and you'll enjoy every moment of it, ‘cos you'll get to c*m too.”

“Oh God” Mason groaned and face palmed himself.

“Why aren't you with her then? Why are you here?”

“Oh well…” Thane took a swig directly from the bottle. “She doesn't know she's mine yet, and I'm trying to take things slow so I don't overwhelm her.”

“Oh, she's human”

“Yeah. The hottest one ever”

They both sat in silence staring at the TV but neither paying actual attention to it.

Thane broke the silence after another drink from his bottle. “We're going to the pack this weekend aren't we?”

“Yeah. We should go make sure everything is intact”

“And keep an eye out for all the hot she-wolves…” Thane ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair. He was handsome, in a playful sort of way. His deep green eyes held a sort of youthfulness that would never fade away.

“I doubt I'd be doing that” Mason sighed again.

“Don't worry, I got you covered on that one”. Thane waved his hand at his grumpy friend, his bronze wristwatch catching the light and reflecting it on the wall.

“So what's your ideal type? Brown hair? Or maybe black hair? Tall? Dwarf? Round ass? Small t**s? Speak up buddy, let's know what we're working with.”

“Goodnight Thane”, Mason tossed the remote to his friend and headed to his room.

Thane hadn't even noticed when the remote had left his possession.

“Guess I'll be getting a reply tomorrow, huh?”

Mason's door slamming shut was the reply.

Thane leaned back and reached for his phone in his trouser pocket. He smiled at the screen.

“Should I call her?... No…no…too soon. Too soon” the goofy smile lingered on his face. “A goodnight text should be fine” he started tapping on his phone.