The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Gilbert’s pov

Monday morning, bright and early, dad came waltzing into my office, his voice echoing all over the place.

"Did you watch the news? Did you f*****g see the headlines? Father seethed and slammed his palm on my desk. “How could you be so reckless? He adds icily. “Do you think the world revolves around you because you are the Alpha? Should everybody bow and worship at your feet? Was this how I reigned during my tenure?"

"I didn't know he was the president's son."

"What happened this time?" Dad flared.

"He cockblocked me... And I was partially drunk, I think."

"That's the filthy excuse you have for punching the President's son?" He lets out a humorless laugh.

“It is settled..." Father was a rigid man when it came to his reputation. I knew better than to provoke him further at this instant. During his reign as the Alpha, he existed peacefully with the humans, and not once did he have issues with humans. But that was his style. Plus the world has changed so badly that unless you punch whoever deserved it, you might end up being the victim.

He looked at me coldly, and what he said next almost brought me to my knees. "The hell it is"

I stared up at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You'd have to apologize to Grey and his girlfriend Stephanie," Dad said and my eyes widened warily.

"Okay..."

“You’d apologize to them publicly —and not just to the offended but the entire citizens of Italy, the President, and his family and the Alpha of the Crawler pack and his family… the entire pack I mean to say"

"What? No way!" I yelled." What has that son of a b***h got to do with this?" I asked my father fuming

"That son of a b***h as you call him is the older brother to the girl whose boyfriend you punched. Unless you want to be removed from your position as the Alpha, you better dive into action because as we speak, The Lycan has ordered a meeting and I'm sure you know what it means if your misbehavior reaches the council again, especially nose that it concerns royal blood and the president "

"But father...” I began to query once more, but he cut me off again.

"It is that or nothing! Take it or leave it. A public apology might be your only mode for atonement” my father’s tone reeked of the end of the discussion and so I just had to throw in my towel.

"Fine," I replied.

"Good. I'll be waiting to see you in the news tomorrow." Dad said before leaving my office. The sound of his Santiago Men's dress-up shoe faded as he walked farther from my office. You'd think at 54 years, the man should be worn out and thinking of retirement. Or better yet, resting in one of his numerous houses scattered all over the country and abroad, but no. My father was the man that will stay up until late at night, especially when it came to his corporation or anything related to the pack despite the fact that he has handed me the mantle to lead as the Alpha.

For the record, I didn't submit to my father's option because I was scared of being rendered penniless. I said yes because I needed to continue to prove to a certain son of a b***h who the man is and there might be no other way to do it unless I continue being an Alpha. That way I’d have an upper hand over him.

"Damn!" I wheezed and buckled my first against the wall. A public apology is the first biggest P-word in my dictionary. I should better get it done with; the sooner the better. I grabbed my cost from the coat rack in my office, and then my car keys before matching outside.

…..

I groaned when I entered my living room in my condo apartment and saw my picture along with that of Grey’s and Stephanie playing on the News—CNN, to be precise. With a headline highlighted in blue ink that reads ', Alpha Gilberto of the blood moon pack makes a public apology to The president son, Greyson Romero and his fiancée, Stephanie Salvatore, and the entire country for his poor behavior three nights ago' all written on bold ink. I hissed and switched off the TV before going up to my room. The truth was that I needed a good f**k but because I didn’t bring any of my flings home and because I didn’t want Jenny anywhere in my lair tonight I didn’t bother calling her or going to any of my hangouts to get laid. I closed my eyes and a certain tormented me as it always did for years now. One face I longed to see but hadn’t seen for years. I groaned, pushing the face to the back of my mind. I didn’t need a sour reminder of my many misfortunes. I groaned again, as I stood up to remove my clothes. I needed a cold bath and a good jerking off… that was my go-to comfort whenever this face popped into my head.

Two weeks expired at the speed of light, and before I know it, I was in one of the most prominent hotels in Italy for business, but every plan I had before going on the trip was swept under the rug when I met a fine ass Italian princess, Gaia, a lady in her early twenties. She had also come to the business meeting but unlike others, she was dressed like someone out of an erotic magazine, and it didn't help that my libido had been on the cuffs for two weeks which was the longest I've stayed without s*x since I started to f**k. I was on my way coming from Gaia's hotel room after having wild and mind-blowing s*x with her in her hotel room when my eyes landed on an exotic figure walking in my opposite direction.

The figure had the figure of a goddess. Even her shadows forced heads to turn. She had this command aura that made even the ladies crane their necks and give her a ten-times over. f**k! I felt my d**k twitched inside my pant an excitement level we both hadn’t reached for three, almost four years now.

This woman was a walking piece of art! Her legs were long and sinful and would fit perfectly on my shoulders. Her lips were thick and full and perfectly curved I could tell from a mile away that it was soft and kissable, and yes, it would cover my c**k just well. Her t**s were full and perky and stood erect on her stretchy-lace bikini bra. Her auburn locks were long and wavy and it was perfectly framing her face; flying in the direction of the wind as she moved. Her hips swayed with every step she took and the outline of her ass could be seen even from the corners. It was thick and popping out of her shorts and I wanted for her to come to sit on my face.

She seemed deeply engrossed on her iPod and after stalling for a while, I could tell she hadn’t seen me, so I faked ignorance and placed myself in her line of walk, and just as I had anticipated, she bumped into me- her full breast crashing completely onto my chest, my hands went around her waist to keep her from falling and somehow my d**k was touching her lower stomach. I didn't know what got into me, but at that moment, I became immobile. The icy blue eyes staring at me and the soft flesh pressing against me were the only thing my brain could register. Her sweet lavender scent filled my nostrils and I fought with the urge of licking her right there and then on the beach. I felt her hands tighten around my neck, and instinctively, my hand tightened around her waist while our faces descended closer until her raspy breath fanned my stubbles. I forgot about where I was and what my purpose there was and before I could stop myself, I was leaning deeper and deeper.