C3 Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

I scowled down at my mobile; the irritation that crept up on me as I read the text message that I received from my father, only made me feel angrier.

1 NEW MESSAGE FROM ‘Timothy Bayou’: Alexander. Has IT been dealt with yet, boy? I am running out of patience with your little Packs stupidity.

I glared at the screen, wanting to destroy my mobile device. But I would not give my father that satisfaction; I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself.

My father and I have never had a good relationship, my brother Trey has always been the favourite. I tell myself that it is because he is the first born.. but I know he simply despises me.. especially after scarring his favourite son.

I even remember the beating that he gave me when he found out that I had eloped with my ex-wife Cherry. And then again when she gave birth to our daughter, simply because she was born human.

It did not help that I refused to have her turned into one of us.

Both my mother and father told me that they would not help me in anyway with my family and if I did not divorce her and disown my human child then they would see to it that I would NEVER amount to anything.

Of course, I refused.

My father and a handful of his bodyguards actually came to My Pack House to humiliate me and beat the shit out of me for challenging Trey and winning. I was even hospitalised from it.. and when I got back once I had recovered, my mother waited patiently for me, to tell me that I had been voted to be the next candidate for leadership to The Council of Werewolves.

And now barely eight years later, Trey and I were finally now on speaking terms.

But my father and I.. well.. our relationship had gotten much, much worse.

Timothy Bayou was a cruel and cold father to both Dante and I. My two sisters however, were loved.. because they accepted duty over love or freedom. They married council-approved candidates, accepting to be the family’s breeding tool.

How the fuck was I going to defend Dante when he eventually came out.. in front of our parents? Personally, I could not care less who he wants to spend his time with.. that is honestly his business and nobody else’s.

‘Alex, honey?’. Freya frowned, knocking me out of my daze.

‘What!? Freya? When did you enter My Office?’. I frowned slightly.

I wrinkled my nose at her newest, sweet perfume.

Vanilla and sandalwood? What a weird potent scent.

She gave me a sweet smile in response and I soon realised that she must have been worriedly watching me for quite some time.

I gripped her by her hips and swiftly pulled her into my lap and grazed my teeth over her jugular; she let out a loud moan, as I laced my tongue exactly where I had just grazed her with my teeth.

‘That new perfume is too sweet, you should change it’. I grabbed her chin, watching her pupils dilate in desire.

She knew that I hated sweet scents.. was she punishing me for something?

I unbuttoned her pink shirt and roughly gripped one of her breasts with one of my hands, causing her to cry out delightfully in pleasure.

Teasingly her with my other hand, I unbuttoned her jeans, slid my hand inside her luminous pink thong and I then pushed my fingers inside her entrance and began teasing her at her core, which was now very wet against my grasp.

I quickly moved my hand from her breast and pushed my fingers into her mouth and smirked knowingly. She flicked her tongue against my fingers, winking at me.

‘You are a naughty little thing’. I groaned softly, as I quickened the pace of my fingers against her.

I then swallowed her moans of pleasure by shoving my tongue into her mouth.

It was then that I heard a light and surprisingly gentle sounding tap on My Office door.

‘Alexander? It is Scarlett, I.. can come back later if it is a better time’. Scarlett’s anxious voice echoed at the door.

I chuckled softly at Freya and pulled my fingers out of her and pushed her gently off of my lap.

‘Looks like you will have to finish yourself off, sweetheart’. I whispered, quietly.

Freya gave me an annoyed and frustrated growl in response.

She then leant close and bit my earlobe.

‘Maybe I will ask Drew to finish me off’.

‘You honestly think that he has the balls to finish what I have started?’. I scoffed lightly.

‘You could at least pretend that you care about me, you know?’. She whimpered slightly, before running towards the door.

She ran out quickly, barely even covering her chest up with her shirt.

‘Come in, Scarlett’. I laughed slightly, as I wiped my hands on some damp wipes.

I looked down at my shirt and realised that Freya had began to undress me; I slowly began to button up my shirt, paying no mind to the door.

The thing is, male Werewolves are very muscular, especially Alpha’s; I could feel Scarlett’s intense gaze on me, which only aroused me more.

‘Like what you see do you? I cannot blame you, power has its attractions after all’. I grinned.

She immediately began to blush deeply at me, looking a little uncomfortable. Likely from my aura as an Alpha.. anybody in a position of power in the supernatural community gave off a special aura, a special intense scent.

She then took a deep breath and then smiled at me.

‘I apologise on being late, I had some matters to handle’.

I leapt at her and grabbed her face, snarling.

‘You call fucking my enemies a matter to handle!?’.

‘And what the fuck happened to your hand!?’. I added with a sharp growl.

She avoided my gaze, staring intently at my bookcase.

‘Look at me when I am talking to you Scarlett!!’. I snapped, as she kept avoiding my gaze.

She then started to shake.. with anger.

I could barely breathe as she grabbed a hold of my throat, forcing me to take-in a deep painful breath of air.

I knew my eyes would have dilated to an angry red at her aggression, my wolf nature responding to her challenge.

‘Ah there SHE is. What a beauty!’. I snickered, feeling amused and oddly aroused at such a moment.

She took a large leap towards the door.

‘I do not like this’. She muttered worriedly.

I laughed in response to her words and slowly walked back to my desk and sat on the corner of it.

‘Freya, the girl from earlier, will show you where you room is. Take a shower so I do not smell that Werecat on you by tomorrow’. I spoke in my most polite voice.

All she did was nod in response, refusing to meet my gaze.

‘Oh and be up by 8.00 o’clock or you will miss breakfast and trust me, you do not want that’. I laughed lightly.

She refused to respond, so she clearly did not trust me.. clever girl.

I scoffed, as she fled My Office.

I then let out a sigh, as my phone pinged; it was a message from Dante.

1 NEW MESSAGE FROM ‘Dante’: I am off shift in a few days, I have been staying at work. We can talk about whatever is so important then, D.

My brother sure is lucky that I am busy right now..

I smiled lightly, Scarlett surely would have got past introductions by now.. I walked quietly out of the Office.

‘I have eaten.. uh.. thanks?’. Scarlett muttered sarcastically to someone’s question.

Freya grinned at her in response.

‘Tell me you ate that disgusting WereLeopard and that we do not have to hurt them anymore’. Freya groaned.

I smiled slightly at their exchange.

Bailey and Kane also stood beside them at the makeshift-bar.

Kane is of a tanned skin tone and has slicked back white hair and Bailey is of a slightly paler complexion and has long frizzy red-hair.

Bailey (Kane’s pregnant girlfriend) stood and stared at Scarlett curiously.

‘She probably fucked him, so do not get your hopes up hun’. I added to their conversation coldly, walking over and leaning against the bar.

Scarlett grimaced, as everyone now eyed her in both disappointment and disgust.

Bailey then exclaimed excitedly to Scarlett.

‘Oh my god, I have heard they are super flexible, is that true?’.

Freya and Kane gasped at Bailey and I scowled at her for such words.

‘On that uh note, may we be excused boss?’. Kane cowered, as he looked at me, pleading with me.

I nodded, gritting my teeth.

‘I think that is a good idea, Kane’.

Scarlett immediately began to scowl at me, surprisingly meeting my annoyed gaze.

‘I am coming to the realisation that you are a complete and utter asshole’. She snapped carelessly at me.

Everyone quickly disbursed out of the room, as a sharp feeling of anger and embarrassment flooded throughout my body.

I grabbed Scarlett and shoved her roughly against the side of the bar, she immediately groaned on impact; glass shattered against her body, as I then threw her across it. I grabbed a hold of her throat, snarling.

‘Do not EVER speak to me without respect in front of My Pack, half breed’. I snarled, still squeezing her throat.

Did she really not know how this shit works? Hierarchy is still important, even among friends. She either did not see me as an Alpha or.. she did not respect my authority at all.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she nodded at me, weakly.

I reluctantly let go of her throat.

‘Your room is up those stairs to the right of the top corridor, it is all set up with the basics until you earn your place’. I spoke in a neutral voice, pretending that I was emotionless, as I pointed towards The Stairwell.

I took the remaining bottle of whisky that was still in one piece and drank straight from it.

My newest member that I found incredibly attractive had just embarrassed me in front of key Pack members.. if I had not reacted like this, then I might be seen as weak.

And yet, I was not angry, instead strangely now all I could feel is guilt for such actions. Would Scarlett even forgive me? Or would I now be the ruthless and cold asshole Alpha to her?

It is obvious that I like her.. in a very dangerous way.

I sighed deeply.

Maybe I am destined to be alone after all..

I took larger gulps of whisky and glared at my reflection angrily and continued to drink out of the bottle.

What the fuck is wrong with me!?!?!? My nails extended angrily, in a partial shift but I could still control it.

I dug my nails into my palms and began watching the blood trickle from my skin.