C7 Alpha dominant

"What do you need boss " He asks breaking the tension . "Nothing in particular , I just wanted to know if you have been in contact with that proud human who challenges me every time she wants to ." He takes his time to answer and that confirms my suspicions that he feels something more for her than a simple closeness . "Sir that girl is very hurt , I think it was a bit unfair to fight her knowing she was hurt " "Do you question my orders ?" I raise an eyebrow and wait for a correct answer . "No sir , I just think you have been too rough with her since you got here " He shrugs his shoulders as if his opinion is innocent . "I guess I don't have to remind you that just like you I saved her life from beasts that wanted to devour her , if it wasn't for me right now she would be a rotting corpse in the middle of any forest " His firm gaze cracks and I know I have reminded him of where I got him from and the obedience he owes me. "You are right sir excuse me , I will not question your orders again". He nods his head and I know I have him eating out of my hand again , it's enough for him to plot against me to finish him off in one blow if I set my mind to it . "I wouldn't want a spark of that girl's rebelliousness to contaminate you , remember we do all this for the good of the wolf race and the humans . I advise you to stay away from that insolent human and let Amy take care of her care . I'll take care of the rest " I see his left fist contracting but he does not detonate any action against me , he merely bows and turns to leave and leave the control room . Suddenly I begin to feel a sense of relief as I have begun to pull Dech away from Alison . Although I am suddenly seized by another torrid thought that unhinges me . The idea that my mate might endanger her own life to escape me makes me feel anger, but also terror I never expected to find my true mate. Fated mates are rare, or at least they're supposed to be, but she's here like a needle in a pile of needles, waiting to be found. Waiting to be claimed. And perhaps possessed even if the terror she now feels for me blinds her and she refuses the bond. I cast a dark glance at Dech behind her back to make sure she's gone and slam the door to sit down for a moment and watch the security cameras in the hallway for Alison. I activate the cameras in her room and observe her lying on her bed with a lost look in limbo , I guess she must be still weak and hurt so I locate our assistant Amy to go visit her . I hope she can heal soon and be strong because I am ready to make her mine in a very short time , my wolf is writhing with pleasure just imagining that she will be in my arms filling me with her scent . And rubbing me with her soft, soft skin.It's probably a bad sign that he doesn't fear my retaliation enough to keep me restrained, but when I turn to face him, the attack is not on my mind. My partner is. Those whispered words in my ear are sending more anxiety through me. Where the hell is Alison? She stares at me, with a calmness in her posture that is almost unnatural. I don't recognize this wolf, but he's a vargr. I notice his light blond hair and his piercing eyes that are fixed on mine without any sign of concern. He is not as big as me, either in height or bulk, but I have a feeling he will fight me if I push him. My gaze slides past him to the small female on his back. She has bright blue hair and gray eyes that look almost like a stormy sky. She is a bit unnerving and sends a shiver through my body. There's no fear in her either, and when I smell her, I understand why. She's a tau, half witch, half wolf. Like my little companion. "Go after her," she says, her voice much softer than his. "Make sure she doesn't do something stupid." The idea that my mate might endanger her own life to escape me makes me feel anger, but also terror. I never expected to meet my true mate. Fated mates are rare, or at least they're supposed to be, but she's here like a needle in a pile of needles, waiting to be found. Waiting to be claimed. I shoot a dark look at Dech before rounding on the mated pair, heading for the door with a renewed sense of urgency. I've wasted a few precious minutes here, giving him more time to run away from me. I stop at the door and grab a pair of sweatpants from the laundry basket. With so many wolves moving around here, there are always spare clothes on hand. Still placing them around my waist, I reach for the door handle. "You asshole!" yells Archie at me. "You could have killed him! Carrie should send you away, you crazy bastard!" I don't look back or respond. We all know I'm an asshole, and if Carrie had any sense, she would have made me leave a long time ago. As I knock on the door and step out into the fresh air, my head turns in the direction I know she's come in. There is no sign of her, but I can smell her scent. She lingers in the air, drawing me in. Stop running, I demand through the bond. We need to talk. I am met with silence once again, but I can feel her emotions as they vibrate between us. My little companion may be afraid, but she's also angry. Why the hell is she so angry? Most wolves go their whole lives without meeting their true mate. We've won the lottery here, and yet she's acting like this is a curse. I run off in his direction, past the multitude of buildings that make up the complex until I realize I'm approaching the perimeter fence. Is he gone? That makes my heart stutter in my chest. We have enemies, dangerous ones. There are hunters waiting for a chance to get Tau for what they can do. The thought of the Order capturing her sets off a chain reaction inside me. My wolf is furious with me and with her. I'm angry enough for both of us. Alison , stop running, I snap at her, and I know I should be more gentle with her, but I'm struggling to contain my fear. Stay out of my head, you idiot. Her piercing voice echoes in my mind and I almost stumble. The relief of hearing her, even if she's cursing me out, is overwhelming. She's fine. I've never given a shit about anyone but myself, and for good reason. Caring is a weakness that can be used against you, but this little wolf-hybrid simply overcame my self-inflicted isolation as if she had always been with me. In the few minutes I've known her, she's done what no one else has accomplished since I lost my cousin. She has made me give a shit. I have a moment of sympathy for Alison . When she envisioned her mate, I have no doubt that someone like me was not what she had in mind. Vargr are dangerous. Even among other shape shifters, we are the stuff of legend, used to scare younger pups into behaving well. But I am the worst of my kind. I wear my darkness as armor and will stain it with it. For that reason alone, I should let her go, but I can't and won't, and not just because denying each other would make us both waste away in agony. As I round the last building, I look across the field toward the fence. My partner moves along the perimeter of the chain link, trying to find a weakness in the defense. I exhale a sigh before re-inflating my lungs and wiping my damp hands on my sweatpants. He didn't escape. With relief also comes irritation. He's safe, but if he'd gotten outside the perimeter.... I don't even want to consider the outcome. My nostrils flaring as I walk across the lawn, fingers clenched into fists at my sides as I struggle to keep my temper in check. Did she really think I'd let her go? From the way her shoulders slump, I can see how disappointed she is that I've caught up with her. I don't have to feel it through our bond, though I can, and a twinge of pain spreads through my body. "Where are you going, little buddy?", I demand, my voice cracking with anger. Slowly, he turns his head to look at me and pins me in place with his baby blue eyes. I can't help but gasp for air. Alison is intoxicating.