The packhouse was buzzing with activity today. The TRTC was bringing in four new pack members. We even had a warrior recruit this round, I had my reservations about her, she is on the smaller side, but all her training test outs had high marks. I’ll have to see for myself how she ranks up. Looking over the single page in the file the center sent over, it didn’t offer much insight...
ISLA GRACE MILLER
DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH
AGED: 18
HAIR: AUBURN
EYES: GREEN
HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES
GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS.
SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID
NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.
“Alpha, you’re needed in the main hall” Grayson, my Beta’s voice filtering through the mind link. Bringing me back from my thoughts, I closed the folder and placed the new pack member files back in the drawer. “On my way down,” I replied. Being a shifter has quite a few perks. Mind linking is probably my favorite, aside from the speedy healing that is.
Making my way down from my office on the second floor of the packhouse, I feel a vibration in my pocket. Pulling out my phone, I see a text from my parents light up my screen.
“Good luck with the ceremony tonight, you’ll do great! Love Mom and Dad”
I chuckled as I tucked my phone away. My mom signs all her texts as if I wouldn’t know who they were from if she didn’t.
The ceremony tonight was to welcome the new pack members in and join them to the pack mind link. This was my first Joining Ceremony since taking over as Alpha a few years ago. I had trained to be Alpha since I could remember. My dad passed it to me and ever since my parents have been traveling the globe seeing all the sights they can see. They stop by every once in a while, I know they miss it here, but they deserve to enjoy some stress-free time away. Technically my mother was still acting Luna as I have yet to find my mate.
Being 25 it wasn’t too uncommon to have not found my mate yet. I have always wanted to find my fated mate, growing up watching the pure love radiate between them… I wanted that. Sure, being an Alpha makes me desirable to the she-wolves but I don’t want someone just in it for the money and titles. I’m not going to feign innocence and say that I didn’t end up in some of those she-wolf beds, but they are nothing more than a good time at the right time. My mate will want for nothing though and I will treat her as if she was the goddess herself.
“Alpha” Grayson nodded as I pulled open the heavy mahogany door and stepped into the main hall. The hall was busy with staff decorating and staging for the ceremony tonight. “Grayson, how can I be of service?” I replied. He shifted his eyes to the main entrance, Fiona. A low growl built in my chest, I cleared my throat and composed myself.
Walking towards the thin brunette, I looked over her 5’10 frame, recalling her bent over my desk last week. She works in accounting for the pack and has managed to be my most recent stress reliever. “Yes Fiona” I stated flatly. A small smile curled at her well-painted lips. “I was wanting to make an appointment with you after the ceremony to go over some projections for the business” She breathily spoke as she ran her hand up my bicep. Crossing my arms, I glanced down into her espresso eyes, such a deep brown, almost black “Not the time or place Fiona” I replied. She slowly batted her long lashes as she gleaned up at me and said, “Sorry Alpha” She stuck out her bottom lip, turned, and headed back out the door.
“I’m heading out for a run and gonna check in with patrols, see to it that the new members get settled in.” I holler back to Grayson. “Yeeessss Allphhhaa” He replies in a high-pitched voice mockingly. He's lucky he’s my best friend.
“Isla, hun, we’re here” Mr. Andrews spoke softly as he tapped my shoulder. Stretching my arms up as I yawn, I take in my surroundings. Outside the bus is a massive building, which must be the packhouse. This packhouse was far more elegant compared to the packhouse I grew up in. This place looked like a fancy hotel. Three stories, stonework from the ground up, rich wood doors and windows. Wow, I thought to myself. Glancing down, my shin is all healed so I grab my satchel, and make my way off the bus. Standing out front of the packhouse was a statuesque blonde-haired man. He must be a ranked member by the size of him and his muscles. Well if I’m going to live here, at least the sights will be nice. His lips curled up in a smile that showed his white teeth that contrasted against his lightly tanned skin. “Welcome to Clear Creek! I am Beta Grayson and we are so very happy to have you here. I’ll take you inside, show you around the common areas and get you set up with your pack sponsor
The patrol had nothing to report, which is a relief before we head into the ceremony tonight. Making my way through the packhouse to my room, my wolf pushes forward stopping me on the second floor. Something smells delicious, and sweet, like honey and cinnamon. Mhmmm. Someone must have gone to the bakery after the shift. After a quick shower, I tug on some jeans and a nice button-up shirt. My dad was always one for a suit or slacks at the least. That just isn’t my style, I don’t dig the formal look, I like to look professional but approachable. I decided when I became Alpha to not be one of the stuffy ones, to treat my pack as my father did, like family. No need to instill fear into them, they should respect me because of the way I lead and how I act, not because they are scared I will throw them in the cells and beat them. Rolling my sleeves up, I spray a bit of mousse on my hand and waggle my hands through my hair. Rinsing my hands as I glance at my reflection, I’d say I look re
Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson I cannot stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but fuck he was just a snack compared to Alpha Zac. He is built like a sex god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was perfectly tousled. Longer on the top, short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes, the same color as the rivers around us. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every budging muscle under his dress shirt. Corded forearms were showing as his sleeves were rolled back. He wasn’t an Alpha that stayed inside behind a desk, no, his skin glowed with a tan that had to be earned from working in the sun. I’d like to climb him like a tree. I shake the thought from my head. Who am I kidding? Like he would ever be interested in me. I attract weirdos like Kyson… and Kyle apparently because he is sitting across from me waggling his eyebrows
I had just sat down on the couch in my office with a whiskey in my hand when a light knock came at the door. “Come In,” I said. Fiona walked into a file folder in her hand. “Alpha” she purred, tossing the folder down and making her way toward me. She wasted no time dropping straight to her knees in front of me. I could smell her arousal as my jeans started to get tight. She ran her hands up my thighs, reaching my waistband. She licked her lips and fluttered her eyelashes as her hands started undoing my belt and jeans. Slowly she freed my hardening cock, her eyes filled with lust. I tipped back my glass, finishing my whiskey in one gulp, and setting the glass down. I ran my hand through my hair right as she swirled her soft tongue around my shaft. Fuck that felt good. I lean back, relaxing on the sofa. Fiona takes her time easing her mouth over my cock while her hand starts to pump. Finding a rhythm, she starts bobbing her head, twisting and pumping her hands over my full erection.
I don’t even remember falling asleep when I am jolted awake by the blaring of my alarm clock. Today is my first day of training and after that encounter last night, I better be on my best behavior. I can’t believe my nerve of Kyle. Who does he think he is, trying to answer for me and at that making it seem like we were involved? He was the last guy I’d want in my room. Turning the knob of the hot water in the shower on, I strip down. I catch a glimpse of the light pink raised keloid scars on my back in the mirror. Trouble is the last thing I want to be in today. Reaching in and testing the water, it's perfect. I step in, letting my body relax as the warm water wraps me up and I close my eyes. My mind starts to wander back to what I saw last night…Alpha Zac’s huge appendage was out on full display. I didn’t realize he had a girlfriend, couldn't be his mate, they weren't marked. His rock-hard cock consumes my mind as my hand trails down to my wet slit. I didn’t get to look long but
“Isla, come in, close the door and take a seat,” I say motioning to the leather chairs across my desk from me. I take a minute to appreciate this gorgeous auburn goddess in front of me. She is still in her workout clothes from training. Her perfect tits are spilling out the top of this black sports bra and the way those leggings hug her juicy ass has me sporting a semi. She sure as hell showed why she is here as a warrior, all my doubts surrounding her size are well gone. I must be staring well too long because she speaks first. “Al-Alpha, I apologize for the uh, interruption last night, it was a misunderstanding and won't happen again” I can smell her fear, does she think she is going to get punished for this? “Well that is not the reason I called you in here, but it would be appreciated if you kept your socializing to your room and didn't enter my office without knocking “ Her cheeks flash pink, “Yes Alpha” she nods. Turning back to the paper on my desk, I clear my throat and s
The last few days have been a blur. I have spent so much time on calls with The Great Council getting as up-to-speed on Isla’s dad as I could be. My wolf and I were still so angry at the thought of Isla being beaten almost to death. Who does that to a child, their child, a child with no wolf to heal her? It does answer the question of her scarring. I get chills thinking of all those scars. Each scar was an everlasting reminder of a beating she took, the pain she had to bare. Did it go on for years? Did Alpha Damon know? Surely he didn’t. What kind of sick fuck would let that go on in their pack? I have not yet had to hand down any severe punishments in my pack but I know that for certain I wouldn’t have stood by and let that happen. I have Grayson reviewing all patrol schedules to ensure there are no week spots in the coming future. Alpha Garret said he would let us know the day of transport, but due to security measures he couldn’t give more advance notice. We were going t
Audrie and I continue to meet downtown at a quaint little coffee shop before our patrol shits. Luckily she is an even bigger caffeine addict than I am. It’s during these times when she has been spilling all the pack tea - it’s nice, even if it is gossip it makes me feel so much more connected here. I tried not to be so obvious about my interest in Beta Grayson or Alpha Zac, but Audrie saw right through me. Busted. Alpha Zac and Fiona are not mates, nor are they even dating. I guess he is a “nice” guy but tends to be a playboy. Shit, with the way he looks and the energy he oozes, I’m not surprised, hell he has been the starring role in my recent shower releases. Grayson is close to the same but much more discrete. However, Audrie has experience with Grayson. She tells me about a hot and steamy hook-up they had outside of this Club on the outskirts of Clear Creek. Audrie also tells me all about her and her family. They have been part of this pack for a few generations, her pare