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Fuck. Let’s hope not. I don’t want to be inducted into a cult. I would make a horrible sheep for some enigmatic leader.
CHAPTER 2
CREW
When I was growing up, I saw how much paperwork my dad did as Alpha of the Golden Summit pack. I just never really used that knowledge to apply it to how much paperwork I would have to do once I took over the pack. I just knew that being Alpha was my destiny, and I spent the time training and watching my father to prove it. Now I’m here and I swear the paperwork never ends.
It’s not only about running the pack, which is filled with wolves who want things—and there’s a form for pretty much everything—but it’s also the businesses that are pack run and the investments the pack makes in the businesses of my wolves. Honestly, we need a fucking HR department, it feels like. Why don’t we? Or would that just create more paperwork?
“You wouldn’t be feeling the stress of this if you had a Luna,” my wolf growls at me in my mind.
I roll my eyes and curl my lip in annoyance at him. This is a familiar and frustrating argument that my wolf makes. But there are things he doesn’t understand.
Our Luna, our mate, isn’t here. That’s just how it is. No, I don’t know where she is either.
Considering I could have met my mate at 18 and I’m 27 now, the time of me being excited or even thinking my mate will show up has long since passed. How could I keep hope alive when I’ve watched so many around me find their mates and their happiness?
For years I looked for her, wanting her in my life, but as time continued on without any sign of her, I became discouraged. And bitter. And fucking resentful as hell.
I don’t know that I blame my mate, whoever she is, since I don’t know what has happened, but it’s hard not to feel left out of one of the most pivotal moments of a wolf’s life. Now, I’ve been running the pack effectively without my Luna by my side. I had no other choice. I’ve put Golden Summit as my priority, and we’ve thrived. Businesses have been booming and I’ve been able to focus on the pack and its needs.
Fine, I’ve been able to put aside some time for my needs as well. I guess I’m weak, but there was no way I was going to be able to wait for my mate. The first two years, I held fast to not giving into the she-wolves throwing themselves at me. I thought it was just a matter of time before my mate showed up or I came across her as I visited other packs and attended Alpha meetings with my father as part of my training.
But then she didn’t.
The hormones and the anger of both me and my wolf meant we needed to relieve some of the pressure. Sure, it sounds like just an excuse to get my dick wet, but it isn’t. I was volatile and on the edge of turning feral.
I felt guilty about not being true to my mate at first. Then more years passed, and the guilt faded. Right or wrong, that’s where I am now.
I see no reason to stop enjoying the pleasures that are offered to me. It’s all in good fun and I never promise the she-wolves who give themselves to me anything. I sure as hell won’t be making any of my bed partners my Luna.
“Our mate will be better than any of those she-wolves who open their legs for us,” my wolf growls.
“Maybe,” I growl back at him in my mind, “but she’s not here. Is she?”
He huffs and curls up in a corner of my mind. I know he’s not happy with me. I get it, but he has no other choice but to roll with it. Just like I have.
When my door opens and flowery perfume assaults me, I know who it is without even looking up. I internally groan and my wolf growls in my mind. I’m not sure I have it in me to deal with this bullshit, not right now with the mountain of paperwork in front of me. And definitely not when I’ve been thinking of my absent mate.
I’m on edge and I already know this interaction is not going to help.
I might not have promised the women who have warmed my bed anything, but that doesn’t mean some of them don’t expect anything. Women want to use me for the Luna position all the time. They think they have a magical pussy which is going to have me marking them and giving them the prestige and power they crave.
“I’ll never let that happen,” my wolf growls and I hum in agreement in my mind.
“Crew,” Trina purrs as she comes closer, angling to come around my desk.
I have no doubt that she’s going to try and seduce me, but I’m not in the mood. I glance up at her and she pauses in her approach because of whatever she sees on my face. It doesn’t deter her for more than a few seconds though.
I lean back in my chair, my voice cold and detached as I greet her, “Trina. You know it’s Alpha or Alpha Crew,” I remind her.
She pales slightly but then plasters a fake as hell smile on her face as she makes it around the corner of my desk. When she reaches out and touches my shoulder in a move that I’m sure she thinks is seductive, I back away from her touch and not wanting it in the least.
The beast inside of me is snarling and growling out his own warnings. He’s been on edge, even more than normal, for the last few weeks. I don’t know why and he’s not sharing, but it’s been that long since I’ve blown off some steam with someone in my bed.
It’s clear the women who think they have some hold on me aren’t happy about it. This is not the first encounter I’ve had with one of them recently. I know it won’t be the last either.
Trina doesn’t recognize me moving away from her as a warning sign. Or maybe she does and just doesn’t care. She moves closer to me and sits on the edge of my desk as she eyes me hungrily.
