Chapter 8

ALPHA GRAY DEXTER'S POV

In my bedchamber, Black Fur Pack.

I am not really in a good mood today. I had a long day with my soldiers last night and when I tried to sleep, I could not. I tossed and turned in bed all through the night so I guess you can understand why I am a little bit cranky today. I get out of bed and start my day. While in the shower, I let the water jet over my head for a long time, hoping that it would cure or at least relieve my raging headache.

I finally step out of the bathroom and dress up in my Alpha clothes. I go into my private dining hall for my breakfast- I do not believe in eating with people of lower status. I do not even like to eat with my parents because all they do is badger me and ask me when I am going to bring home my mate.

What my parents do not understand is that I am not a man of love. Rather, I am a man of war and sex; pure fucking is what I do and all the mere thought of someone being called my mate is bullshit to me.

After my breakfast, I proceed to the training field and start to train with my soldiers. I am a very disciplined man, and I value the strength and power of my soldiers so much that I have conditioned my body to always train with them every single day. This is part of what has made my pack undefeated in war for the past nine years that I have been the Alpha.

However, despite my determination, my body does not feel up to training today,and so after just three hours of intense training, I ask my Beta, Sylvan, to take over so I can rest. I go to my cabin and try to sleep, but I know that I need something to help me sleep.

No, I do not need a sedative, and neither do I need a glass of warm milk. What I need right now…is sex.

Realizing this, I call in one of my soldiers and ask him to call in one of the beautiful Omega maidens in the pack. Within minutes, one of them is brought into my cabin and one look at her face tells me that she is ready to please. She immediately gets to work and starts to give me a blow job, tonguing me into oblivion. I love it so much that my energy is restored. I grab her and position her in the doggy style, plunging into her like there is no tomorrow, and her screams excite me even the more. When I am done with her. I ask her to leave my cabin, and I watch her limp out of my presence.

I have made her sore, and I love the feel.

With a smirk on my face, I sleep off right on my bed.

I wake up at about five p.m. and I am shocked that I have slept for over six hours. I drink some water and then leave the cabin so I can join my soldiers. While I am with them, Sylvan mentions that tonight is actually the night of the Festival, and that everyone in the pack is already getting ready to go to the Lily White Pack for the celebration. I smirk and just like I do every year, I tell my soldiers that I do not see the importance of the Festival. I feel it is just a waste of time and an opportunity for people to behave irresponsibly.

My soldiers laugh and we continue our border patrol until the day breaks.

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Two days later, I am informed by the Scribe and Treasurer of the pack that more vaccines need to be made in order to keep everyone at the Black Fur Pack safe from the Blizzard. You see, the Blizzard is a very dangerous disease that first struck my pack three years ago. I was very bothered about it because my pack members were dying and there was nothing I could do about it. I put a lot of pressure on the medical team of my pack and provided them with all that they would need in order to find a cure to the raging disease which had killed about twelve werewolves at that time.

After six months of its rampage, a cure was finally found and I was ecstatic. A lot of money was spent on duplicating the vaccines and storing thousands of them in a safe vial which no one knew about.

Today. I need to approve the disbursement of more money towards the production of a stronger vaccine because the virus has come back stronger. I am glad that despite the new challenge, no on has fallen terribly sick and this is because of their prior vaccination.

After the Scribe and Treasurer leave, I am invited to dinner by my parents, and I have a bad feeling about it. Well, the truth is that I always have a bad feeling whenever I am with them, owing to the fact that they won't stop talking about wanting grandchildren before they go to join their ancestors.

Anyways, I decide to honor their invitation, and as I enter into the dining hall, I observe that something is different. I look around and see a young, beautiful lady sitting in-between my parents. She smiles sweetly at me but I only give her a passing nod.

"Good evening, Father. Evening, Mother." I greet and then take my place at the table.

My father clears his throat. "My son, I am glad that you are here, and I do not want to waste any more of your time, so I will go straight to the point. This," he turns to the lady beside him. "….is Caroline. She is a full-blooded werewolf and she just arrived from Texas. She is the daughter of Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack and he has agreed that you should court his daughter. Caroline is here to stay for as long as you need her, and you have our support." He concludes.

I drop the fork I am holding in my hand and stare at my parents for a long time.