chapter six

PTER NINE

Alpha King's pov

After instructing the guards to take her to Grace so she could be instructed on what to do, I didn't lose control and do something I would regret. I decided to get to work on some alpha work I had pending. I needed some sort of distraction; I needed to free my mind from thoughts of the beautiful slave girl; and I needed some release. I got my cigarette from the drawer, lit it, and took a puff. I could get laid by any woman I wanted, but the thought of another woman, no matter how alluring it was right now, simply did not resonate with me.Regardless, I sat back down on my chair and brought my cock out. I stroked it to the thoughts of her lips around it, the image of her beneath me while I glided into her slow and fast, rough and gentle, her pink lluscious,unable to contain the sounds that will come out of her because of the pleasure my cock is giving, and even though it seemed impossible, my dick gets even larger with arousal. At that point i release i need a stronger outlet for my release so i tuck my cock back in my pants and pick my phone up i make a phone call and in some minutes, a pretty blonde struts in and gets to work immediately on my pants, i dont bother with any foreplay and shes too eager to be on her knees so i let her do her thing, she unbuckled my belt brings y pants down and frees my not so hard cock, she looks up at me and smiles seductively, shes pretty but i don't find her attractive, i find myself comparing her eyes to the bright doe like eyes of allies, her red cherry lips to Allie's naturally pink tinted lips, her makeup filled face with Allie's naturally smooth and pale skin, down to her neck and breasts and i realize my cock isnt even erect anymore. Realizing this, she sucks harder and faster on it, but I just get more irritated, and I push her away. A look of horror passes on her face, but she quickly plasters a coy smile and crawls back to me. She looks up to me and says, "Is there something I'm not getting right, sir? Is there a certain way his highness likes it that I'm not getting?"

"Stand up and leave," I say to her in an agitated voice. "I promise I can satisfy you in any way you can think of; is there a certain kink you have that I should be aware of? Would you rather I did my hair and makeup a certain way? I promise I can do whatever it is you want; just mention it, and it's done, sir, but please just let me do the honor of pleasuring you". On a normal day, I would find her begging to please me as an extreme turn-on, but right now I am just more irritated by her presence here.

I walk back to my table and threaten to call the guards to take her out if she doesn't leave. With tears in her eyes, she stands up, adjusts her skirt, and reluctantly leaves the office. My wolf groans and I wince; he's also in pain, but I can't stoop as low as fcuking the maid that just came into my pack just because I fancy. That isn't a good reputation on my part, and I don't want any scandals. I know it won't be much of a problem for me because I am the alpha and no one has the

right to question my actions. I can do whatever I want, have whoever I want, and get away with it. I am the Alpha here; I possess all the power. I make the rules and others obey them, but on the other hand, if word gets out that I fucked her on arrival, which is something I have never done before, the mansion will not be a comfortable place for her. She will be the target of the female population,as a lot of them try so hard to get attention, but they are not even spared a glance, and then an ordinary slave from another pack comes and I get intimate with her. That will stir up a lot of questions. Even though I won't be affected by it, I can't help but worry about her safety.

Why, in heaven's name, do I care so much? She is nothing to me, and I would like for it to remain that way, but as the day passes by and by, I am not getting better. I've tried literally almost everything I can think of to get my mind off of this slave girl, but it's not working.

I've been working a lot, preparing for the upcoming war in the rival park. Another thorn in my flesh right now. I really don't need all this, but I knew what I was signing up for as the former Alpha's son. I was trained to work under pressure and stress and not break. I was trained to work hard and make no mistakes, but recently I have been forgetful. I've seen my betta giving me worried glances. I've been zoning out and not fucking around like I usually do. I don't want my pack members to see any form of weakness, especially not right now when I need to be strong for them. We have a war. I have to make sure the pups and the females are safe; I have to make sure the men are fully prepared and mobilized; and I have to make sure the rival pack hasn't gotten any spies into my pack, as I managed to do with theirs. I totally trust my pack members, but you can never be too prepared for a war. My father has taught me to be ten steps ahead of my enemies, so I'm never caught off guard. I just checked in with the spy, and I realize that they're also seriously preparing for the war. I can't blame them; no pack has ever gone against ours and made it out alive. Our rivalry with this pack has existed since the reign of my grandfather, apparently, and I don't think in the generations to come peace will be made.

Apparently, my grandfather won the heart of the rival Ppacks woman and chose him over him. That'stough. I can understand the animosity, but they keep refusing to make peace, and we won't either; we will always be ready for them. After the first war, my grandfather and his army won and took treasures from them—their beautiful women and turned them into whores, their able men and turned them into slaves—the rivalry never died; if anything, it has gotten worse over time. Their anger towards us hasn't died ever since; they keep attacking, and we don't ever back down. That's why this pack is one of the most feared and considered the cruelest of them all, and I love the fear the knowledge of our cruelty has instilled in them.

No one in their right mind will ever try to hurt anyone belonging to this pack. I called my assistant to ask about the progress being made on the safety of the other pack members who won't be going to war. I'm pleased with the progress report. I might admit it to their meeting, but I'm proud to have such competent people in my corner. I can go to sleep knowing things will get done to perfection. But for some reason, looking at my beta assistant, Ryan, I can see the dark circles under his eyes. I caught him yawning a couple of times during the last meeting, and I can tell he is definitely more stressed than he looks and lets on. It's not just the fact that there is an

unexplainable need to please and never defy the alpha in all pack members of a pack. But Ryan and I have a special bond. He feels indebted, as I saved the lives of his sisters and mother during one of the wars. He has been not just loyal but competent. He has never given me a reason to regret saving his family, and I'm lucky to have him in my space. With all these thoughts, I tell him, "You can take the weekend off, Ryan." A flicker of surprise passes through his handsome features, but its gone as soon as I say, but I never miss anything. "Have I given you a reason not to want me around to help you handle the pack business? I'll fix it immediately". But I chuckle. "You should know how reliable I find you, Ryan; you are literally my right-hand man, but I need you in your full capacity when the war comes. And you are drained from all the past week's activities."

"A good night's rest can fix that. Alpha King, the war is approaching; a lot has been done and a lot still has to be done. I can't lose steam, especially not right now." His willingness and attitude towards matters relating to the pack were refreshing. I loved him for his work ethics and ability to get things done without mistakes. But I could tell this break was really needed. Inasmuch as I wanted to use him for his benefits, he deserved a break, so I stood my ground on my decision for him to take a break