Don’t Touch

Killian POV

Pleasantries aside, I feel drawn to this small Alaskan town. Of course it helps being a King, everyone is overly accommodating. But the town is quaint and uncomplicated, unlike many of the busier towns in the world, this one's quiet. Peaceful.

Geographically speaking it's a great place for wolves, less people and lots of room to roam. I try to keep a fairly steady presence in the world of werewolves to ensure everyone is falling in line, and reminding them when they cross it. Well, actually more remind their peers where not to cross on a account of they rarely live to pass along. I don't have time to babysit. If I am visiting, and it's not routine upkeep of face you'll probably never see me coming until it's too late.

I have a reputation to uphold after all. And I can't have anyone think I've gone soft.

Oh and there is that other thing…. I'm a Lycan. Enough said. I'm faster, stronger, and will outlive generations of wolves so it really behoves everyone to respect the crown.

We arrived late last night. The timing worked out that we will be here for a weeks time. The pack here is small but steady. I've not had any issues here for several generations. They have insisted we stay until their Full Moon Gala the following Friday. As much as I'd rather not, there's a slim chance my mate could be here and so I will attend. But also, it would give me a week to enjoy the fresh air and potentially find her before the Gala. The future alpha turns 18 this year so I'll put my welcome face on and have a grand ol' chat. And the lack of humans to have to keep face for is refreshing for the week.

Lycans do not require as much maintenance as wolves but my Delta has absolutely insisted on coffee this morning. Claiming we'd "need the caffeine" after getting in so late. I'm sure my eyes rattled around in my skull at that excuse. The years have not tarnished his soul at all and he is quite excited by the possibility of finding his mate. So any errand that needs running, he is the first to volunteer. I chuckle to myself at his enthusiasm every time.

Lycan mates are so very special to us. But not only that, Lycans love females. And not in the womanizer type of way, but just in the animalistic ways of our DNA. Females are prized, they are able to carry young and are seen as partners not objects. Certainly not the way humans see women. And for a Lycan, it's possible that any female, regardless of species could be someone's ethereal. Especially being as myself, the King, has not found my own, any female roaming the earth could be her and all my Lycans never know who she may be. Treading lightly as if every female they come in contact with could be the Queen, until they find their own mates. We all long for our mates whether we realize it or not. Our worlds are lonely and our Lycan soul craves that kind of connection. Willing to find it at all costs.

Speaking of which, I can hear him coming down the driveway now. He's still a ways away but my Lycan hearing can pick up his cadence. A second later I hear him mind linking us.

"Special delivery! Caffeine in a cup"

I can't help my eye roll and smirk. The guys got a serious addiction problem. My Beta and Gamma enter the office space. The Alpha of this pack has offered us a decent sized house on the outskirts of town, so we have are own privacy. We will meet with him and his family later today. Given all the matters I deal with daily, staying in the pack house wouldn't work and it would also probably stress out all the wolves there too. Unless we constantly suppress our aura it would be overwhelming for them.

He's close enough to hear me say, " I take it your still single."

" har, har, har! I can hardly believe it either." He says full of sarcasm.

I chuckle a bit. By this point he's made it through the house and is entering the office.

He makes his way to my desk and sets down the car carrier with all our coffees. The air he brings into the room with him finally hits me.

I feel part of my soul leave my body as I suck the air into my lungs in massive gulps. Before either of us realize what's happened my Lycan has come forward, leaped over the desk, taken him by the neck and slammed us both into the wall across the room.

Jasper, my Delta, has a horrified look on his face. I can see my own reflection in his eyes as his Lycan has now come forward to defend them from my attack.

Rhett and Zane are in my peripherals but no better than to intervene. My Lycan, Darius, leans forward near Jaspers throat and inhales. We can taste the sweetest smell of gardenia and hazelnut on him. Darius is enraged, "this male has touched mate."

I hear all three take in sharp breaths.

"W-what" Jasper stammers out as he takes back control from his Lycan. "Killian, you know me… I would never try to steal your mate from you." At the word steal, Darius snarls. Jaspers hands fly up in apology.

I fight for control but Darius isn't done yet. He flips Jasper around and starts smelling him all over. We conclude his hands never touched her, and it seems only his back made any contact with her. I urge Darius to give me back control, I know Jasper more than any of us wants only to find his mate he wouldn't go after one that's not his. With a huff, Darius gets back in front of Jasper, clearly to dominate and hisses "don't touch" before relinquishing control.