Chapter 4 Work Hard, Play Harder
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I rummaged through the lists of new postings alongside my Beta, Don, in my office and rubbed my temples in annoyance. "This is exactly why I had no intention of taking over yet another pack, never mind the Silver Moon Pack. We have over 5,000 wolves to reassign now," I grunted.
"As if Max gave you a choice in the matter. He was plucking our guards one by one. Then he openly admitted he was coming for our pack—the Midnight Pack, for fuck's sake! That wolf must have been either a complete maniac or ridiculously stupid," he protested and threw a chair against the wall. The wall had a massive round hole, and three of the metal legs on the chair had broken off. "Alpha," he stared down in submission, "I'm sorry. I should know better than to let my anger loose."
Alpha Jaxon chuckled lowly, which then turned into a full belly laugh. "Listen, Don, there are a few reasons why I don't want this pack. Although I value your dedication to me over the years, how would you feel about being appointed Alpha of Silver Moon?" Beta Don's eyes widened in amazement at the words he had just heard. Just then, a single tear fell down his cheek.
"Alpha, while that is the greatest honor you could have bestowed upon me, it is one that I have no desire to see through. I am proud to stand by you as my Alpha until the day I return to the Moon Goddess," he smiled apologetically. Suddenly, he cocked an eyebrow, staring Alpha Jaxon straight in the eyes. "I realize I am speaking out of turn, sir, but does your hesitancy to take over the Silver Moon Pack have something to do with that girl yesterday?"
Shivers immediately ran through my body at the sudden mention of her—my mate. I wanted to scream to the rooftops for everyone to know she was indeed my mate, but I knew better than that. I also owed Beverly for standing by my side through countless battles, overtaking numerous packs, and understanding me—for me and for the Alpha I was. She was almost as fierce as I was; she demanded respect in any room she entered. My mate was a meek little werewolf, sexy beyond words though. I was sure she could make me submit with that wet, tight pussy I had watched her play with earlier. Just the thought of her made me hard as a rock, a pearl of pre-come soaking through my shorts.
"Don, please. She's a meek little werewolf. What impact could she possibly have on a beast like me?" I rolled my eyes as I answered his question.
"Meek, maybe, but she's the most gorgeous werewolf I've laid eyes on out of all the packs we've conquered. What I would do to have my cock deep inside her throat..." Don daydreamed.
A low growl escaped from Alpha Jaxon. "ENOUGH!" he demanded. "I don't have time to deal with your sex fantasies, Don. These pack lists need to be completed by the end of the day."
Beta Don glared down, sensing that Alpha Jaxon was being uptight over the meek mystery werewolf girl. Alpha Jaxon and Beta Don had been best friends since they were mere pups, chasing each other through the clearing of the forest, dreaming of the day they would take over their fathers' positions. Unfortunately, the elder Alpha had died in a surprise rogue attack. Don's father, Beta at that time, had stepped down with the passing of the Alpha. He soon died from what was believed to be a broken heart following the Alpha's passing. His mother passed soon after from the loss of her mate. Alphas had that effect on their packs; their wolves became one with their Alpha. They swore to protect their Alpha family at all costs, just as an Alpha would swear to take care of all the wolves in his pack.
"Look, Jax, I'm talking to you as your best friend here. I think the planning of the mating ceremony with Beverly and the stress of attaining another pack is really getting to you. I can't watch you deteriorate like this; our pack needs a strong leader. Some of the Deltas and Enforcers are going to the Lone Wolf tonight for drinks. I really think you should come," explained Beta Don.
Jaxon paused for a moment. He really didn't have time to waste going out to a bar and watching the other werewolves get sloppy. Don was right, though; he acknowledged to himself that Beverly was driving him nuts obsessing over all the details of the mating ceremony planning and, soon after, her official coronation as Luna. Not to mention, acquiring a new pack and, of course, his meek little mate. He had a feeling his best friend was going to force him out either way.
Admitting defeat, he shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, Don, but I'm leaving at exactly midnight. You know I don't have the energy for this shit right now."
Don let out a smirk while extending his arms in a forward air punch. "YES! Think of it as a wolf version of your bachelor party. Even though I've told you before that mating Beverly is the wrong decision, Luna material or not, you should wait for your true mate. Fuck what the rumors say. The Moon Goddess would never do that to any wolf; your mate is probably taking her sweet time to find you. Just as stubborn as you are, I imagine. The guys are going to be so amped to hear that you're coming, though." Jaxon smiled. It had been a while since he'd seen his friend so excited about anything. It had been a trying few months—that's one thing they could both agree on.
It seemed that Jaxon's agreement to attend his so-called bachelor party tonight made Don aggressively efficient at finishing their work for the day. He must have been really excited to let loose, Jaxon pondered. Jaxon locked up his office and strolled down the dimly lit hallway to his bedroom. After a cold shower spent thinking about his mate and what he one day wanted to do to her, he stood naked, trying to figure out what to wear. He sighed, thinking about how he would rather sneak out of her bedroom again; maybe he'd catch another show. Shivers shot down his spine at how perfectly his name rolled off her tongue as she touched herself.
His closet was bigger than some of the pack rooms in the pack house, perfectly organized dress shirts hung by color. He scoffed at the sight. Overbearing was one way to put it. Beverly lived for organization, claiming the key to keeping a pack organized was to start within themselves as Alpha and Luna.
He pulled out a black dress shirt and threw it on. "Too Alpha," he thought. He then tried on a white, slim dress shirt that outlined every muscle on his body and thought, "Too Alpha desperate." He stumbled across a red dress shirt and paused for a minute. He thought about how it was supposed to be a fun night out. He also didn't want to intimidate his pack—Alpha or not—so he settled on the red dress shirt, feeling as if it made him look more playful.
