DOMINIC
THWACK
The blow sends Calvin sprawling to the floor of my study, his lip busted and bleeding.
“How dare you?!” I growl. “How dare you disrespect me in front of all those wolves?! In front of Viktor?!”
“Alpha -”
“Shut up!” I roar as I send a kick straight into his middle section, making him cough out blood. “It is bad enough that the other wolves gave no regard for us but you too. And to show your disrespect in front of them! Do you know what you have done?!”
“Alpha, please!” He gasps. “If you had killed Viktor in front of those wolves, in his own pack, they could have killed us too. And even if they didn’t… it would mean war with the other packs. You said it yourself: we are in bad standing with the packs!”
“Is that what gave you the right to manhandle me?! You, my own beta, joined forces with my enemies to drag me out. Do you deny that?!” I ask before stomping on him.
“I am sorry,” he begs, his face bloody as he looks at me desperately.
“I know what you want,” I say as I lean over him. “And let me tell you, the only way you can ever have my position will be over my dead body, got it?” I snark before kicking him in the face with enough force to render him unconscious.
I walk out of the study in anger and startle the wolf standing by.
“Get him out of there,” I tell him before heading to my room for a shower.
As I make my way through the mansion, the silence echoes.
It is not like there were a lot of wolves staying in the mansion before, but at any given time, there were at least ten to fifteen wolves moving around, attending to things.
The only wolves that remain now vanish like smoke the moment they hear me coming.
How did we end up this way?
This is pathetic.
It was never like this in my father’s time.
It is clear they have no respect for me.
Especially now that I have no Luna and no heir.
I need an heir.
I need one urgently.
But the task of finding a she wolf, one that would be compatible with me enough to bear a child… It will be hard.
Clarisse, the poor thing wasn’t strong enough to bear my child because-
Wait.
She had problems with her pregnancies because we weren’t mates!
But I have a mate.
Louisa.
Yes, she might be weak and all that, but if she can bear me a child… that would be all I need
I will raise it myself, train out any of its mother’s inherent weaknesses it would have inherited, and build it to my own perfect image.
Yes… that would be much easier.
And a child between me and her would give me a foothold… a right to control the coalition.
The other packs would have to fear me then
Respect me
It is a good plan.
Now, I just need to get the bitch to see reason.
I mean, she, too, must be in need of a child. And she must know she can’t have any with that bastard Viktor.
It will be hard, of course, having to sleep with her, but a few times would do the trick.
Of course, she would have to remain here during the pregnancy, but surely she wouldn’t mind that.
I could tell her that I had forgiven her betrayal and her joining of hands with Viktor and allow her to come home.
Remove the stigma of being a rogue from her and raise her to the status of Luna.
She would be grateful.
And I will get what I want.
But… I need to make plans.
Women like her will want to play hard to get, thinking that because she has whored herself to Viktor, she can afford to be picky.
I need to show her how wrong she is and how much honor she will get by being my Luna.
Even if it is just in name only.
“Unbelievable,” I mutter as I strip my clothes and head into the shower.
It is ridiculous the amount of work I am about to put in for a woman.
A weak one at that.
I finish with my shower and quickly get dressed in a black jean and a white shirt before making my way out of the room.
“Where is my beta?” I demand from the first wolf I see.
“He was taken to the pack clinic, alpha?”
Really?
I didn’t even hit him that much, and yet he is in the pack clinic?
Are my wolves getting weaker?
It just means that they are slacking in their training and need to toughen up.
Pathetic.
I grunt at the wolf in acknowledgment before making my way there.
It is not a place I usually frequent or one that I spend too much thought on.
I believe the only reason a wolf should go to the pack clinic is if they are dying or if a wolf is about to give birth.
Barring those two reasons, the clinic is useless.
I step into the pack clinic, and my eyes scan the space.
The walls are painted a dull white, which makes the flickering fluorescent lights above me give off an eerie glow, which casts shadows on the worn-out linoleum floor.
The air is stale, and heavy with the scent of disinfectant and something faintly metallic.
To my left, a row of mismatched chairs lines the wall, their faded upholstery torn in places, exposing yellowed foam. A few scattered magazines lie on a small coffee table, their pages dog-eared and worn. A water cooler hums in the corner, its plastic exterior cracked and faded.
Ahead of me, a reception desk shows the scars of years of use. Scratches and dents mar its surface, and a worn-out keyboard and mouse sit atop a cluttered workspace.
A phone with a cracked screen and a tangled cord lies beside a dusty computer monitor.
Unbelievable
This place looks like some deserted building.
Can’t they take care of it better?
And they have the nerve to ask me for more funds.
I mean, the whole space feels like it is barely holding on.
“Alpha!” The head healer calls as he hurries over to me. “Wha.. what brings you here?” He asks with a bow
“Where is Calvin?” I demand, ignoring his greeting.
“He is in the third room down the hall. The-”
I walk away without giving him time to finish whatever he has to say.
I have pressing things in my mind.
“Calvin. I need you to-” I begin as I push open the door, only to come to a halt as to who is in the room with him. “Mother!” I exclaim as I walk towards her. “I had no idea you were com-”
THWACK!
Unbelievable
What is it with people thinking they can get away with hitting me?