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Haunted

Alpha Jack:

The moonlight seeping through the terrace doors, brought me a small sliver of peace, while this blonde-haired bitch sucked my cock.

The wolf in me needed a release but was not having any interest in the current bitch sucking, bobbing, and moaning.

My mind was elsewhere, grabbing her head with both hands, slamming my cock into the depths of her throat, gasping for breath.

Closing my eyes, thinking about those silver eyes that haunt my dreams.

I felt the twitching pain of my release with the long drawn out gasp of the momentary relaxation. That moment was interrupted by the high-toned voice, trying to be seductive but was annoying me instead.

“GET OUT!” I yelled at her grabbing her throat lifting her slender body from the ground.

She was clawing at my hand, kicking her feet as I strode across my room opening the door throwing her out on her ass.

Not giving a fuck if she was naked.

Slamming the door behind me as I made my way back to the terrace.

“You could have just thrown her over the balcony.” Eli my Beta laughed as he entered my room.

“What, waste money and time cleaning up her filthy blood from the stone. I do not think so.” I laughed sitting down on the black lacquered cushioned chair, pouring two glasses of whiskey.

“Well, I can see your mood is still as peachy as ever. I take it that you are still haunted in your dreams.” Eli said sipping his whiskey, sucking in his breath rolling his lips over his teeth.

“Two fucking years, since I had the first dream, each time they get clearer and clearer. It is like the air is being sucked from my lungs thinking about them but get aroused at the same fucking time” I gulped down the whiskey in one breath, pouring another.

“It sounds like you need something to take your mind off of things.” Eli said holding his glass up winking at me.

“What do you suggest might do to help?” I said raising an eyebrow, side looking at him smiling at my question.

“Well seeing you get a “hard-on” whenever you have the chance to fight or see blood, how about we hold a Fighters Championship here. Invite all the neighboring fighters, rumor has it, Titan has an exceptional fighter. A female.” Eli laughed knowing all too well Titan is a scumbag.

“A female. Hah do not make me laugh.” I said laughing rolling my eyes at the thought of a female fighter.

“Don’t knock it until you see it for yourself. I hear she is undefeated, even against Damian’s best fighter, Zan.” Eli flashed his evil smile, knowing that caught my attention.

Zan was a beast of a fighter, hybrid were-vamp. Incredible strength, speed, killing instinct.

“Oh really. This I must see indeed. If she is as good as you say she is, then this will definitely be worth the entertainment.” I smiled sinisterly downing my whiskey.

“Set it up for tomorrow night. I am sure everyone is still awake at this hour.” I said standing up leaning against the railing.

“Oh, I already took the liberty of informing everyone before I found the sack of flesh on her ass in the hallway.” Eli laughed leaning back stretching his arms behind his head.

“See that is why you are my Beta, not just my brother.” I walked past him into the room to go wash that bitch’s saliva off my junk.

After standing under the scalding water for an hour, I made my way to my office to take care of some pack business.

Most of the time I was dealing with rogue attacks, clan disagreements, alliance proposals most of which wanted to marry off their daughters, but I was not having any of that.

I remember my mother always telling me that the Goddess had set someone aside specifically for me, not like her. She was forced into marriage with my bastard father, who had his long list of side fucks. Later, I found out that she had discovered her mate, but my father being the cold-hearted killer he was, tortured and killed him in front of her.

She locked herself away in her room, only allowing Eli and myself to enter. We watched as she slowly killed herself, vowing to haunt our father until the day he died.

Talk about poetic justice, because shortly after her death, he slowly lost his mind. Wondering around the pack lands, screaming for her, chasing after nothing. Being found naked covered in mud, twigs, and leaves, screaming about Celia, my mother.

The day he died, he confessed he had loved her, but could not stand the fact she would never genuinely love him, like a mate.

The oversized brown leather chair caressed my body enough to allow sleep to envelope me.

Piercing silver eyes staring at me through the blackness of unconsciousness. Silent, eerie stillness immobilizing my body to make a move or sound. Just those piercing silver eyes.

Click. Door closing, feet approaching.

“What time is it?” I asked rubbing my hands over my face, looking through my fingers at Eli’s piercing green eyes, our mother’s eyes. He stood tall at 6’4, light sandy brown hair, dark tan from being outdoors all the time, strong defined jawline accented with a narrow semi-pointed nose.

“About two hours until showtime.” He chuckled pouring two glasses of bourbon.

“Everything ready for the Fight?” I asked taking the glass from his hand leaning my elbows forward on the large Cherry desk.

“Preparations are complete, Seth is finishing up the final details as we speak. Almost everyone has arrived, no surprise Titan is not here yet, but word came in from his convoy their about thirty minutes out.” Eli huffed swirling his bourbon watching the small waves circle the clear etched glass.

“Good. Seth has been proving himself worthy of Gamma, even though I felt he was too inexperienced.” I said turning my chair around facing the floor to ceiling window overlooking the Louisiana bayou.

“Yes, I agree, but seeing we took over the clan at young ages, gave us an upper hand in taking him under our wings.” Eli laughing lightly thinking about the day our father died.

I was twenty and Eli was nineteen, both inexperienced but knew enough about the clan businesses and politics to keep our shit together.

“Six years, and we are the most feared clan in the states, not to mention our love of bloodshed.” I laughed thinking about the nickname “Bloodless” that was beseeched after a neighboring clan tried to overtake us shortly after our father died.

What a laughingstock that was, there best warriors were no match against my second-tier warriors.

“Titan’s convoy just pulled up.” Seth linked.

“Good, show them to their staging tent. We will be down shortly.” I linked back.

“Well it looks like our last guest has arrived. Shall we get ready to join the entertainment.” I laughed standing up from my chair.

Eli following, downing the rest of his bourbon. Walking out into the hallways as a sense of stillness filled the hallways as my guards filed in behind Eli and myself, making our way to the fighting arena.

“Oh, this is my kind of fun.” Goki, my wolf laughed

“Yes, I agree.” I nodded silently.

“Are we going to play too?” He licked his sharp protruding fangs.

“Depends if I find a worthy opponent.” I chuckled.

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