Chapter 1: PROLOGUE_HER GAMMA VALENTINE
“Good morning, Bren!” said a familiar friendly voice from behind him.
“Hey Jack, how’s everything so far?” Bren greeted back. He just finished his early morning tea, created new mixtures and had completed his personal meditation session at the poolside bar and was now walking back to the packhouse as per his daily habit.
“You know, same old, same old. How are you doing with the part-time bartender gig? Do you like it? I can still move you to the kitchen since I’m the head chef after all. I’ll take you in, no problem.”
“Nah, thank you. I’m really just happy where I am. Besides, I can work on my special mixes while I’m there at the pool’s bar,” the former rouge agent casually admitted. “And the Gamma really needs me to assist him right now.”
“OK, suit yourself,” sighed the kitchen chef and leader cook in mock defeat. “Just saying, in case you change your mind later.”
“I don’t think I ever will, but thanks anyway, dude.” Bren said with a short chuckle, as he walked away from Jack and entered the main entrance of the packhouse.
He went directly to where the mail cubbies were. It’s part of Brenner’s early morning ritual to check his friend’s - who’s now his boss - snail mail before going up to the executive office of the pack house.
The part-time bartender smiled as he viewed a large Manila envelope with the name Ma’Heron Denar, inside one of the small wooden off-white cubicles, knowing that it was something his new employer would be so pleased to see. As he pulled it out, a smaller package, the size of a legal-sized envelope got dragged out as well.
“Oh, what is this? That’s weird. Why would this envelope be here?” he asked himself in a low voice. “It’s addressed to the Alpha, but it’s in the Gamma’s mail slot? Odd, indeed…”
About five minutes later, the tall, slim but athletic man entered the Alpha’s office with the multiple packages in hand. The larger one contained plane tickets, passports, and reservation details, which he gave to Ma’Heron - aka M - who was in the middle of an animated discussion with his Alpha, Vincent Riegel, and Silvercrest’s Beta, Aaron Keizer.
The three men inside the large office, each of them muscular, broad-shouldered, tall, and good-looking in their own ways, all looked at Bren as he rattled off his report to his immediate superior, “Gamma, I finally got everything in order for you and your wife’s special wedding anniversary.”
Ma’Heron’s small smile, one of the very few proofs outside of his marriage that he is still capable of feeling, was evident upon hearing the word “wife”. This was not lost to V and Aaron, who were hiding mischievous smiles of their own at the sight of their Gamma M’s reaction to his upcoming wedding celebration.
Well, technically it’s not really a wedding that they’re celebrating…
“Dude, you marked each other, not married each other,” joked Aaron, who was now sporting a thin beard matching V’s thicker but clean-cut facial hair in an effort to look more mature. “You never even proposed to her, right?”
M’s stare was steely and his smile had now disappeared. “If you must know, I am planning to ‘marry’ her following the usual human custom despite the fact that it’s no longer required for us after we’ve marked our mates. Seriously, Aaron, just because you’re my brother-in-law now…”
“OK, knock it off you two. When we start talking about our mates, this usually happens,” interrupted V as he started checking the mail that Bren had also brought along with him.
“Nope, he just has issues with me because his younger sister is my mate now,” Aaron said with a small laugh. “I think he still can’t accept the fact that Diwa ended up with me.”
“Please, that’s all in the past, bro. No reason for us to go back to it. What’s done is done. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to call my wife right now.”
Ma’Heron took out his mobile phone inside his coat’s left breast pocket and walked a few steps away from his companions. He then made the call. Alexia’s mobile phone rang beyond the typical three to five rings that his wife usually waited for before answering…
The Gamma’s forehead knitted together and a slight scowl formed on his clean shaven, square-jawed face.
Hmmm, odd… that’s five rings already. She should have picked up by now.
Finally, he heard the familiar click of someone answering the phone, “Oh Alexia, I called to let you know about…”
“Hello there, Ma’He. Sorry, but your wife can’t answer the phone right now. Please let your Alpha know I have a letter that we’ve expedited for him. For Alex’s sake, I hope he responds as soon as possible.”
It was a snide male voice that curtly answered. It chilled the good-looking Gamma to the bone since its familiar timbre opened up hateful memories that he never wished to remember.
The phone call ended just as his past began to haunt him…
Fucking hell, that can’t be him… How dare he, if he has done anything to my mate Alexia! He will pay and regret the day he survived our packs’ combat years before!”
Meanwhile somewhere quite a distance away from the Silvercrest Enterprise skyscraper…
“Alpha, we have managed to kidnap Dr. Van Der Meer as you ordered. But she is literally out cold for now due to the chloroform we have used on her. I hope it is to your fancy, Sir…”
“Very good, Gamma. Now be sure she arrives here before she awakens so I can inject her with our special concoction. I have so many things planned for our good doctor since our marriage was abruptly cancelled before because of the appearance of her so-called mate,” the unknown Alpha leader bitterly stated with gritted teeth. “No matter, she is once again mine to do as I please and this time absolutely nothing will stop me… Not her or even that damned asshole of an attorney mate stealer bastard!” the mysterious angry voice in the other line determinedly exclaimed furiously. “Everything that both your merged packs owns will be mine… ALL mine!” The unknown sore loser repeated just because he secretly admired the sound of his own voice and loved to gloat.