10, Not an Alpha by blood

Tite

I looked at the patch the man wore. This was their Alpha? I had more Alpha in my pinky than this man had in his entire body. It got me wondering why they had elected him Alpha. I knew from Bones’ stories that the man in front of me hadn’t become Alpha by blood. Neither by birth nor by fight. The former Alpha, or Prez as the human said, had no children, no siblings, he died without an heir. Bones had been offered the role, but turned it down. He didn’t go into details of why. But was this man in front of me the best other option? I was starting to see where the issues might have their root. There was a reason a pack, or a club, had a hierarchy and why the top dog was the Alpha. Werewolves and men like this were more alike than either would like to admit. There was a primal instinct in us and it needed a safe outlet. The pack, or club, provided that. But if the structure was weak, the members would get out of control. Everyone knew that the pack was only as strong as its Alpha and Luna. I could feel the chaos of this group of men. My wolf scented it in the air and my witch could feel it in the eather. Their Alpha was weak, and they were under strain. They were ready to be their primal selves. It would end in chaos and death. As he glared at me, I looked back at him. One of the men by his side stepped up to me. By human standards he was quite impressive. By werewolf standards, he was little below average. He got up in my face.

“Did they send you as a gift, little girl? Did they think we all needed a good fuck to relax?” he asked and I could see his hand moving to grab me. My wolf wanted to tear his throat out, my witch wanted to curse him to wander the earth without a dick. But we were in the human world. I was happy my uncle Gunnar insisted we trained in human form, with weapons. Our pack had enough interactions with human MC clubs that it was needed. The blade was in my hand and pressed up against his dick before he could touch me.

“Now, now. Mr Grower, not a shower, I think those hands are best kept away from me. We wouldn’t want my hand to slip and accidentally make this any smaller than it already is, would we?” I asked and let the knife slice into the fabric. The man had frozen, his eyes locked at his groin. “Right?” I asked again.

“Right, right,” he said and backed away from me. He tripped on his own feet and fell on his ass right in front of his boss. I didn’t hold back the sigh or the eye roll.

“If this is all this club can offer, I see why the fuck other clubs are declaring open season on you!” I called out in a loud voice. “Threatening an ally? Big men who can’t even take on little me? Enforcers who rush out without assessing the situation leaving their Alpha unprotected? Not even patting me down before I entered your club house? Do you know what I’m carrying?” I asked them. I started pulling my weapons out. Uncle Gunnar had taught me well and had made sure I knew to always be prepared. On the table were three regular knives, eight throwing knives, three guns, a tazer, a baton, and a can of pepper spray. “I could have stabbed you, sliced you, shot you, beat you, shocked you and sprayed you. Honestly, have you become fat and lazy? Have you given up?” I asked.

“Keep that mouth shut!” their leader said as he got up. He was eyeing the pile of weapons on the table.

“Sure thing, Alpha,” I said. He might be a shitty one, but he was the Alpha.

“So this is who the great saviours sent to help us? A fucking girl with an attitude problem?” the Alpha asked Bones. I watched as the two men looked at each other. There was no love lost between the two of them, that much was clear. What the hell was going on here? What kind of shit show had I been dragged into?

“Their prez wanted one of their members to make an initial assessment,” Bones said.

“So why send the girl? Are they trying to piss us off intentionally?” the Alpha asked.

“No. They allow women to be full members. Apparently, she is qualified for the job,” Bones said. He didn’t sound confident and I scoffed in my head. Fucking great, not even my two allies could be trusted. One didn’t think I could do the job and the other, the other was my mate who didn’t want a mate bond. I was alone in this mess, nothing new there. I didn’t speak as the Alpha had told me not to. It didn’t mean my temper didn’t flair. I just kept the sarcasms to my inner dialogue. The Alpha glared at me, I glared back.

“Fuck. Well we don’t have much choice,” he muttered. “Fine! Let everyone know she is to be treated like a brother. Anyone who tries to treat her like a sweet butt, they will face me,” he declared. “Happy with that, sweetheart?” he asked me.

“Thrilled beyond words. Just so I know. If one of these gentlemen tries to lay his hands on me and my humble little knife happens to end up in his ass, what would the consequences be?” I asked. The Alpha continued to glare at me, I heard Bones huff, it sounded close to a laugh.

“Nothing. You have a right to defend yourself. Isn’t that so, Wolf?” the Alpha said.

“True,” Nash said.

“Great. When is dinner? I’m starving,” I said as I started to pick up my weapons and put them in their places.

“Whenever you make it. We will give you a guest room upstairs, it will have a hot plate and a microwave,” Nash said. I looked at him as if he was stupid.

“No joint dinner?” I asked.

“No, we don’t do shit like that,” one of the men said. I stared at him and then at the Alpha. This place needed a makeover. I didn’t know if that was included in my job description, I needed to talk to Ulf.

“Fine. Where can I find a grocery store?” I asked, as I assumed I needed to buy my own food.

“There are simpler foods sold in the commissary, I can show you,” Nash told me. I was about to say yes when I scented something dark and spicy. I turned to look at the man who just walked in. He was taller than most men in the room, he was well built but slim. His dark skin, golden eyes and almost black hair told me he was from someplace south of here. He looked surprised at first then he smirked. I mirrored his smirk.

“Maybe later. I think I need to make a new friend,” I told Nash and walked over the man. “Tite,” I said, reaching out my hand.

“Shadow,” he said, shaking my hand. I raised an eyebrow, he mirrored the gesture.

“Fine, have it your way. Buy a girl a beer?” I asked.

“Sure, go sit at the table in the corner and I will bring beer,” he said. I walked to have a seat and waited for him.