Alpha Alec's Redemption

Three years later..

I stared at my watch for Hunter. Hunter was not only one of my few friends, but he was also an alpha himself. Our packs have had an alliance since our dads discovered we were friends back when we were around ten.

Our dads had never gotten along, but when they discovered our friendship, despite being enemy packs, they set their differences aside for our sake. Apart from Jason, Micah, and my sister, he was the only other person I trusted with my life.

“Is there anything else I can get you, Mr. Ashford?” The waiter asked.

I’ve been here for about ten minutes. I hated being late and most importantly, I hated when people didn’t keep the f** time.

“Yes, another glass,” I answered, my patience getting thin with each damn second that passed.

“Right away, Alpha, sir,”

When he leaves, I gulp the remainder of my whiskey and lean back against the comfortable seat.

My head was buzzing, with my thoughts refusing to give me a break. I’m not one to drink while I have a lot of things weighing me down, I needed a clear head for such situations. That being said, today I just wanted to escape my busy mind. Sure, alcohol doesn’t really affect werewolves, but it does take the edge off a little bit.

I groan again when I check my watch. Hunter was now almost fifteen minutes late and it was **g me off. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was doing this just to pi** me off since he knows I hate ta**s.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Forget my d**n drink. I was about to stand up and leave, when the b**d finally showed up, grinning like an idiot.

“I’m here, baby, did you miss me?” he asked, the**d grin still firmly in place.

I fist my hands, just so I don’t swing at him. I was on edge. I was stressed. I was f**g angry. Not only because of him, but because it’s been three g**n years and we’re still not even close to figuring out anything about the curse.

The condition of my pack had worsened. Jason, Micah, and I, being the highest ranks, were the only ones not severely affected. We were starting to feel the effects though and that scared me. I couldn’t be a weak leader. It would spell doom for my entire pack.

Since I was desperate, I confided in Hunter about a year ago, hoping he’d help.

“**k Hunter, you know I hate it when someone is t**dy.” I fumed but the a**hole just smirked at me.

“That’s why I did it. You need to chill and stop being serious all the time.”

I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. I don’t know how we’ve gone this long without me snapping his neck.

“Why did you ask to meet me?” I sat down, just as the waiter came back with my drink.

“Because Jason and Micah wanted you out of your office. They said you needed some time to relax, and that’s where I come in,” he answered distractedly, his eyes firmly fixed on a brunette in a tight short dress.

“Seriously? Why the f**k would they do that?”

“Isn’t it obvious? They are worried about you and so am I. You’re killing yourself with exhaustion, stressing about it, and trying to figure out the curse that you’re barely living. You’re like a d**n robot, always in your office going over texts, videos, etcetera. You barely sleep or eat, and let’s not forget how you seem to be on edge and on the verge of losing it.”

His eyes were now back on me and I hated the intensity. It was like he was trying to search my soul and I f**g hated it.

“So what was your plan? Bring me here and get me drunk?” I asked sarcastically. “Alcohol won’t do a d**n thing.”

*Sure, but it will loosen you up enough for me to get you some good p**y. You need to get laid. We both know that sex is a great stress reliever.”

“I’m not going to waste my time f**g a faceless woman when should be trying to figure out how to help my pack,” I growled, Knox near the surface.

*er raises his hands in surrender and bows slightly. He may be an alpha, but I was still more inant. That’s the thing with our world: even alphas have ranks within themselves. Some are more dominant than others.