Patrick, Gamma of Black Moon above

Hank POV

Grayson howls in irritation as I try to control a spark of fury rising in my veins. Mikkeli's stone-cold eyes bare holes in mine.

"Are you accusing me of lying to you?" I say slowly, but I can't stop growls leaving my mouth; Greyson is so pissed off.

"I just find it strange that you didn't find it important to inform me about Dickson," Mikkeli says in a calm voice, but the way he looks at me is anything but calm.

"I didn't know that Dickson was originally from your pack, I became the Beta two years after you became an Alpha. Ryan and my grandfather accepted him, and I had no reason to be bothered by their decision. If I mislead you, it wasn't intentional," I spit, and Mikkel's eyes narrowed.

I can sense his angry wolf, but Greyson for sure doesn't feel intimidated, at least not yet.

"But it seems you didn't find it strange that Patrick told you nothing about Dickson even though he now resides in my previous packland?" I mock I can't control myself.

Mikkeli growls dangerously, and you can cut the tension literally with the knife. For a very long moment, we just glare at each other. I know he is my Alpha, and I should show respect, but I won't allow him to accuse me of anything, especially so serious as a lie.

"Patrick became a Gamma three years ago; before that, he was studying law at the university. He wasn't present here when I took over and got rid of all the dirt, including Dickson. It wasn't my intention to offend you, Hank, but you must understand that..."

"You trust him more than me. I understand we don't know each other that well, but if every time we will have a problem, your first instinct will be to suspect me this merge won't work," I spit.

Mikkeli takes a big breath and starts banging his fingers on his desk as I count slowly in my head; it helps me relax a little.

"I trust you, Hank, or more specifically, Hannah trusts and values you, and that's the best recommendation you may ever have. I saw you in battle; I know you are a strong warrior, but Hayden went through your pack income books, and some things just do not make any sense."

I swallow my irritation and answer.

"I was 20 years old when I became the Beta; my grandfather did a good job, but because of his age, not as good as should've been done. When I took over, my priority was security; we have very big problems with rogues and discipline. That was my job; Ryan and I didn't get along too well, so we set boundaries pretty quickly. I was in charge of warriors and protection. He was in charge of managing. I knew he sucked in it because we had many problems with supplies. Pack budget wasn't my concern, so I have no idea what else you can find there, Alpha."

"Well, I intend to check it thoroughly. Now, please tell me what you know about Dickson?" he asks.

"He is nobody important; I think he does nothing in the pack except manage some patrols from time to time and supervise sales of hunted meat; he lives quietly. I barely had any interactions with him."

"Was he close to Ryan?"

"Not if I'm aware of it. If you are interested in him, I can ask Rob to check. His father is Dickson's friend, so it shouldn't be too suspicious."

Mikkeli nods in agreement, and I ask the question which bothers me.

"May I ask why he was banished from here?"

"He was one of my father's friends, but he was caught stealing by him and punished. It later turned out that he was abusing his mate and children, she wasn't his true mate, and she didn't want him dead, but I managed to get the council to agree to break the bond between them. His family later transferred the pack, but I still didn't want here the child's abuser and a fucking thief. But what really makes me interesting is why Ryan accepted him into his pack, especially since he knew about him stealing from my father."

I tense, that definitely is a serious question, but still, that doesn't excuse Mikkeli from accusing me of anything. I ask for permission to leave, which I'm granted. Good, our wolves are still ready to sink teeth into each other.

I go in the direction of the kitchen just to hear Celia telling Hannah and the other women that she tried to kill herself. I clench my fists, feeling Greyson growling even more dangerously than before. Fury is rising in my veins.

Celia doesn't stay in the kitchen; she doesn't see me as she leaves and heads in the direction of our room, I manage to see tears in her eyes, and that's when my control snaps.

I follow her and catch her just a moment before she has a chance to open the door to my apartment. I push her on the door and press myself firmly to her back, my nose in the crock of her neck. She stiffens as I use one hand to hold her hips, and my second start to roam alongside her body. Greyson growls lowly:

"Mine," as our lips start nibbling the skin on her shoulder.

I feel her slightly trembling, but instead of letting her go, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me as I keep sucking the crook of her neck and...

"Hank, leave her alone now." 

We hear a strong voice and see Hannah standing with Rose in the corridor.

Greyson is still very close to the surface and far from wanting to step away from Celia but immediately follows Hannah's command. He still struggles to accept Alpha's leadership fully but has no such problem with Luna. He accepted Hannah's power over him instantly. He slowly backs away into the back of my mind, and I feel much calmer than before.

"Celia, I think it will be better if you go back with Rose to the kitchen and finish my drink," Hannah says, still baring holes in my face.

Celia wriggles from my hold almost instantly; I can see how pale she's become as she passes us and runs downstairs.

I feel ashamed of my action but still manage to maintain eye contact with Hannah.

"You can't scare her like that, no matter what, Hank. There is no excuse for that type of behavior," Hannah says.

"I'm sorry I will never do that again."

"Hope so, because I will remove her from your care if ever anything like today happens again. Am I clear?"

I feel my eyes shifting; Greyson isn't happy but still doesn't dare and doesn't want to challenge Luna. Hannah takes a deep breath and comes closer.

"I've been watching you since Celia came here. Hank, are you sure that your mating bond is gone?"

Rob POV

A white blur runs in front of me. He is very fast; my wolf must use all his strength to keep up with him. He enjoys this chase definitely too much; I can feel his excitement, his eagerness, his lust. As we pass the trees, as our paws bang on the ground, I can only focus on the marvelous view in front of me. I wonder what would happen if we were alone here?

But thankfully, the rest of the hunting party is right beside me, so I know I won't do anything stupid when I finally catch up with him. Because I'm sure I will, Kyle's wolf may be fast but isn't strong enough to maintain such a great speed for too long.

Today we are hunting. It's also the third day since Kyle become a part of my daily routine. As soon as I came back from a visit to my parent's house, I was greeted not only with news that Kyle is now a member of tracking teams but that he is assigned to be a member of my patrol team permanently, even though he is still in training.

Fuck, I didn't even have a chance to proceed with what happened when I saw him for the first time in his wolf's form. So beautiful, so tempting, so... Goddess, my wolf Blake has never pushed so strongly to get control than in that moment. When I shifted, I was afraid of what would happen, but Blake only got close to Kyle and started to sniff him and nuzzle him. Nobody seemed suspicious, some wolves have a tendency to show special protectiveness about omega members of the pack, and they assumed that that is the case.

Kyle doesn't look at me when we train, but his wolf is more than happy to interact with mine, and I let that happen. I try to keep my cool and show nothing but indifference during the hours we have to spend together. But Blake loves playing with his mate, and honestly, I don't have the strength to stop him from doing it.

Every day is torture. We start our duties under Dalton's surveillance and go for patrol or hunting. Kyle is really skilled in detecting animals in the woods; I must give him this advantage; his nose is very keen. When we run through the forest, all I can feel is pure enjoyment. At least in the woods, I don't have to pretend that I don't look at him, that I don't keep inhaling his divine scent, and that I don't enjoy being so close to him. Goddess, I should reject him, but since Blake saw his mate, all he wants to do is to pin him to the ground and finish mating.

Thankfully Kyle doesn't train with my team in his human form yet, but still, the fact that now I can smell him on the training grounds all the time and catch small glimpses of him from time to time, and I know that he is so close to me, doesn't make it any better. I can't focus, I feel tense all the time, and I'm jealous. I've seen how some warriors look at him, and the bloodlust of my wolf increased immediately.

The white wolf in front of me steps away, which means we caught the deer, it's tired, and it's time for the hunting party to get it. Tracker's job is over, now is my job.

Blake jumps into action; I feel the blood and adrenaline pumping in my veins as I sank my teeth into my prey. Kyle is watching, and Blake howls in the enjoyment that our mates can see us in our hunting glory.

When others join, I step away from our prey and come closer to Kyle. He whimpers a little, but his tail is wagging; he comes closer and gently nuzzles my fur with his nose. A small sign of affection, a small sign of care, a small moment of total happiness for Blake.

Later when we are back and shift, I see my still unrejected mate slowly trotting in the direction of trees. Now when I think of it, he has never shifted in front of us, not even once. I do it regularly, perfectly aware that he looks at me from time to time.

"Thank you for today; good job," Dalton says when we have already dressed. "Good job Kyle, you are really good at this."

Kyle smiles brightly and looks shyly in my direction as if he wanted my appreciation too. I manage to control myself and show him nothing but my stone-cold face. He averts his eyes instantly; he seems hurt. Serves him right; it's not my problem.

Around half an hour later, when I finish my sparring, Dalton always insists that after patrol or hunting, we spar for at least 15 minutes to build up stamina. I feel intense pain in my chest. I yelp in surprise as I press my hand into my chest and try to make my breath even. It takes me only a moment to realize what it is; nothing has ever been as painful as this.

I grip my fists, thinking that I shouldn't care, it's not my problem, he means nothing to me, and yet I walk slowly in the direction of the warehouse where most equipment is kept; that's where I saw Kyle going some time ago. I come closer, and besides the terrible pain in my chest, I also feel something else, something new.  Fear, fear so strong that it's almost choking me.

I spot them behind the building. Kyle is pressed to the wall by some muscular guy. I think I've seen them talking with each other a couple of times. He kisses my mate intensively, pushing his knee between Kyle's legs.

I clench my fists tighter; my wolf wants to surface and rip this guy into pieces. But stronger than anger is sadness. I have no right to be that way; I shouldn't care; I don't want him. And I shouldn't also be surprised by his action; after all, he's a whore; like most of the omegas, he fuck's with everything that moves.

I gulp as the guy leaves Kyle's lips and moves down toward his neck. With almost inhuman strength, I am about to turn around and leave. Blake keeps trashing like crazy, but I manage to maintain control. That shouldn't affect me; I refuse it to affect me. But that's when I spot something that isn't right.

The guy is wrapped around Kyle like Ivy, but Kyle doesn't hug him. He is pressed firmly into the wall with his fist clenched; he doesn't seem relaxed. Suddenly he turns his face away from the guy, and I can see it. I know that look; that's how he looked at me when he pushed me away in his room.

When the guy's hand slips down into Kyle's pants, that's when he loses it, he starts trashing, trying to pry the hand away from his crotch.

"I... I don't want... I don't... I don't want to..." he whimpers. He looks scared as hell.

But the guy only presses himself more into him, catches his hands, and pins them above him as he starts assaulting Kyle's neck again.

"Stop freaking out; you will love this." He pants, but Kyle only starts tensing harder and breaths heavier; the panic in his eyes is visible.

"Stop! I don't want to!" he screams, and I snap out of my petrified state and walk in their direction.

"He told you to stop!" I yell as I grab the guy and throw him to the ground.

"What the fuck!" he screams and tries to stand up and charge at me, but I don't allow him and kick him hard in his jaw.

"When he tells you to stop, you stop, do you fucking get it, you asshole!" I scream.

"He wanted to, he agreed..." the guy starts, he seems confused, but I don't let him finish with his excuses.

"So he fucking changed his mind!" I grab him and punch him again. "Whatever the circumstances, when someone screams at you to stop, you fucking stop!"

I punch him two more times before he understands he shouldn't try to stand up again.

"Are you alright?" I ask, turning around to look at my mate.

Fuck, he isn't my mate; he's nothing but a slut.

Kyle doesn't respond but keeps shaking and hugging himself and avoids looking into my eyes, so scared, so fragile.

I grab his hand, and sparks erupt as I drag him into the direction of the packhouse but not through the main training area. No one sees us when we enter the woods.

I say nothing; I'm so pissed off! He allowed somebody else to touch him, and HE IS MINE; no one can touch him but me!

"Rob? Rob?"

He tries to get my attention, but I'm too focused on the pleasure his being so close gives me, then stop walking only when I feel him putting some resistance. I snarl angrily, and he scoops away from me the moment I let go of his hand.

"How were you there?" he ask timidly.

"I could feel that, you slutty shit! You are still unrejected after all!" I yell at him, and his eyes widen with sudden realization.

"I... I didn't... I'm sorry... I didn't think..." he stutters.

"And that's your fucking problem; you don't think! If you wanted to cheat on me, you should've chosen at least someone decent! You're not very smart, but still, whores don't have to be smart; that's not what they are good at!" I shout at him, and he stares at the ground shaking more.

"That's not fair," he whimpers, finally looking at me.

I see hurt, anger, sadness... I get closer to him, but he doesn't step away and looks at me, challenging me. I can feel my blood boiling.

"You know what's unfair? My brother being dead because of you is unfair," I say slowly, barely restraining myself from doing something to him.

"Then why don't you reject me!" he screams, and I push him down on the grass.

I stand over him; I hate him. He deserves to suffer! I hate him!

I hate the fact that the only thing I want to do right now is to pin him under me and pound into him as if there is no tomorrow. Blake whimpers in my mind eagerly; he wants us between our mate's legs so much.

"You don't deserve the easy way out from this," I finally say with venom in my voice" I'll make you pay before I end this. Next time I catch you with someone else, I'll make you bleed, and make no mistake, I will find out. No one touches you but me."

I turn around and start walking back in the direction of the training ground, leaving him there. I don't stop nor turn around even when I hear him saying:

"I didn't lie; I didn't lie about your brother."

I'm currently on my vacation, so I'm not sure if the next chapter will be ready on Saturday, but I will try :)