The Alpha King

The wheels on the bus go round and round.

Mason is standing there listening to a complaint from the blue moon dwellers, a pack that lives near Owen's mansion. They claim that the priests are killing their livestock for macabre rituals. Mason did not doubt that those lunatics were capable of doing that, but as the king's right-hand man he could not let his prejudice against the hunters show. - I will take your reports to the king. Mason replied the woman looked at him angrily1

- and of course, you will, -" growled a man behind her. Mason let the eyes of his best show in his peaceful man form, the villagers took several steps back. He was not the strongest, even though he was an alpha by right and not because he had killed someone or received the title of birth, but he was not as strong as he should have been. he was the only genuine alpha in centuries and the weakest who ever walked the earth they would have eliminated him if not Owen so he owed more than lead to the king he was the only one to accept him and not treat him like damaged goods. his phone vibrates ''speak of the devil'' mason thinks he answers - I need a favor .-Owen says his to is awake he looks at the people still standing now listening to his call and dismisses them with a wave of his hand they all go back to their business hi goes towards his Ferrari parked in the mud mason gets in the car with mud on his feet s**t this is going to cost me a lot to clean up...

-ready you can say now -Mason says as he closes the door

- My mate, I found her.!- he freezes

-brings her home then,- says excitedly.

-I can't, I just have her scent, to be more specific a cloth with her scent on it-...he stares at the road and starts the car

.- I'll go after her- he replies

- Send me the cloth and I'll find them for you.- Owen clears his throat before he can answer, but Mason says. - No, you can't. I am your right-hand man and that is why I am here.

-Go back to the mansion and I will bring it to you in a few days and put my best hunters after it.-.

- one of my guys is coming to get the cloth- mason says and hangs up Owen squeezes the piece of cloth tighter it's been minutes since he discovered it but it seems painful to hand it over to anyone, ''where are you he asks himself again '' one thing he is sure of she is not in his territory. A krog appears on the road, he looks like the others of his kind, a dark mixture of vampires and sickly mature succubus, he has red eyes, teeth coming out of his dark mouth, and a thin tail that keeps flapping all over the place, showing that the monster is eager he reaches out his hand and lowers his head as a sign of respect owen hands mason's lackey the only thing he has of his mate he growls unconsciously which makes the krog's tail move more than before he looks into the creature's eyes.

- You must not touch her or hurt her you understand me ?-.

He threatens the krog and looks at him with dilated pupils and a small smile forming

- yes sir. - Owen growls and walks back to town each step away from the smell hurts him