Alpha's sweet obsession

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Zach POV

I'll have Jess take care of my sweet girl then it's time to meet her finally. Her brother can simmer for a while, so we can tend to my baby. I need revenge for her being hurt. Ash is furious. I can't get him to cool down; I am enraged too. I need something to hit, bite, or even better kill. s**t, I better go out for a run to calm us both down. As I enter the forest, I get undressed and shift into my wolf Ash, a big black wolf. We are running through the woods; it feels like we are running forever. I feel free with the wind in my fur. My paws and claws hit the ground hard as I speed up. I feel the dirt fly around me as I run. I feel at peace, finally. This is the best feeling for a wolf to feel free and at peace in nature.

I'm running faster dodging trees and jumping over boulders and old tree trunks that lay on the ground. I catch my breath at a pond and drink and see my reflection in the pond. I wonder if my mate can love and accept a savage wolf, and the man I am, I am a vicious man. I'm terrified to think that I would be the reason she will get hurt; that is the last thing I would want. I longed for her before my 18th birthday and wondered how she'd look and wonder about her personality. I fear that I will fall short and won't be enough for her. I fear that I can't change and be what she deserves; I want to change for my mate. I am selfish, I know, but no matter what, I can't let her go; I just can't.

When I get deeper into the forest, I sneak up on a deer. I need this killing; it's an itch, its primal instinct to hunt and kill. I jump onto its back and bite down hard on its neck; the blood from her neck oozes down my jaws and throat; my front legs and paws are red with blood. I enjoy the feeling of blood and iron taste in my mouth. The deer loses her fight; it doesn't take long. It was not as she ever had a chance against me. I love to hunt, but I enjoy killing the most. I love digging in my canine and ripping into the flesh. I love the feeling of killing my prey with my razor-sharp teeth and claws. I ripped it apart and ate like the savage beast. Eventually, I leave some of the deer for other animals to feast on, and I find myself a spot to rest with my belly full of deer. As I lay down for a while and close my eyes, all I can see is her. I imagine kissing her plump pink lips, touching her lovely body, and putting my hand on her ass. She has a voluptuous body.

Her eyes, I can bet my paws are breathtakingly beautiful. I could give my right paw just for the chance to touch her hair; it looked so soft and long. I shouldn't think of the sexy curves she has on that body. I usually don't get a booner in wolf form, but if I don't stop thinking of my baby, I will have one. Just the thought of her drives both me and Ash mad, and not to be able to touch her, I want her so badly it aches in me.

That kill calmed us down so we could focus, but thinking of my sweetheart only made me horny. I should return home to her; I need to be close to her. As I look around, I realize it's almost evening, and I must have run farther than I thought. I start running and after an hour and still have some distance to go before I get back to the warehouse. She is what matters to me now; no one could ever compare to her; I need her more than my next breath. The thought that terrifies me, what if she rejects me as her mate. I would do anything for her, anything she asked of me but never let her go. I have never felt like this, and that is a scary thought; just a look and her scent can drive a feral wolf to act like a lovesick puppy. At the same time, I love it; this is what I have been waiting for. I've been waiting for her, just her and no one else.

I run near a house just by the forest edge; I feel something here is off. There is a vaguely familiar smell; I can't place it. Why would I know the scent? I see a woman in her forties or maybe fifties little hard to tell; she is beating a young woman. The young woman looks to be around her twenties. I don't recognize the older woman screaming in both English and a foreign language that I don't recognize. The sight of the woman beating the young woman repulses me. I am a hot-tempered both man and wolf, but that sight does not sit right with me; I can't say why. I am more violent than that woman, but still, I don't know why I care for that human. I decide to intervene even though it's not my thing to do so. I usually never interfere and mingle with humans. I could tell before I saw them that they were human; with my wolf sense of smell, I could smell that from a great distance. I'm still in wolf form and get close to the older woman, jump on her, and get my big paws on her shoulders, and the funny thing is she tried to hit me with a damn carpet beater; what the f**k is that s**t? Like she could hurt me. That's some funny s**t right there. If I was in human form, I would surly laugh my ass off. A somewhat small woman beating a big f**k of a man. I am an enormous wolf; I'm of an Alpha lineage, so no wonder.

Funny just thinking about her beating me, and she's just a human. She's not scared, that's strange too. Humans usually are scared when they see a werewolf; we are, after all, much bigger than an ordinary wolf. I typically don't find pleasure in hurting women; I have only a few occasions. Then it had been justified, only she-wolves that need lessons in obeying their Alpha or some other reason to be punished. This woman, though, is just asking for it. How I'd like to put her in place and make her submit to me, as you should, to an Alpha.

I put all my weight on her, and she lost her balance; she was very still when she hit the ground, and then I saw she hit her head on a small rock on the ground; I could read the confusion all over her face. I bet no one usually fights back when she's going at it. She isn't bleeding too badly, but she's dizzy and swearing like a sailor. I see the girl get up, and she seems okay. The girl runs into the house, and from what my wolf hearing tells me, she locks herself in a room in the house, a smart girl. I run towards the woods, and I stand there looking at the house and the older woman. The older woman cursed in a mixture and two languages, smoking and stomping the ground like an angry fire breathing dragon. Then I hear the older woman shouting and cursing a woman's or maybe a girl's name, Aimee. She's screaming about how she's missing, and when she finds her, she sure will get the worst beating of her miserable life, much worse than she has ever gotten before. Ash is saying that must be a daughter that must have run away from this crap. But who can blame her for that? I like to call that mother a monster to beat her kids like that, and from what I can tell, they don't dare to defend themselves against their mother. This isn't my business. At least the young woman didn't get that badly beaten this time. I wonder about next time when I'm not here to save her. The young woman was pretty; if I hadn't found my mate, she could have made a nice bed warmer for me. That woman had a great body, nice legs, and a great ass. That's not going to happen anymore. There is only one woman for me now since I met my mate. I start running to make my way back to my people and, most importantly, my baby girl. s**t, I need to know her name. I wonder what lovely name my sweet girl has. Just as I'm thinking that

Ash says: You know what? I think the name Aimee is lovely, don't you think, Zach?

Zach: I kind of think it's a sweet and pretty name. Yes, lovely might be the right word for it. I can't say why but I like the name.

As I clear the forest, I find my clothes where I left them. I walk back to the warehouse. As I enter, Marc and Lance greats me. Marc tells me that Jess is still in there with my girl. They don't know what's going on; they don't dare to disturb Jess when she's working. I mind linking Jess. It's getting late, it's already 6.30 pm.

*Mind link*

Zach: what's happening in there?

Jess: Just girl talk. I'll give you a complete account later, but hey, big guy, your sweetheart is okay.

Zach: Hey, she is my sweet baby girl but don't think I've changed; I am a bad guy just as before, so don't dare to mock me, baby sis!

Jess: Wouldn't dream of it, Boss

*End of mind link*

Now I know my baby is okay, and I can trust Jess to take care of my baby girl. The issue of guns is settled. I order Tony and Lance to deliver the weapons to our pack armory later tonight, so my father won't see what's up. After that, I took a few calls from our Architecture and Construction business; it's our family business and one of our biggest businesses that bring in money to the pack and me and the other family members. Because of my busy nightlife and many women, I live off pack-grounds. I have been doing that for 6 years; I got a big penthouse in one of our hotels. We have 3 hotels that my mom, Linda, and Marc's mom, Joanne, runs with the help of lots of fantastic staff members; some are from the pack too. We put millions towards the pack from our businesses to ensure our survival. Our pack is called: The Blood Rose River Pack. We have about 1500 members and about 600 work in our companies. The rest have different jobs for our pack. And some aren't old to work, we have many children and teens that attend school in the human sociality. Some run the daycare we have on-pack grounds. We have doctors and lawyers and everything you find in a human town.

I make a few calls to let my closest employees that I know work this late now that I won't be in the office for a couple of days to work. My secretary wondered why and I just responded that I needed some time to solve some family issues. I told her to cancel the appointments and meetings booked on me for the next few days. I tell her that I'll have Jess and Marc will cover for me when they have time. I tell my secretary, Alexis, I have some complex issues to handle, and it might take from a few days to a week or who knows even more. Just as I end the call with my secretary. My sister comes into the office that I have in the warehouse.