Alphas lost mate

Coffee shop

Jackson POV.

The day before.

Why does Carly need three types of tea and brown sugar? What's wrong with traditional white sugar?

The last time I asked her, she only laughed at me?

I'm the alpha. Where is my respect?

Shouldn't she fear me just a little?

But who am I kidding, she has me wrapped around her little finger, just like her mate. But the little female had it rough and well I didn't have it in me to deny the little pleasures she finds comfort in.

But Andrew had it worse. As a Beta, his sense of justice and other primitive emotions, like possessiveness and protectiveness, are stronger than the average wolf. And to know that the man who hurt his woman, his mate, is still breathing... well let's just say he is a stronger man than I am.

Carly's story is quite sad and painful and only a few of us know what really happened.

The official story we tell everyone is that her previous alpha was an abusive d**k with addiction problems. He abused all women in his pack and Carly was one of the favourites to hurt, but the truth is quite darker.

Moonlight pack is quite different from ours. The biggest difference was their idea of what a pack is. It is quite different from ours. I believe a pack is like a family, where everybody is equal and we protect each other.

But Brad, Moonlight alpha, the only thing he believes in is power and he believes if you are weak... well, you are not worth anything. His system turns the weaker pack members into slaves and there is no law or rules and only power.

It is as primitive as it sounds, there is so much death there, it makes my skin crawl with disgust when I think about it.

But Brad is the alpha that turned the pack like this. Previously, they were one of the smaller ones. They were attacked over and over by the bigger ones and I guess Brag couldn't take it anymore. He killed the previous alpha and took over.

From what I heard, he is the worst of them all. He has some passions and they make my stomach turn.

One of the ones that hurt Carly was his love for young girls, and when I say young I mean really young, and Carly was his favorite, because she was his daughter.

She endured years of s****l abuse from that monster until she became too old for his taste and he gave her to one of his strongest pack members, so she became his slave.

Carly doesn't talk about that time in her life. We don't really know what happened, but it is not hard to guess from the nightmares that wake her up over and over again, that s**t wasn't pretty.

She was eighteen when Andrew found her by the lake near their pack ground.

He was hunting with one of the neighbouring packs Beta when he saw her. She was in a bad shape... scared and delusional... but their mate bond helped Andrew get her to go with him. He spent weeks with her alone in our forest, but little by little he pulled her out of the dark place she was in.

Andrew wanted to go after the Moonlight pack, but Carly made him promise not to attack her previous pack.

And Andrew, being the lovesick man he was, couldn't say no to her. He never said no to her and well with the exception of things that might hurt her.

We discussed some things about how to make those d***s pay. We started a few things that will make them pay, but it will take some time for all of it to line up and waiting is killing us both.

I walked into the small cafe near the border of the town to wash away the sorrowful taste in my mouth.

As I took the first few steps into the building, a scent almost sent me to my knees.

I visited this coffee shop multiple times, but it never smelled like that...

The smell of spring, new life filled my chest as I stumbled inside. My eyes darted all over the room, trying to find the source of this heavenly smell.

By the employee entrance, I spotted a curvy brown-haired female,but she was gone before I could determine if she was the source of this smell.

The more I breathed in the enchanting smell, the tighter my chest got.

The feeling was familiar,but it couldn't be...

I felt somewhat similar five years ago, but it was weaker than this.

It was with Bianka, but she never made my chest so tight. Her scent hasn't brought me to my knees.

Yes, her scent filled me with lust, but well, I was eighteen back then. So there wasn't much she needed to do to get me going, but this scent. It pulled on something deep within me... something primal... something that I never thought I would ever feel.

Could it be true that this smell belongs to my true Mate?

I let my alpha scenes wash over the room, trying to find the wolf that was my destined mate...

But I couldn't pick anything up.

Shit.

I walked out of there before I did something stupid, like start howling for the mate I thought I would never have.

As I was walking out of the coffee shop, another scent caught my nose, but this one wasn't pleasant. No, this one smelled of death and all things deprived.

Shit!

What one of the Moonlight packs dickheads were doing here?

My wolf side wanted to burst out growling and scaring anyone that thinks it is a good idea to cross my pack lands without my premission.

I need to get back to the pack.

If anyone tries to hurt any of them...

I will make them pay...

I took a last look at the coffee shop that carried the smell of my mate...

I wanted to go investigate, but I had to take care of the pack first...

But I will return.

I will find her.