Women And the Demons Who Love Them

Wolves Don't Lose Sleep-1

Juicy J- Codeine Cups

    Politics were never something that interested Quinton. To him, it's all a bribe according to what the alphas require, all limited to their specialties. The one pack that can provide the most, takes the lead until their resources run dry. Which is something that has never happened in his pack. He keeps a hold on all the resources, times the necessities according to the season and demands. The way it should be.

    He doesn't take anything from them, so he doesn't give, and they don't ask. No one bothers him and he bothers no one. That is until now that his sister, Quincy, broke away starting her own pack after taking claim of the third biggest territory in the country. She has taken over the alliance and confidently sits at the top. Everyone wants a piece of Alpha Quincy Wheeler. She'd be a grand price to conquer. 

    Quincy Wheeler is interested in almost everything her brother is. Money, Power, and just like Quinton, Women. Together they own the entire NorthWest. No pack has ever dared f**k with him and now much less. The ones who could give fewer f***s about any pack and had dared come onto their lands are the reckless, the uncivilized, the undesirables. Rogues.

    "Rumors have been roaming around for some time now, Wheeler," he looked up knowing that he's the one being addressed.

    Quincy has already broken a few jaws when spoken to like she was one of them. He doesn't like it any more than she, but he tolerates it a little more than she does. After all, it's only hot when a woman dominates. If he were to backhand anyone here, he'd start a war inside the alliance and the king would have to interfere. That's the last thing he wants.

    "What rumors?" he asked looking down at his Heineken beer bottle in his hand.

    "What do you know about Francisco M. Romano?"

    Quinton put the bottle down now completely intrigued by this i***t. Quincy is already as his side, the two of them are staring into the eyes of this imbecile who dared open his stupid f*****g mouth. The others caught on to the hostility emitting from the twins, no one wants to mess with. There's a shift in the room, everyone moved away from them. Opening up space for the conquer of the night.

    "You better choose your next words carefully, Russian," Quincy growled bothered by this i***t. The man laughed carelessly, taking a drink from whatever is in his glass.

    "There's a family of rogues. A man, a woman, and their two pups. The oldest is about your age and the other is juvenile. They bare the mark," he isn't lying. Quinton can taste it in the air around him. A trick he's learned from the people that surround him.

    "What do you want for this information?" Quinton asked.

    The Russian slid a paper across the table towards him. Quinton placed his fingertips at the end of the piece of paper not taking his eyes off of this man. The man stood up, leaving him with the note under his hand. He didn't miss the smirk on his face as he walked away. The twins hate the older Alphas. They think they know everything because of their track record of screw-ups. Because they had taken their thrones "too soon".

    Quinton knows this is some kind of bribe but right now, that doesn't matter to him. Right now, all that matters is that the son of a b***h that had ended his family would finally pay the debt he owes. The blood rushed to his head becoming anger as he watched the Russian walk out of the alliance council room. There is nothing stopping him from taking what he wants now. Not a single thing. That rogue and anyone else that stands in his way are dead. 

    "Love letters, Quinton?" Quincy laughed taking his beer and drinking the rest of it. He looked up at her.

    "Coordinates. I'm going to need you to watch the pack," he said looking over the writing on the paper before he balled it up and tossed it in the open fire pit. "I'm going on a hunt,"