The Dying Alpha

Three: Protection

The aroma of freshly baked bread hits his nostril. For months, he has wanted to try them but his ego didn’t allow him to get them. He knew exactly who bake them every Friday morning and he knows she gave it out to all the occupant of the building, maybe not all of them. He always ignore her when she comes knocking at his door, even though he salivate for them.

And the worst part of it is that he can’t sneak into her house, he is not built for that and Danna had recently installed anti house-in break. One big mistake and he will be apprehended. He inhaled the freshly aroma, sighing heavily when he realized that there is nothing he can do about it.

For an old werewolf like him, things like that should be common. Especially when he takes the herbs that the clan witch has been preparing for him. To get him ready for his reincarnation to a human. He was informed that he will be craving for humanly foods and whatnot. That idea is what he hates but he has no choice, for him to have his wish been fulfilled then he will do anything needed of him.

He picked a jacket that was on the door hanger and draped it on his body. He gave the room a last look before he picked his phone and car key and headed for the garage. ‘Hey, let’s meet at the groove. I need you.’ He typed and finally pressed sent after debating about it.

He knew Phoebe will make fun of how desperate he is to get laid. But of course, she knew he cannot sleep with any other girl than her. She is low-key a porn star in the shades. “Hey” A voice shouted making him stop on his feet. Someone has been avoiding for a while now and here he is, stopping for her when he doesn’t give a hoot about humans.

He decided to go to on with his walk. “Hey, I am actually talking to you Trist” Danna said, making him turn instantly at the nickname.

How dare she call him that? When they are not friend’s neither are they acquaintances. “What did you call me?” He asked furiously. No one has to tell him that Danna is taking him for granted, as her mates. “What did you just call me Danna?” He asked in a low tone that came out as a scowl.

Danna couldn’t resist the urge to moan at his hoarse voice. A w***e she is and she will always admit that. “I like that.” Tristan heard her say in her mind.

He only looked at her for the time and closed the elevator. Having more words with her holds no meanings to him actually and he will only waste his time more when he has something urgent to attend to. He revved his car to life and drove out of the garage in haste. His phone rang and phoebe’s name popped up. He smirked as he picked, connecting it to the car speaker.

Talking to Phoebe was an act of peace to him. A part of him loves her and wants to be with for the rest of his life but she will only laugh at him when he expresses such feelings to her. As he knows of her, she has no time to waste on mere love; she would rather continue being an expensive w***e.

Soon he was at the groove plantation as it was just thirty minutes drive from his apartment with traffic and without traffic, is just nineteen minute. He parked and tossed the key to the chauffeur waiting outside.

He mumbled a hi to the male receptionist before asking if Phoebe made it there yet. “Yes, Miss Phoebe checked in about five minutes ago.” He nodded his head and made his way for the elevator to the 178th floor which his personal room is and also the last floor in the building.

He knocked at the door gently, getting no answer he decided to make his way inside. Maybe phoebe should be in shower. He took off his belongings before taking a seat on the huge king sized bed. He heard the shower running heavily, he smiled.

He decided to lay on the bed while he waits for her. The shower stopped pouring and he felt his body switched on. He couldn’t wait for her to make her present in the room so that he could savor her like he wishes.

Soon, Phoebe was out of the bathroom in a cut out embroidered mesh lingerie that hung onto her body well. Her t**s jiggled as she walked towards him due to the freedom of the lingerie.

He swallowed hard, he is not to show any signs of weakness but not with Phoebe, he makes sure to let her know what her body does to him. “Like what you see?” She wiggled her brows as she lapped him over.

He swallowed for the ninth time. “I always do, now if you would allow me to take charge of the situation.” He replied slowly in her ears.

Slowly he flipped them over and he was on top of her. He smirked as he kissed over her jaw line. “Nice” he whispered.

He used his hands to trail over her lingerie that covers her part. He used his palm to cover the space between her legs and he felt how wet she was for him.

He shifted the underwear with the help of his middle finger and inserted it into her. She shuddered at his finger as her body went through another shock of the day. “Damn, your witch really does her work well.” He said referring to how tight she was.

He remembered when she was told him of the herbs her witch was giving her to make her tighter. “I know.” She moaned as he moved his finger into her more until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Done with teasing her, he removed his finger and used his long tongue to lock his finger, getting the salty taste of her release. Without swallowing, he pressed his lips on hers for a fierce, that way she was able to taste herself in his mouth. “I love how I taste. Like honey.” She squealed, getting rid of the last clothing that was a barrier between them.

He joined their mouth once more, sipping a hand into her cunt. She moaned into his mouth and he almost had an orgasm there, at that moment because of the effect she has on him. He slowly pulled out his fingers to replace them with his c**k that was dripping some pre c*m which he used as lube.

He went in and out of her in a slow yet pleasurable way, before he started to pound into her harder than usual. It was as if he was angry at something or someone, it is always something he does whenever he is having s*x with her. Soon, his grunting filled the room and he released all his seeds in her. “What is wrong?” Phoebe asked concerned. This was so unlike him, even though that day was good but something was off about him. “Nothing really, I am just frustrated at my neighbor hence why I can’t really concentrate well.” He told her picking up his clothes, wearing them one by one.

“It is your building Trist, you can have her been sent out if you want.” She suggested, indeed it is his building that is under TTS, which no one knows about it but him, her, Harold and his family. “I can’t just do that because I hate her and remember, she paid for five years arrears so I can’t just do as I please even though it is mine.” He reasoned.

There is no way he will force the girl out after knowing what she goes through or she is going through. He usually hears her thoughts when she is close to him or when she fights with her boyfriend, that day he was also glad that he had saved her but one thing is he is not sure if she is totally save. The only things she can do is stay hidden for the main time and avoid the outside world no matter what. Technology has made everything so simple that in flick of her fingers, she will get stuff delivered to her door steps.

He wore his palms over and stood up. He pressed their lips together and headed for the door without saying anything to her. He waved at the receptionist before getting his car from the chauffeur and headed for the town. He was going to see Harold in the office and talk out about a few things with him.

It took him less than an hour to arrive at the headquarters of TTS; he parked his car in the underground parking lot and headed for the private elevator there. Only he and Harold know the pass code to the elevator. It dinged as it reaches the last floor and met Harold’s PA at the desk. And just like always, she was dressed like a slut, he doesn’t mind her that because he is not the type to judge people for no reason but the lady made him judge her because she always throws herself at either him or Harold them, but he warned her off against it and for the time being, she stopped.

He gave her a curt greeting and headed for the office. She didn’t try to stop him because she was warned against that. All the PAs and secretaries that had worked there, they were told that he was a special shareholder and they took it in. He met on a business call and he sat down waiting for him to finish. “You should have called me.” Was the first thing he said after dropping his phone.

“It is not bad that I came here myself.” Tristan uttered playing with the rainbow ball that was used to decorate the table. He picked it up and rolled it over in his hand. “So what do you want me to do? Because I know it has to be something serious that you can’t wait for me to come over the weekends.”Harold asked.

It was true that whatever he needs he waits for Harold to come over and then tell him about it. “I want Danna’s ex boyfriend to be stopped from coming to the apartment and also anywhere close to it.” He ordered, taking a bite of the apple that kept on the table for him by Harold’s secretary.

“Why? I told you said you don’t have anything to do with the humans, no let me rephrase that, you don’t want anything to do with them right, then why do you want to help her?” it was true that he had said he wanted nothing to do with the humans because they disgust him, then why would he keep that rule aside to help a mere baker and also an orphanage?

“I am bored so I want to do, not because I am helping her. Beside you know how much I hate bullies, he disgust me the most because he uses his hands to beat an art of work.” He mumbled. He was not sure why he had said the words and now, Harold will tease him for that. He will not hear the last of it because he will even tell Phoebe about it and she will also tease him. “Did I hear you calling Danna an art of work after you call her with her signature name, Nuisance?” Harold asked chuckling.

He thought for a while before thinking of a perfect lie to cover it up. “All the ladies in the world are art of works, no exception.” He told him, finishing off his apple. Together, they sat in the office discussing about their daily lives activities and having the comfort of each other.