The Billionaire Wolff

Chapter 2: His Pack

The drive to the deep parts of the woods from the city was not to be taken lightly. On the weekends, if I were lucky, it would sometimes take me less than four hours if the traffic was light. If I was unlucky though, let’s say, a car accident happened and the freeway was blocked, four hours would turn to eight hours and I’d be dreading my existence.

Luckily, there were two things that kept me sane most of the time – movies and podcasts.

Right now on the radio, there was a woman talking about how she thinks her boyfriend might not be human, possibly a werewolf.

“I’m not making this up, Lucille,” she said. Based on her accent, she is from the Southern states.

“I caught him coming out of the woods half naked and when I asked him what he was doing there, a low growl came out of his chest instead of words!”

She then began to point out circumstances where she must have caught her boyfriend right after the act of shifting from a wolf, most of which involved him hastily getting dressed up and being sweaty.

What made her really believe that he was a wolf were claw marks on his back that she swore she had never given him.

I had no idea if she was just lying to herself so she wouldn’t have to see the truth, or if this specific lady was truly that unaware, but it was clearly not a case of having a werewolf boyfriend, but rather, an obvious case of a cheating one.

Instead of breaking up with him, she would rather make up stories and use my kind as an excuse? The audacity was palpable.

Having had enough of that drama (one of the many other reasons I choose not to get into relationships), I decided to turn on the television and after scrolling for some time, I chanced upon a movie that caught my attention.

There were a group of extremely white-skinned characters that came out of nowhere in the woods and they almost looked like they were just a group of frail teenagers trying to run away from their parents. That was until something else showed up in the woods – dark, hairy, and big. My eyes squinted to see what was on the screen clearly.

The camera finally panned focus and they revealed a group of black wolves running across the woods with the white people. I almost choked when things began to make sense to me and a realization dawned on me as to what I was looking at.

Werewolves and vampires. These measly looking creatures mixed with black, dark brown, and other supposedly intimidating colors were supposed to be werewolves? You’ve got to be kidding me.

I shook my head in disbelief at this thing I was watching. The youngest in my pack who had recently just shifted most likely looked bigger than them and I rolled my eyes at the terrible CGI.

Suddenly, a battle began in the woods and my eyes were immediately glued to how the werewolves would fight with the ones who looked more like people who needed a session at a tanning salon more than vampires.

“Oh, really? Come on!” I annoyingly commented when one of the wolves got dragged down by the vampire so easily.

“That’s literally not even possible.” Again, rolling my eyes when they made it seem as if the wolves were weaker than the vampires and based on experience, this was definitely not even close to being accurate.

The vampires have long tried to overpower werewolves, trying to find a way to become stronger than us so they could control us, but ten thousand years later, or more, let’s just say a lot of years, they haven’t even come close.

The strength of one wolf combined with their Pack was just far greater compared to that of a vampire’s and this unfactual movie could not change my mind about that at all.

As my eyes were glued to the screen, albeit annoyed, the movie suddenly ended and all I saw was a black screen.

“What the f–” Baffled that the movie could end on such a cliffhanger I began to try and figure out what the movie was so I could watch the next one.

The screen lit up and it showed, in big bold letters, Twilight.

Well, I knew exactly what I was going to do on my drive today.

“Hey Siri, play all the Twilight movies.”

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By the time I had arrived at the border of our woods, I had more hatred for the vampires, most especially ones that sparkled under the sun.

“Edward Cullen? Ha, I could pulverize him with my eyes closed.” I exclaimed as I shook my head and turned off the autodrive on my car.

Now that the movie was over, I could focus on my driving and admire one of my favorite parts of coming back home.

The long wide stretch of tall trees was the first thing you would see once you entered Blood Moon Grove. Often used as a comparison, there was nothing else better to describe it than entering Narnia. If Narnia was ruled by werewolves, that is.

I rolled down my windows and let the wind get inside my car, complete with the scent of the earth’s soil and my nose tingles. This was definitely better than the repulsive smell of New York City’s finest sewers and pollution. I instantly felt refreshed.

I looked over at the screen and saw that the time was now an hour past twelve in the afternoon and knew that I had already missed lunch time. I let out a groan once I figured out that they would probably have already eaten the food and I’ll have to wait for the cook to make something again.

My stomach grumbled loudly and I mentally told it to stop. As I was nearing the actual entrance to the house, I started to feel the tiredness take over me once again.

I had been distracted by the movies that I had forgotten my lack of sleep, but now that the wind was blowing on my face and the fresh scent of bark, moss, and wood filled my sense of smell, I could almost fall asleep in my car.

But before I could, I reached the big gates that had in bold letters written on top of it, The Dark Moon.

The gate scanned my car while I was still a few seconds away and began to open, revealing the difference of the outside where tall trees stood strong and the inside became lights and grand decorations that I had also bought from other countries to be sent to here.

I drove the car to the side of the driveway and parked it right in front of the big white house, mansion, castle, whichever it was. It was a mix of all the three and I never really knew what to call it. All I knew was that it was huge and I called it home.

My first stop was the dining area because Goddess knew I needed it, and as soon as I stepped inside, he was the first to greet me.

“Hello, loser.” Marcus said to me in a teasing manner as he gave me a smile that was just asking for a punch in the face.

In the outside world, the city, I was Maximo Wolff - a rich and powerful conglomerate CEO.

In the Blood Moon Grove with my pack, I was the son of an Alpha, and simultaneously the twin brother of this i d i o t named Marcus in front of me.

For an Italian Pack that goes all the way back from generation to generation, almost a hundred years ago or more, honestly, who’s counting – you would expect there to be more pasta in this household, but as soon as I entered the dining area, I was devastated to see the empty table.

“You snooze, you lose,” my brother teased.

“Don’t worry, your mother always has something saved for you.” My father exclaimed with a smile and a second later, just as he said, I saw my mother with a big plate walking to the table, all smiles.

“Come, sweetie.” She ushered me to sit in front of her, her smile almost reaching up to her ears.

No matter how old I get, she would still look at me as if I was her little boy.

“Honey, have you been sleeping?”

Before I could even take a bite of the delicious-looking tomato and sausage pasta, my mother was already able to detect something different about me.

I pursed my lips as I slowly lowered the fork on my hand, my stomach grumbling angrily but I tried my best to push it off.

“Work’s been a pain lately, but no worries.” I said as I gave her a reassuring smile, wanting to get back to my meal.

“I don’t know why you keep insisting on that life, cucciolotto.” My mother looked at me with pouty eyes and lips.

The only time she ever called me by my pet name since I was a little boy, which meant little puppy, was one, when I did something endearing to her, or two, when she was somehow disappointed in me with something.

Right now, I was pretty sure it was because of the latter. The look in her eyes had so much worry and so much doubt that the path I chose was not meant for me, but I knew she believed in me. She just didn’t like her son not being as well taken care of if I had stayed.

“Mammina... “ I let my hand out and reached for hers, softly rubbing it as I looked her in the eyes to reassure her.

She inhaled deeply with her eyes closed before opening them back up and staring at me, her light hazel eyes the same as mine now looking at me with much less worry.

“Eat. Before it gets cold.” She said to me with a smile before letting my hand go and the second she did, I was already ready to devour the pasta in front of me.

Not a minute later and my stomach was thoroughly filled, I thanked my mother for the delicious food as always before excusing myself to my room.

I walked outside of the dining area and made my way to the grand staircase that led to the rooms. The walk to my room was relatively longer as I made my way through the long and vast corridor. A combination of tall glass windows that perfectly lit up my way, chandeliers from all over the world, and portraits of werewolves that were of importance for each generation.

I let out a pleased exhale as I stepped in front of my door. The second I pushed it open, the aromatic scent of rosemary and sage filled my sense of smell and I had to take a pause to take it all in. Because of my ability to smell even the farthest and smallest hint of scents, I obviously took the time to surround myself with things that smelled nice. It was somehow like giving a break to my poor nose for experiencing horrible smells most of the time.

I began to unbutton my shirt as I walked to the bathroom and threw it into the dirty clothes bin and was beginning to unbuckle my belt when I heard my door start to open and there was a scent slightly familiar getting closer to where I was.

Immediately, I began to walk out of the bathroom to see who dared try to intrude at this time knowing full well I usually took these few minutes to rest before going about my duties. Even my i d i o t brother knew this so I was sure it wasn’t him.

As soon as I got back out to my bedroom, I was no longer alone.

Dressed in nothing but black lingerie and eyes that begged for my touch, she spread her legs so open a gymnast would be jealous at the flexibility. She was lying down on my bed with her entire body almost on full display for me.

“Hello, Maximo.” She said seductively and I internally rolled my eyes at the sight of her.

I groaned internally.

“Sienna.” I greeted the daughter of my father’s Beta unamused.

And I guess, in a way, my ex.

Or at least that’s what she’d like to think of herself.

Sienna Rossi was many things, but somebody that interested me was not one of them. I hated her like people hated when their glasses get foggy, or when they spill something on their white shirt.

She was a nuisance, and the only reason we were lumped together was because of the fact that while everybody was starting to get their mates at the age of eighteen, the two of us were what was called… mateless.

I did not have a problem with that, but Sienna, on the other hand, did. Which is why for most of her time and unfortunately mine, she found ways to stick herself to me every chance she got.

The more I rejected her, the more she wanted me. Subtle hints of looking at me or brushing up against me every time she could. She kept trying to get closer to me and no matter how many times I made sure not to be near her, she still made a way.

When everyone around me was beginning to find their mates or getting into relationships, I chose to further myself away from such things.

Once I graduated university, I moved out of the woods and to New York and that was the last that I have seen of her. I heard that she had gone on a mission in another country so I hadn’t been able to see her on my weekend visits, not that I cared.

But seeing as she was practically naked in front of me right now, it’s obvious that she was back… and wanted more of me. But just like before, I sure as hell wasn’t going to give her anything.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I exclaimed, annoyed, as I rolled my eyes at her.

“Maxie, you know exactly why I’m here…” She commented with a seductive smile as she moved her hand sensually, beginning to strip out of her lingerie.

What the hell is that absurd nickname?

“I’m serious, Rossi. Get out of my room.” I said to her, my voice beginning to get deeper from sheer annoyance.

“Come on, Maximo. It’s been forever. Surely you want me now.” She continued to try and elicit a reaction out of me by now taking her bra off, but this angered me even more.

I despised when people didn’t listen to me. No means no.

Back then I was just some stupid, young, teenage boy just hanging around. Now I was a goddamn billionaire that could get whatever or whoever I wanted, if I did want it. If Sienna was a nobody to me then, she was even more so now.

“Get out!” If my room wasn’t soundproofed, the angry growl that escaped my lips could have been heard to the edge of our woods.

Sienna shivered in fear the second she realized that I was no longer playing her games. Getting up off my bed and putting her silk robe over her body, she angrily looked at me.

Just as she was about to step out of my room, she turned back to me. “You’ll f u c k i n g regret this, Maximo.” She said with a threatening tone.

I let out a huff, unamused and unmoved by her meaningless words. “Whatever you say, mateless.” I replied to her with a straight face.

Her face changed to a completely sour expression and I could see that she wanted to cry and punch me at the same time. “You don’t have a mate, either!” She shouted as retaliation for my comment.

Little did she know that I absolutely did not give a damn. In fact, I loved knowing that I didn’t have one. Why would I waste my time and energy on one person when I could do that to better my company?

I opened the door and gestured for her to move along. “Does it look like I care?” I told her before shutting the door on her face with zero remorse.

Women. I rolled my eyes before making my way back to the bathroom.

Letting out a sigh, I looked at myself in the mirror as I took off the towel draped around my lower body.

“Maximo Wolff with a mate?” I said with a scoff before going inside my marble and glass shower.

Wherever she was, whoever she was, if she even existed – it would be better for both of us if she never showed up.