The Alpha's Possession: The Offering

Just A Taste

CHARLES'S POV

"Charles Rupard, oh what a surprise it is to see you," Kathleen Leigha purrs. "I haven't seen you in centuries."

Across the worn-out black leather couch was a set of long sun-kissed legs rubbing together at the thighs with six-inch red platform high heels shoes barely touching the floor. Legs made no point to get up right away, allowing me to see her denim skirt touch the edges of her exposed moist lips below.

I cross my arms and watch her guide her red painted fingernail up her thigh before stopping a moment too long, "How have you been?" Her words are deep and sensual. 

"Kathleen," I answer stiffly to keep things straight as can be.

Legs pouts her lower red lip when I don't give her the same response as she was hoping for. She guides her long fingers up the fabric of her white buttoned blouse, stopping at her perky n*****s and rubs them between her finger before tugging at them.

"You look great," Legs moans, "A little... stressed, but other than that, you look .... really, really, mmm... great." She releases her n*****s, allowing the fabric to fall. She presses her shirt back down and offers, "Come and sit with me for a few minutes, Charles. I am sure I can find a way to help make all that stress disappear."

Legs lifts her ass cheek to the side, showing me a better view beneath her skirt and gently pats on the couch. 

"Oh, I'm sure you could," I suggest in a matter-of-fact tone.

Two Salaquins are mumbling in the corner. I glance over and see it is Lawson and Mike. Their jaws are locked, and their c***s are rock hard. 

"Seems you have a few of my members stirred up." I nod towards the pack, "Why haven't you picked one of them?"

Jake and Erik come over and stand far behind me. Jake tries to hide his erection behind his hands, Erik just looks at legs in disgust. Erik hasn't been the same since he lost his mate. No one seems to turn on Erik anymore. He's only twenty-three years old. He's too young for this s**t.

"Awww, come on, Charles. I don't bite. Well, unless you want me to. I will do whatever you please, of course. You are the Alpha, after all."

I snicker and shake my head." Thanks for the reminder."

Legs can see I am not giving in to her desperate games. She pulls herself off the leather couch and takes her time walking towards me and clanking her high heel shoes across the floor. Legs walk up and bites down hard on her lip while soaking in my biceps and legs. She lingers too long like a woman in heat at my c**k.

"Although you are playing the tough guy," she teases. "It seems your c**k is still very much in need of a release. Are you sure you don't need me tonight, Charles?" She steps forward so close I can feel her breath down the collar of my shirt, "I will give you anything your heart desires."

"Nope."

"Excuse me?" She says in shock. Legs never gets turned down. Ever.

"Sorry, Kathleen. I have a mate now."

"You have a what!" She yells out, losing her composure, "But-but... th-that's impossible! You hate the idea of settling down! You told me sold! You said you never wanted to settle down!" Kathleen stomps her high heel shoe against the concrete floor. Her blonde curls whip back and forth while she paces in front of me.

 "You said no way would you want 'some f*****g woman' cramping your lifestyle!" Kathleen quoted her fingers in the air.

"Sorry, Kathleen. As I said, I have a mate. Deal with it." I shrug my shoulders, wishing my c**k would behave and go down.

Kathleen shakes her head in frustration and attempts to recompose herself. She tucks her blond curl behind her right, growing pointy ear. "Well, it seems she doesn't do so well, keeping you satisfied. Are you... happy, Charles?" She bites her lip, offering once more. 

"Sometimes, even though we get a mate, we aren't fully... happy with our choices and have to make accommodations."

I snicker again. "Accommodations? Seriously, Kathleen? You are really putting yourself out there, aren't you?"

She bats her eyelashes and sways back and forth innocently. "I just want what's best for you, Charles. I always have." 

"Yeah."  I snap" As well as every f*****g guy in here." 

 I wrinkle my nose. "Do you think I would want to touch that thing as much as you have been around?" A few of the men look away guiltily.

"It didn't bother you before." Legs winks.

"One night of letting you give me a handjob doesn't count, Kathleen."

"I bet it will now." She steps forward and reaches down, attempting to grab my c**k pressing against the fabric of my pants.

My eyes shift to amber as I grab her wrist and push her away. A growl rumbles deep from the back of my throat. Randolph has had enough too. "Kathleen, I think it's time for you to go home for the night. Cool off a bit. You have caused the pack too much trouble."

"Charles," she whispers in shock, "I just thought that..."

"You thought, what?" I warn.

"I... I thought that I was the one that was supposed to be your Luna." Kathleen looks down and pulls on her skirt, straightening it out the best she can. She looks up at bites her lip, showing how hurt she is. "Who is this chic, anyway? What makes this woman so special, huh?"

"As your Alpha, I don't feel the need to explain anything to you. Goodnight, Kathleen."

Kathleen shakes her head and glares before having the balls to look me straight in the eyes, "You can't explain it because you don't have an answer, huh?"

Kathleen walks past me and heads to the steps with her head held high in the air. Right before she leaves, she glances over her shoulder and offers, "Once you figure that she's not enough, come find me. I will make things all better, Charles. You just wait and see."

"Don't hold your breath." I snap and watch her walk up the steps.

Looking around, I realize she had caused miserable havoc. There is glass all over the floors, way too many hard c***s in one room, the smell of her stale perfume, and worst of all; she had me trying to figure out besides the bond what was so f*****g special about Pearl. 

Mind games. I hate them, and she forced it on me. f**k!

"Well, now that we took care of Legs, it seems we need to get down to business," I command in a sharp tone. 

"Mike, Lawson, tuck your f*****g c***s away and get over Legs. Come on, everyone, look at this place! It is a disaster! I am surprised the owner hasn't said anything!"

 I hear Raj' mumbles beneath his breath, "He never will. He's an i***t!" to his brother Si'reme'reme. 

It is hard to rule a pack knowing half are Salaquins and half are mine. My pack is called the Sanguines. The Salaquins are bad news, but thanks to Richard biting Pearl, I am stuck with them." I suggest you keep your mouth shut, Raj'. One wrong word and your out."

Although Richard and I share everything now, we still haven't split our names or legalized a new one. It is a matter of time before we do, but for right now, I am getting the pack to clean up, and Jake and Erik to come with me.

I signal for Jake and Erik to follow upstairs for a moment. We head outside and stand at the front door. The temperature seems to have dropped by at least twenty degrees. The wind whips our hair on our heads, and our suite jackets all about. I speak up enough for Jake and Erik to hear me, "Tell me everything. Tell me the truth about Pearl's family."

"I did, Charles!" Jake says defensively.

Erik stares at me for a moment then reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, "FYI, Jake, I wasn't playing on my phone. I was recording Mike and Lawson's conversation. I also took a picture of their photograph."

"Oh?" I say, feeling quite pleased.

"Yes," Erik smirks.

"Well then, let's see."