Page 16 of Mate to the Alpha Called God

Alphose felt warm on the inside at the King's reference of him. Wolfaraine has always been aloof, he keeps everyone at arm's length even those that are close to him. "Thank you, Alpha King."

"Degar, did you hear from Josiah today?" He directed the question to the Leopard Alpha that sat beside him watching Alphose.

Degar smiled, "Yes, Alpha King. He reported that the sales of the lower market have picked up and the upper market is well on its way to doing that, all thanks to your help. He was also excited to report that our company, Naturiah's Agricultural And Livestock Company (NAALC) made the list as the second-best livestock company in the whole country and the fifth-best in the whole world."

"By the Gods of the Moon, that is great news!" Alphose drawled, sitting up straighter. "My twin does have a way of bringing in the news like this." His chest puffed with pride.

The news made the Alpha King happy. "Josiah has done a really good job in the Oklahoma branch these past few months," He admitted, "Tell him I acknowledge this achievement with respect to him. What about Cronus? Did you hear from him?"

Degar shook his head, "I haven't heard from the Werewolf Alpha, or anything about the New York branch, but I bet his report will be coming in really soon."

"Keep me updated, Degar. I'm afraid that I will have to retire for the evening now." He said, rising from the chair. "It has been a long day."

Both Alpha bowed their heads and said their Goodnights. He responded with one of his.

"Get a good night's rest, Alphose." He said as he walked out of the door.

NEW YORK CITY.

Cronus Doninee removed his tie like it strangled him as he got back from work. His home is supposed to be his shelter after such a busy day at work but still, he felt some restlessness as he removed his work clothes and made his way to the shower.

His wolf growled inside him, as restless as the man. Cronus tried to remember the last time he went for a good run or even have a good sex but the memory eluded him. Maybe, he'll go for a run before going to bed tonight.

A good sex here in the human world is as rare as a cold day in hell. Bitches are damn fragile and there's a rule of changelings that says never to fuck a human female unless she gives her consent. None of them bitches ever consents to the kind of sex he and his wolf needs to keep sane. That is only one out of the many disadvantages of the human world.

Not that he doesn't break those rules, he does, occasionally. But it's never the same when the bitch is screaming like she's about to die and bleeding profusely, and when it's a changeling Omega enjoying the wild sex and even taking the Wolf.

It's just never the same, especially when he can't hold it in anymore and allows his wolf to join in the coupling thereby, having to kill the female to keep his identity as a changeling intact.

Not that the humans don't know that changelings exists, they do but they chose not to believe. Only the higher-ups in their governments have acknowledged their existence. And, according to his species, the lesser the humans know about them, the better for everyone.

He hates it here. Loathes it with all his heart, mind, body, and soul. Every other changeling male likes working in NAALC because it is an honor and a privilege to work in the changeling's biggest business. But not him. Never him.

He is a forty-five years old Alpha Werewolf. He does not want to be the CEO of NAALC's branch in New York and he does not want to be among humans working with them. He should be leading his werewolf clan in Naturiah, or ruling the whole of Naturiah.

Walking out of the bathroom, he entered his large bedroom decorated like that of a King's and turned on the music. While he hates the human world, they do have their perks. Like their modern houses, tasty decorations, and smart technologies. He isn't among those changelings that like the old ways more than the new world.

After changing into his night robes, he laid down on the bed, closed his eyes, and allowed the slow music to wash over him. His wolf gnashed his teeth, pacing inside him, demanding to be let out. Demanding to be fed.

Maybe, he should find a bitch tonight and lose himself inside her, instead of going for a run? One of them whores uptown?

In the past ten years, he has been in the human world, no one has ever found the corpses of those whores he killed because he buries them more than six feet below the ground. He lets his wolf dig the grave, and then he digs it deeper in a half-shift.

Yes, a whore will work just fine—

The loud screeching sound of his cellphone jerked him out of his thoughts. He glared at the small technology at the nightstand before he reached for it, pressed the 'receive' button, and placed it to his ears.

"Cronus speaking. Who is on this line?" He snapped, irritably.

"My name is Dr. Jamison Beloca. I am calling from The Facility." Came the deep baritone.

Cronus stilled. Even the Wolf stopped pacing. The Facility. It has been more than eighteen years since he heard that name.

Scientists. Wolf hunters.

The Alpha King did them a great deal of damage, Cronus was really starting to think that they were gone forever. Why are they suddenly reaching out?

"I have no idea where that place is, Dr. Beloca. Does this...Facility have any business with NAALC? What is it that cannot wait until work hours?" Better to play dumb.

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