Moonlight Capture

Alpha Liam

Returning back to my office, I peeled off my fitted black blazer and sat back at my desk. My wolf couldn’t shake Luna Rachel’s words and the terror that was etched on her face. I’m more certain than I’ve ever been that it’s that schmuck who has been picking off the underage human girls from the nearby town for his own sick and twisted enjoyment.

I can feel Katherine’s hands gently knead my shoulders. Her warm breath bounces against my ear as she whispers, “Hi Alpha, you look stressed?”

I smirked, not minding the distraction, and spun my chair around to face her. She’s wearing a seductive little maid get up, her tanned breasts spilling out of the top of the tight dress as she leans down to look at me. I place my hands on her slender waist and pull her closer, inviting her to straddle my waist on the office chair.

She does look spectacular in her mini dress and I sure as hell could blow off some steam. Between the rogues and the new information presented to me by Luna Rachel, a good blow job is exactly what I need.

While Katherine and I are not in a relationship, we have a history. Young love, one may call it. While Katherine and I still share a love for one another, we aren’t in love. Katherine was one of the lucky shifters to find her mate when she turned eighteen years old and, in turn, leaving me heartbroken. When her mate died in battle, she turned to me for comfort and support.

“Surprised to see me?” she asks in a seductive voice, placing small kisses against my neck.

“A welcome surprise,” I chuckled, my hands roaming up the hem of her little outfit and cupping her ass.

As Alpha, it wasn’t hard to find physical touch and affection. The problem was, I was far too busy and had no interest in late night lovers. I found they would get easily attached, all of them eyeing the position of Luna.

With Katherine, it was easy. I knew what she wanted from me and I enjoyed the benefits that came along with it.

Katherine slipped off my body, her knees thumping against the carpet as she carefully undid my belt. My cock sprung free as she licked her lips, her eyes focused on mine while her hands moved to stroke the length of my cock. I feel my body shudder, desperate to feel her warm mouth wrapped around me.

I slammed my fist against my office desk, causing the wood to split in half when the mind link came through from my Beta Jax about another rogue being captured. It was the eighth rogue this month to be found lurking near pack borders. Why was he so incapable of handling it on his own? The directions were simple: see a rogue, kill a rogue. I had no time to deal with the scum of the earth. He insisted that this rogue was different, a young shifter that must have been newly rogue based off of her scent.

I looked down at Katherine and shook my head. She sighed, “can’t they wait?”

Standing up, I pulled up my dress pants and buckled my belt. “Rogues,” I said, “this is going to have to wait.”

She followed my lead and stood up, adjusting her little dress and reaching for her coat. “I get it, I’ll see you later Liam,” she said, shutting my office door behind her.

I huffed, knowing I’d have a bad case of blue balls for the rest of the day.

The rogue refused to give my Beta Jax and Delta Marcus any personal information, which immediately made me suspicious of her intentions. They had been picked up near the river a few miles away from the extended patrol area. Given the influx of potential rogue attacks, I extended patrols into no man’s land to send a clear message to rogues debating about attacking my pack. It wouldn’t be the first time that rogues have worked together and tried to attack the Crescent Pack. I had come to figure out that’s how they plotted. I’ve watched them rip apart packs before and mine was no different.

Rogues were disgusting creatures, they were foul and held no loyalty. Some shifters decided to become rogue on their own terms, but most were subject to becoming rogues through crimes they committed against their pack. They lived a tough life in no man’s land, an area designated for low life creatures filled with swamps and abandoned caves.

The biggest issue with rogues was that they were unpredictable, which is why I preferred to have their throats ripped out rather than cage them indefinitely. The longer they were on my territory, the more chances they would have to cause issues for me.

A pack was only as strong as its Alpha; a saying that my father used to drill into my head as a child. I had become Alpha at the tender age of nineteen when my father had decided it was time to pass down the torch and I willfully dedicated every moment of my life to my pack.

There was not much that could phase me, I had conditioned myself to become a numb and cold monster. I worked endlessly to become the strongest Alpha among the other packs. The Crescent Moon Pack had quickly become the most powerful pack in the US, which was something that I was proud of. We were thriving in every category, had no weakness, which is what made other packs nervous at the mere mention of Crescent Moon. My reputation spoke for itself. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for the wolves in my pack.

I knew my pack was getting restless; anxious that I would never take a mate and provide them with an heir. Heirs are incredibly important to packs, it provides the pack with a sense of ease that the pack will continue to flourish for generations to come. I had waited seven long years to finally find my mate to claim as my Luna and have now given up hope. I know that I will have no other choice but to take a chosen mate eventually to provide stability for my pack. A mate was the other half of your heart, made perfectly for you by the Moon Goddess herself. The desperation of finding my mate had caused me to become ruthless. I knew from the chatter among the council that I was slowly losing control of my temper as an unmated Alpha. The council consisted of my highest ranking members along with the eldest four shifters from the pack.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, anger boiling through my body that I had been interrupted to deal with a rogue. I rolled the sleeves of my black dress shirt up and stood up to look out of the big bay window in my office at the sun setting behind the forest. It was my favorite time of day, the time I most preferred to run my pack borders. Instead, I now had to go deal with the young rogue that had been picked up.

As I made my way towards the pack holding facility, I felt my wolf perk up at a nearby scent loafing in the wind that made all my senses tingle inside. A faint smell of peaches and cream danced in the air making my wolf want to surface. “Down boy”, I told my wolf as I pushed him down. I pulled open the heavy steel doors and rushed down the staircase, determined not to waste time, so I could still catch the sunset during my run.

When I reached the bottom of the concrete staircase, the scent of peaches and cream nearly knocked me over. A patrol guard by the name of Jeremy approached me immediately to debrief me on the situation, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the scent. My breathing quickened its pace and I could feel my eyes darkening. I didn’t understand why, but I needed to find where that seductive smell was coming from. My wolf was yearning for it, fighting for control to locate that delicious scent. We needed to be near that smell, the smell that was causing an immediate rush of blood directly to my cock. I raced through the hallway of silver laced cages, my head darting to one side from another. I finally noticed my Beta Jax at the end of the hallway and quickened my pace towards him, “Do you smell that?”, I asked impatiently.

He shook his head, entering into the cage at the end of the hall. When I finally arrived in front of the cage, tunnel vision suddenly overtook me. I pried the bars open with my bare hands, not bothering to simply open the door. Desperation seeped in my blood to get to the fragile brunette rogue that was cooped up in a corner of the cage, her head shoved into her knees.

I could feel my Beta Jax and Delta Marcus eyes widen as I leapt towards the terrified young girl in my holding facility. The need to hold and protect her in my arms growing with every passing moment. My wolf’s possessiveness was out on full display, seething with rage that two of my shifters were near the girl alone.

She was mine.