Filed to story: Divorce Tears From The Alpha (Ella & Holden)
Every pack around would know he did not attend these things and she probably felt somewhat superior for getting him here, well it would be the last time someone tricked him into a mating ball.
They had been shown to their accommodations, he and Jeremy had rooms on the first floor of the pack-house. Been told the western side of the first floor was for guests, the eastern side held the Luna’s office and the pack library and a conference room for Alpha meetings. A Luna having an office? He shook his head, why he couldn’t fathom.
The Alpha’s office he noted was on the ground floor directly across from the pack-house front doors, Hmm same place as his. Holden liked being able to access the front door quickly if there was an attack so it was the best place for it, or so he liked to think.
His un-mated wolves were seen to a long building off the western side of the pack-house, kind of like university dorm style rooms, but it was just for two days. His wolves would survive the accommodations they all had reversed cycle air conditioning, a large bed, small wardrobe and an en-suite bathroom, the room also contained a min bar fridge with snacks and drinks in them, though no alcohol his wolves noted.
He’d been outside with Jeremy getting his luggage from his vehicle when Jeremy had cleared his throat, nudged him and said “Hey Holden, look over there.”
Holden was still feeling annoyed from his drive here and the way the Luna had looked at him but he had moved his eyes off in the direction Jeremy was indicating and low and behold there she was “the mutt” he had murmured, he’d come here get a rematch from was walking towards a playground, he’d been about to head off after her when he realised she was heading right toward the girls playing in the playground, twin’s he noted.
She was still fully kitted out, black combat boots, black tights, knives strapped to each thigh, she was wearing a black leather under bust corset with more knives slotted into it, a black skin tight long-sleeve top. Nice sized beasts, probably fit in his hands nicely, a smile touched his lips at the thought they were pushed up quite perkily by that corset. Her hood was down and the high collar of her shirt was up, the only parts of her visible her eyes and her hands, though he couldn’t see what colour her eyes were from here she was not facing him. Her bow and quiver were strapped to her back. A very athletic creature, he watched as she vaulted one handed over the one meter high fence around the playground, the bow and quiver didn’t hinder her at all, probably trained with it on. Then was all over the twin girls in the playground.
His first instinct had to be stalk over there and tear strips off of the she-wolf for their last encounter, but the way she had be-lined those children in the park had stopped him. From what he was watching she was likely their mother, the way he’d heard her chastise them and watched her play with them it was likely. He’d have to get her alone.
She moved off down the side of the pack-house, probably lived in it from the way she strolled in that direction with the children, he wondered if she was a Ranked member of the pack that could make things more difficult.
He’d headed off inside hoping to catch a glimpse of what she actually looked like, but he didn’t see her, where ever they had gone it had not been to the front of the pack house. He would never allow any of his pack members to stroll through the pack or into his pack-house dressed like that, or kitted out in a fully weaponized manner as was her retrieval gear. But he guessed not his pack, different set of rules. A tad disrespectful he thought to the Alpha of the pack.
He was standing thinking about how she had strolled right into the pack-house like that, the comments from that day, how proud that Beta had seemed, perhaps she was his mate. Perhaps that was why she was allowed to stroll around as she does. Though he wouldn’t allow Jeremy’s mate to do that, when he found his mate that was.
Seeing the she-wolf in the light of day his men weren’t wrong, she was indeed a tiny she-wolf, their estimate of her height was off though, those boots of hers added a good two inches of height to her small frame, should couldn’t be more than 5″6′. He was going to tower over the top of her when they came face to face, she would fear him instantly. He smiled to himself, he was 6″10′ and muscled to the hilt, his shoulders so wide he only just fit through a standard sized door way.
Holden worked out a lot and aimed to look imposing and threatening, even when he was just standing around doing nothing. His black hair was a little on the long side but easily swept back with some hair gel, as it was now. All the she-wolves walking past him were smiling and batting their lashes at him. He knew he was considered devilishly handsome, with his straight nose, square jaw line and apparently kissable lips, not to thin not to fat one she-wolf had told him and she’d spent most of her time kissing him, when they’d spent the night together. He also boasted unnaturally long black eyelashes that she-wolves died for, clean shaven or unshaven un-mated she-wolves flocked to him.
His bed was only empty if he wanted it to be, he was very careful to make sure that no pups had been created between him and his mile long list of lovers. His lovers were under no illusion that he was after anything more than a good hard f**k, he also made sure they were gone the minute he was done with them.
No she-wolf ever spent the night in the Alpha suite, he didn’t need nor want them getting any ideas, he was not looking to mark them or make them his Luna. None of them had actually been in the Alpha suite he used the empty room across the hall for s*x and that was how it would stay. Even when he got round to picking the warrior to have his heir, the child would not be conceived his his suite. His child would though stay in the Alpha suite, the suite housed 4 bedrooms other than his, his father had multiple children with multiple women therefore needed the rooms. His child’s mother could have a room down the hall if he couldn’t convince her to give it up. Which he was hoping to do, what he really wanted was just a surrogate to birth him and heir.
That child would also not see a string of she-wolves coming and going from his bed, he’d seen that as a child and had hated it every single time, saw the hurt in his mothers eyes every time too, he would not do that to his child.
Several Marques had been set up in a long line behind the pack-house to house all the visiting wolves to eat meals in, he knew three of the visiting Alpha’s and they were very shocked to see him here at the mating ball. He had just shrugged it of and said it was about time, that he was doing it for his pack members. He did not admit to being tricked into it.
His Alpha enhanced senses were already smelling arousal from all the un-mated wolves and several had peeled off to have some fun. He’d had words with his un-mated wolves about the etiquette he expected them to display.
There would be no frivolous s*x prior to the ball, he expected them all to wait until the mating ball, if they did not find their mate then they could find an un-mated partner to enjoy time with for the last night, but tonight it was expected that they all behave themselves and show pride for their pack.
He himself was constantly bumped into by un-mated she-wolves, and a very flirty “oh I’m sorry” had followed along with a hand that lingered somewhere on his body usually his abdomen, and dinner hadn’t even started yet this was just pre dinner drinks.
He’d had four fully loaded wolfen drinks already, hated these blasted balls, and the way she-wolves fell all over him and the constant smell of arousal and s*x of other wolves drove him mad, not to mention. That his Alpha hearing picked up nearly everything as well. Even Rip was annoyed right now.
He found Jeremy sitting at their table with a red haired she-wolf in his lap. Clearly he was not going along with the rules that his Alpha had laid out, the man was obsessed with red headed women. When he found his Mate if she wasn’t a red head she might have trouble getting him to Mark and Mate her.
Holden had not seen a single she-wolf come out of his Beta’s suite in the last 4 years that was not a red head, apparently it was his favourite colour. This particular she wolf was sitting very close to him and he could smell her, and she looked hot and bothered, for although they were sitting here in a very public place Jeremy’s hand was under the girls skirt.
Holden kicked the back of his chair, and heard the girl suddenly gasp out loud, then a hand clamped over her mouth, ‘oh for the love of the goddess’ Holden shot at Jeremy through the mind-link ‘get your hand out of there, RULES.’ he snapped angrily, the rest of his pack seemed to be obeying but not Jeremy, just had to push his buttons.
‘that was your fault.’ Jeremy shot back ‘startled me and my fingers slipped.’
he removed his hand and turned to look at Holden a smirk on his face as he tasted his finger.
Holden was ready to kill him “take that s**t to your room.” he snarled at his Beta.
Jeremy smiled and stood grabbing the girls hand “if you insist boss.” and walked away taking her with him. Nothing bloody changes with that man.
This was exactly why he hated these things, wolves were here to see if they could find their fated mates when the full moon rose tomorrow. Yet they were all off getting what they could from strangers, when it was highly possible that they would meet there Mate in just over 24 hours.
This was the one place and time he would not indulge in se*x, not that he expecting to find his mate. But if he did he didn’t want her to smell another woman on him, or have seen him go off to f*uck someone the day before her met her. That is just wrong.
This was the one time he hated his Alpha senses and how heightened they just were. Getting any sleep tonight or tomorrow wasn’t likely going to happen. He’d probably just roam about and look around the pack, well away from the pack-house.
He was on his 6th drink when he spotted the twin girls from earlier in the evening. They were running and screaming across the grassed area, with what he could only imagine was their nanny in hot pursuit. She looked flushed and exhausted her dark hair was a mess and she was covered in, from what his sense of smell could pick up, chocolate sauce. His mouth twitch, they were obviously a handful.
He tracked them across the area behind the pack-house to a short, dark haired woman, she had an athletic build, she fit the description. He drained his glass, banged it down on the table and stalked over to her. Stepped right up to her, towering over her in fact and stood glaring down at her. Her grey eyes widened at his sudden appearance in front of her, she took a step back, pushed the twins behind her. He took a step forward, he’d drank enough wolfen scotch to have it effect his judgement. His wolf Rip had told him ‘not now.’ but Holden had waited long enough to have this little wolf apologise for her actions. And apparently she had been out here the whole time ignoring him, she had to know who he was, he was the biggest wolf here. And surely Thomas would have mentioned him to her. Yet she was over there without a care in the world, seemingly didn’t think she owed him and apology, well she bloody did.
Holden could smell fear coming from her, he was close enough not to need Rips help on that, good he wanted her to be afraid. “Apologise.” he snapped at her angrily, as he recalled the arrow two inches from his face, the knife in his boot.
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