Chapter 3 HOSTING ALPHA GREG

One of his girls, Greg, patrolled from place to place in his suit, agitatedly. It had been a few days since he had been with the blue-haired and hazel-green-eyed girl, yet he was still overwhelmed by recollections of her. He windswept his hair and gathered his arms as he moved from one particular verge of his apartment to another.

All this was going on because he was so drunk by her that he had lost control that night and marked her. But he had been with numerous ladies in the past and had gotten over it, approximately.

This particular lady appears to have stayed with him like a perpetual mark just because he had made a mistake and patent her.

He snarled in hindrance as he remembered how her appearance wrinkled when he chased her out the next morning. This was the first time he had felt guilt for any of his actions, and it peeved him. He had done worse to other ladies, so why did her sad appearance disturb him?

"Shit," he roared, broke his fistful into the wall.

All this shit wouldn't have happened if he hadn't gotten drunk and carried away after he had destroyed that filthy pack. He had been so drunk with his victory and power that he had told his warriors who had accompanied him to go out and have fun, while he went for a run in the forest.

Somehow, he crossed into Blossom's pack territory, and because he felt like he was on top of the world, he allowed his curiosity to sway him into traveling with the pack. He was also very horny. He needed a sweet female to release all that stifled energy within him.

At that moment, he changed into his human form and walked around Blossom in disguise. When he stumbled into the bar, he was proximately fascinated by the crying ash-brown-haired girl.

She wasn't actually his sort. He desired loud, horrible females who just wanted a hot night, but the brown-haired scent pleased him. He watched her throughout the night, waiting for her to get drunk enough to become an easy no-win situation.

Shrewd that it was his cue when she began to laugh uproariously and move messily, he approached her, and once she tossed her head around to give him a full view of her body and face, a tremor ran through his body.

Holy fuck! She was beautiful.

Of course, he had seen more gorgeous women, but the woman before him had this flimsy, yet foremost air to her. Her hazel green eyes and full lips called out to him. She had the faultless magnitude of boobs he loved, cheerful, not too firm, and not too soft.

He saw that grief penetrated abysmally into her eyes, and something warned him to keep off. He had normally avoided broken girls.

Apparently, his wolf, too, wanted her. His wolf was a beast, and if he refused what it wanted, he knew that it would somehow come back and take her by force. The lady was not making it easy by smiling hilariously.

Everything about her drove me crazy. It wanted to imprint itself on her and make her scent his. It was strange because his wolf had never been so territorial before.

Greg wriggled to keep his wolf in check as he entered her. The fight for control and her loud moans made the experience even more exciting. Yet the moment his wolf saw the mark of another on her, it was enraged and marked her on top of it.

That snapped Greg out of a frenzy. He was instantly filled with uninhibited fury. Still, his wolf fought until it completed the mark above her breast and at the back of her neck, licking it to seal it out of eyesight.

When morning came, Greg directed the anger and annoyance he felt for himself at her. It intensified him when he got back from his run, and he was enthusiastic about her arousal.

In another development, what was worse was that she appeared in his dreams every night; after having that remarkable sexual role, his dreams turned to nightmares where he saw her suffering and pleading for his help. It always left him and his wolf troubled. He needed to do something about it rapidly.

"My great Alpha, you called me," Mark, his most trusted warrior and companion, said as he entered his room.

"Sure," he grumbled, puffing and holding the bridge of his nose.

He despised how he was drawn to her. He despised how he felt, and there was one way he knew how to remedy his little obsessions. It was to find her again and have her till he got over her, or make her hate him.

"Send scouts into Blossom. I need you to find an ash-brown-haired lady with hazel-green eyes. She is a bit rosy-skinned and slim but with wide hips. Find her and bring her to me. Find her before the Blossom Party tonight. I need to get over her quickly," he ordered. Mark bowed and walked out briskly.

The entire day went by with Mark and some of his warriors going in search of her, but it was all to no avail. Greg was utterly pissed by the time he arrived at the Blossom pack hall for the party.

There were a lot of gorgeous damsels making gesticulations and flinging themselves at him. It gave him joy, excited as it made him laugh when he understood the innumerable number of females that thought they could pacify and mate him only to end up becoming fanatical over his body and getting tossed aside when he became tired of them.

Some beautiful ones wedged his thoughts as the party was ongoing and he decided that if he couldn't find the brown-haired lady, he would take out his thwarting on them in bed instead.

Greg didn't care for Alpha Lloyd but was impressed by the thrill of the party. Lloyd was authoritative and callous, but not as dominant or callous as him. Yet Greg knew that he had to be checked lest he grow wings and become arrogant. After all, Blossom had been close allies with the pack he had just besotted.

Another thing that amplified Greg's contempt for the arrogant Lloyd was that he only cared about his position and not his pack members.

Every powerful man knew that to truly succeed one had to be careful about the people one surrounded himself with. Lloyd didn't care. A report had it that it was his mate who looked out for the pack members.

Greg found it revolting, he is uncomfortable with the word, mate. He could never have one or live his pack in the hands of a female. He only saw them as free sex givers.

Weary of the galore, he was ready to call it a night when the anchor said.

"And on a final note, let's have some closing remarks from Blossom's adorable Luna, Melissa Maurice,"

A wonderful cheer and ovation echoed around the hall. At once, Greg was inquisitive to see the supposed Luna. He watched as she climbed the stage, adorned in a pale green sheath gown that slurped her curvatures and paid tribute to her eyes. He heaved a sigh when he recognized her.

Shit! She looked magnificent and all opinions of devouring any other lady that night disappeared. His wolf began to go wild within him.

Greg wanted her and he didn't care if she was another person's mate and the consequences that could cost. He could go for whatever he wants at the expense of whose odds is god.

He carefully watched her every single movement, his eyes stunning her body. He barely heard anything that she had said.

When she was done addressing the crowd, she went through the backstage. Greg couldn't hold it, immediately got to his feet, and trailed her scent until he found her in the dressing room behind the stage.

He crept up on her. She didn't notice him because she was too busy crying. He sighed in irritation; there was nothing he hated more than weaklings.

"We will meet again," he roared. She jumped back, her hazel eyes protruding out. On recognizing him, pain flashed through her eyes.

"Y-you," She sputtered, clutching her breasts.

Greg sucked his teeth. Was she intentionally seducing him, on realizing that he was also the notorious Alpha of Shadow Moon Pack?

She gasped, and fear pooled out of her pores. Greg chuckled at Shadowy, reveling in her fear.

"You're as ruthless as they say." She sneered, getting to her feet.

Greg growled. he hated the frustration and hatred for him that flashed in her eyes. He was aroused but she wasn't. She appeared to despise him.

Deafening again, he grasped her into his arms, his mouth spontaneously found his mark above her chest and touched it; her breath ceased for a moment.

He giggled, "You're coming home with me."

"Never," She responded, her breath heavy, her eyes trembling open and close. "This is my pack. I'm Luna."

Greg Sneered,

"We shall see." He said, letting go of her. He was astonishingly pleased as the scent of her awakening swarmed the room as he returned to his place in the packed hall.

Following her resistance towards him, he had come up with a modest plan. Approximately after the event was over, he was going to bargain for her with Lloyd and if he declined him, he was going to bring hell to Blossom. Luna or not, she was his, and we are his stand.

When he got her, he was going to use every means to break the spell she had over him.