Seducing the Alpha

"Please give me time."

Alpha Jaxon could feel his anger rising as he looked at the old man begging before him. He wasn't a fan of mercy and he would certainly not tolerate an agreement that was left unfulfilled. No matter what happens, the act of begging for something unjust and unforgivable just gave him plain disrespect.

"Time?" he growled, disgusted. The old man in front of him flinched back in horror. "I'm not known to be patient, Mr. Jones. I will not tolerate this failure in your part."

"I promise I will fix this. If you can just give me a few days-"

"Don't promise something you can't keep," Alpha Jaxon bit back. This human had the audacity to ask for more time when it had been years since he hadn't paid him back. Despite his anger, he tried to remain calm and serious. Deep down, he knew he was about to lose his anger. He wanted to rip this old man into pieces. Rip his head off and get this over and done with.

The huge amount of money the human owed him was somewhere lost and forgotten. His time was over and he wasn't even halfway into paying his full debt. Alpha Jaxon honestly didn't care anymore, he was making that lot of money almost every month. But he had rules that must be followed. Everyone knew he could be a generous Alpha who lends good money to those who needed it. The rule was simple - return the money in time. In this case, giving more time would be inexcusable and unforgivable.

He would never go back on his words.

"Please," the old man continued to beg, almost bursting to tears.

Weak, he thought, and his wolf growled in anger. This was the kind of behavior he didn't and would never tolerate. He wasted his time to come here and watch this old man begging on his knees. He didn't want to see anymore of this nonsense.

He wasn't the kind of Alpha to be merciful. Everyone knew that. The old man should've known better. Old men like him disgusted the Alpha as much as salt disgusted worms. The human knew what he's getting himself into and he deserves what he gets. Everyone called the Alpha an evil beast behind his back and he agreed. He didn't get this far because he was kind or honorable. No, his pack chose him because he was ruthless and unbeatable.

In the real world, the strongest always wins.

"How would you like to die, Mr. Jones?" Alpha Jaxon asked, getting to the point. He stood tall, looking down at the old man with his hands clenched.

He looked up at the Alpha, shivering in fear. "I would like to die peacefully, Alpha Jaxon, in my sleeping bed when I'm older."

"You are older," he said, stating the obvious.

"I don't have much, but I will pay you more than I owe."

Alpha Jaxon almost laughed. This man must be insane. The Alpha didn't have time for senseless words and empty promises. Old men died quickly and forget their earthly promises.. In this case, he was pretty sure the old man would die before he could even pay his debt. Soon, the debt would pass on to his children.

Alpha Jaxon honestly shouldn't even be wasting his time here, waiting for the old man to pay for all of it. The money didn't matter anymore and he had lost his patience. Still, there was one thing left to do. He nod to his Beta who was standing by his side and was always there to obey his orders and kept track of my doings. Once he saw the Alpha's nod, the Beta quickly understood what it meant with nothing else but an eye contact. He proceeded to grab the old man by his shirt, throwing him on the floor before the Alpha.

He was just about to get rid of him when something else suddenly caught his attention. He frowned in confusion, sniffing the air. A different scent flooded his nostrils. It's unique and sweet, attracting his inner wolf. He hadn't smelled anything like it his whole life.

Instinctively, he turned his head and followed the trail of the scent with his own eyes. At the top of the staircase, he could see a pretty girl standing. Her sky blue eyes caught his and she froze on her steps. Her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders in curls. She's wearing a blue dress, which drew out her frame, and her little feet were stuck in doll shoes.

His wolf growled inside him, begging to come out. A certain word was spoken in his head in certainty and he could feel himself getting ready to pounce.

Mate.

His senses hit him like a storm. Almost immediately, he could feel his eyes dilating as he stared up at his little mate. She had that curious look upon her face as she wandered her eyes all over his features, observing him.

She must be wondering who he was. But he could certainly feel she found him attractive, because her scent became sweeter. She looked so beautiful and innocent. For a long time, he had searched for her, almost giving up. He thought the Moon Goddess had punished him by not giving him a mate. He wasn't a perfect Alpha, he did what he thought was best for his pack. But looking at the girl now, it made him want to take her away with him, away from here. Stealing her away would be the easy part. But would that make her love him? Would that make her accept who he was?

A beast.

Alpha Jaxon just couldn't think of anything else while his wolf going out of control inside him. And yet, he tried his best to remain calm. Emotionless. Because he was an Alpha, and showing any emotion in front of everyone would show his weakness. He had a reputation to keep and he had the best intentions to keep it that way.

It seemed the girl was deep in thought until she finally decided to walk down the steps of the staircase. She had a tray on her hands and a few cups. Was she planning to serve them? Alpha Jaxon could've found it funny but he couldn't take his eyes off her, and he could see just how much this was making her uncomfortable.

When she reached the bottom of the staircase, she moved to place the tray on the small glass table in front of him. "Would you like some tea, sir?" she asked politely with a sweet voice.

A human, he realized, and an innocent one at that. He knew this because of the way her purely sweet scent smelled and by the way she greeted him sir. Any wolf would know it was a grievous offense to not respect an Alpha. Not calling him by his title was already great offense and it could even result to death. But this woman, she was innocent from the ways of his world.

"Isabelle," the old man called, his voice quivering, as if warning her from the dangers he could bring.

She stood up straight and turned to look at him with a frown. "Yes, Papa?"

"I'd like some tea, Isabelle," Alpha Jaxon spoke up, bringing her attention back to him. He sat down on the sofa behind him and sat back comfortably in his seat.

The girl seemed surprised, and her cheeks turned prettily red. Nevertheless, she proceeded to pour him tea. Then she gracefully offered him the cup. His wolf purred at the sight of her serving him. Standing up straight, she gave him a sweet smile, and it almost softened his cold heart.

Almost.

"Thank you," he said, truly grateful for the tea and she smiled politely. The girl seemed to be aware of the situation, that her father owed him a huge amount of money and why he had come here. He hoped she knew as well, he always got what he wanted, no matter what the price was.

"My pleasure." She bowed down in front him then stood up straight, looking at him with a determined look. The innocent woman from a few minutes ago suddenly looked fierce and brave. "Sir, I hope you can give my father another chance to pay for our debt. We're doing the best we can to earn money and we still need more time. I hope you'll understand."

Alpha Jaxon's face remained neutral. "I do understand.. that I need to end the agreement now before it gets worse. Your father took advantage of my generosity and I won't tolerate it anymore. Besides, a young woman like you shouldn't be working to pay for your father's debt."

"I'm his daughter and I'm willing to take the responsibility. It would mean a lot if you could give us another chance."

"I don't give second chances."

Her cheeks turned pink and he could sense she was getting angry. "Are you this cruel?" she questioned, raising her voice.

She kept surprising him. Was this woman truly the daughter of the old man? She was different from her father. Fierce and strong, perfect for an Alpha. "I'm afraid I'll have to pass on that proposal, Ms. Jones," Alpha Jaxon stated. "I still want what I came for."

Her hopeful eyes looked hopeless now, as if she had given up. "We don't have the money," she protested.

He shook his head. "That's not what I want anymore. At first, I wanted your father's death, but now I see.. there's no point in killing a man who can't even fight for himself when his daughter needs him the most. Your father doesn't deserve you."

She stared at him, speechless, his words sinking in to her precious mind. Then Alpha Jaxon turned to look at her weak old father, directing a glare towards him. "Keep your end of the bargain, Mr. Jones. Your time's up and I want something else in return."

The old man began to look even more nervous. "I don't have much, Alpha Jaxon. I have nothing-"

Alpha Jaxon slammed his fist on the small glass table in front of him. The glass shattered and broke into pieces, the loud sound erupting to the whole room. His sight had darkened and he watched as the girl jumped in fear and the old man flinched back in horror.

"I want her."

Isabelle watched as the tall man stood in their living room, a demeaning look on his face. An eerie silence filled the whole room as he looked around. He was about six feet tall, and really big. Although he couldn't see her, she felt like he could see all through the walls of the room. But his face didn't resemble the look of a beast as her father told her. She could say he even looked quite handsome for a man of his profession.

When she saw another guy pushing her father in the back and throwing him on the floor, Isabelle quickly rushed towards the kitchen to prepare a tray for tea. It might have been a stupid idea but she couldn't think of anything else to do to help her father who was obviously in danger. She had to do something.

She knew he wasn't the perfect father. Ever since her mother died, he seemed to have died as well. They faced hard times and he tried his best to keep putting food on their table. Eventually, he had no choice and had to borrow money from the richest and strongest man there was in the town. Welcoming this stranger with a cup of tea was the least thing she could probably do to ease the growing tension.

Just as she showed up with a tray on her hands, she saw the tall stranger stop what he was about to do. He frowned in confusion and looked around the room, as if searching for something. Then his eyes caught hers. She didn't know what to do then. Something in his eyes seemed to be telling her something but she was fairly sure he's just absolutely curious about her. She had never seen him before and only ever heard about him.

It was rumored that he didn't age and looked still as young as he was before. Perhaps that explains why he still looked as handsome as a man in his youth, given that he was the most powerful man known in town.

Her father kept telling her he was an extremely dangerous man. The strongest he'd ever known. But now as she observed the stranger, she could see just how cold and mean he could be. He values a man's word and punishes those who violates it. Even just looking at him made her a little nervous. Still, she would have to face him with courage. She had to help her father ask for forgiveness. Technically speaking, they deserved this treatment. Her father should've paid him a long time ago but time hadn't been kind to them and they were left drowning in their own sea of troubles.

The stranger's face remained unemotional even as he kept staring at her, observing her. She would give anything to know what he's thinking. But first, she probably should start greeting him. As Isabelle began walking down the stairs, she could feel all eyes on her. She strides towards them fearlessly and put the tray on the small glass table in front of the visitors. "Would you like some tea, sir?" she asked politely and his eyes flickered with surprise.

"Isabelle," her father called, his voice sounding nervous.

"Yes, Papa?" she asked, looking back at her father with a frown. She knew he didn't want her to interfere. But seeing him almost getting killed right on the spot earlier, he couldn't expect her to just standby and watch. She had to do something.

"I'd like some tea, Isabelle," the handsome stranger spoke up, taming all of her attention. She tried her best to ignore the way he called her name. It sounded so sultry and sweet and just perfect. He sat on the sofa behind him and leaned back comfortable in his seat, looking like he was having the best time of his life.

She proceeded to pour him a cup of tea and he thanked her as soon as she gave it to him.

"My pleasure," she replied, bowing down in respect. She waited for him to finish drinking before finally speaking her thoughts. "Sir, I hope you can give my father another chance to pay for our debt. We're doing our best to earn money and we still need more time. I hope you'll understand."

He took his time, finishing his tea. "I do understand.. that I need to end the agreement now before it gets worse. Your father took advantage of my generosity and I won't tolerate it anymore. Besides, a young woman like you shouldn't be working to pay for your father's debt."

"I'm his daughter and I'm willing to take the responsibility," I retort. "It would mean a lot if you could give us another chance."

"I'm afraid I'll have to pass on that proposal, Ms. Jones. I still want what I came for."

Isabelle almost felt like giving up. Were they really going to end up like this? Was her father going to jail? Or worse, die? Are they going to take him away to punish him?

"But we don't have the money," she protested, defeated.

He shook his head in disagreement. "That's not what I want anymore. At first, I wanted your father's death, but now I see.. there's no point in killing a man who can't even fight for himself when his daughter needs him the most. Your father doesn't deserve you."

She had no words to say and no thoughts at all. And with that, he seemed definitely satisfied. Then he turned his head to look at her father, directing an intensely glare at him, his eyes darkening with anger.

"Keep your end of the bargain, Mr. Jones. Your time's up and I want something else in return."

Her father began to look even more nervous. "I don't have much, Alpha Jaxon. I have nothing-"

The man called Alpha Jaxon slammed his fist on the small glass table in front of him. The glass shattered loudly and broke to pieces, the sharp sound erupting to the whole room. His eyes began darkening in anger and she jumped back in fear at the sight of him.

"I want her."