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W olfaraine got back from the council meeting in the evening, with Degar walking beside him. He didn't go straight to his bedroom, instead, he stopped by Alphose's bedroom.

The Cougar Alpha was awake and sitting upon his bed. A smile crossed his features as he saw the Alpha King walk into the bedroom.

"Alpha King..." He bowed his head in greeting. Then, he acknowledged the Leopard Alpha with a wave of his bandaged arm.

"What are you doing up, Alphose. You should be getting some rest so that your recovery will be swift and without delay." The Alpha King has underlying concern visible behind that cool expression he was wearing. That, and exhaustion.

"I have been resting all day. I just had dinner now." Alphose looked down at himself, "I think I'm recovering as fast as I can."

"All thanks to Eline. You have a good friend there, Cougar Alpha. "

"I know, right?" Alphose grinned, "I am most grateful to her. Although she was looking quite worried this morning, I think she believes that she has done something punishable."

Wolfaraine walked towards the only chair in the bedroom and lowered himself on it. "As she should."

"Do take pity on her, Alpha King. I am sure she realizes her mistakes." Alphose pleaded.

The reminder of what followed after the club event has his wolf growling in pleasure inside him. All day, even in the council meeting, memories of last night lurked at the back of his mind, resurfacing at the slightest reminder. It kept his body charged and wanting her all day.

"I do not hold anything against Eline anymore, especially because she is keeping my friend and Alpha alive." He stated, at last, willing his muscles that have gone taut at the thought of his mate to loosen.

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.

"We have no business with NAALC but I believe we have a business with you. A business that is of interest to the both of us and will benefit us both, greatly. "

No way. He barely got out of his involvement with them almost twenty years ago, it was a narrow escape. He is not getting involved again.

"I have no idea what this business is about, Doc. Now, if you will excuse me..." He proceeded to pull the cellphone away from his ear.

"Dr. Angor told me all about you. How you helped us capture Number 6."

"Well, you were not able to keep him, were you?" He snarled, "Instead, he escaped, killed all of you, and burned your biggest laboratory to the ground."

"His escape was a...mistake that was unforeseen. This time around we prepared a more soothing cage for him made with rhodium and the morgan silver. He will not be able to escape this time around." The doctor deadpanned.

Cronus sat up, "Did you just say rhodium? Morgan silver!?"

"Yes."

The wolf alpha recoiled visibly. Rhodium is the most dangerous metal to a werewolf and morgan silver is deadly when it comes in contact with a werewolf's skin. Rhodium weakens a werewolf so much while morgan silver can kill them.

He was almost feeling pity for the Alpha King. Almost.

But still...

"Look, I don't want to get involved with you all ever again. I try to pretend twenty years ago never happened. Let's leave it that way." Cronus declared.

He was about to hang up again when the doctor's next words stopped him .

"Don't you want to be King anymore?" It was calmly asked. "Dr. Angor told me you wanted to rule the whole animals—I mean, changelings. Whatever y'all call yourselves." He paused, "Don't you want to be at that top anymore...?"

Of course, Cronus wanted to. He craved it so badly it is like a drive-in his blood.

"You can help us capture him this time around and I can promise you that we will keep him confined till we get what we want, then we kill him. He will never make it out again." The doctor vowed.

And when the Alpha King dies, he will be the next to lead the changelings as the only older Alpha Werewolf. Naturiah will be his and NAALC will belong to him too. He will be King.

"Count me in." He replied automatically, "What do you need to be done?"

"To capture him, we need you to bring him out to our world. Find a way to get it done. Once we capture him this time, he is not getting out."

Cronus considered telling the doctor about the secret they don't know. That the Alpha King is not only a werewolf but a mountain lion too.

But, he swallowed those words down for the very same reason why he didn't tell them eighteen years ago. Once they find out, the Alpha King will know that a changeling has a hand in his capture. He will know that there's a traitor.

He does not want that shit in the air at all, talk more of him not getting caught. He does not want the Alpha King or the other Alphas on his tail at all. At least, if the scientist's plans fail again, he will be safe just like he was all these years .

But, he knows for sure that their plans will work this time around. There is Rhodium and Morgan Silver involved this time around.

And, they also work on mountain lions.

"I will bring him out to New York," Cronus stated, already sure of the way he can achieve that.

"Good. This is a private number. We will keep in touch here. Get it done as soon as possible and call me, Wolf." With that, the line went dead.

An hour after the line went dead, Cronus was still riding in euphoria. He was suddenly so happy for the first time in a long time.

KING'S TOWER, NATURIAH.

The next evening, Wolfaraine got back from the village where he has been all day, overseeing the new hunting ground that was being constructed in the outskirts of the Wild Forest.

He took his time checking on Nalaila who, according to Degar, woke up long enough to eat lunch before she went back to sleep. He also checked Alphose and was glad to find out that the Cougar Alpha is already moving around, almost fully recovered.

By the time he returned back to his chambers, he was feeling exhausted. Marian brought him dinner and ran a bath for him.

As he stepped into his bathroom, the scent of Ismena caressed his nose. To an average changeling, her scent will no longer be there, considering how hard Mirian and the other workers try to keep his tower clean, especially his space. But, he is not an average changeling. He can still smell her .

A growl made its way to his throat but he managed to cut it off. His cock hardened in his pants with each breath he took.

He'd asked Eline about her when he saw the cougar sentinel coming out of Alphose's bedroom and she'd managed to inform him that Ismena is doing great before she took off in a hurry like her feet is on fire.

After using the bathroom, he was dressing for the night when he heard a knock at his door.

"Come in." He ordered, throwing the black robe around his body.

Alpha Degar walked into his bedroom and bowed his head in greeting.

"Degar." Came the cool response, which is an acknowledgment of the Alpha's greeting.

"Alpha Cronus finally sent his report, Alpha King." He extended some documents to him as he announced.

Wolfaraine took the documents but he dropped them at his reading table. "I am exhausted, I cannot go through these documents tonight. Have you read it?"

"Of course, Alpha King."

"Then, summarize the report to me."

"As you wish." Degar waited until the Alpha King laid down on his bed before he began, "Alpha Cronus reports that our rival company; Nector and Co.

Limited, is after the livestock we have been working to buy from Yacht Farmlands and the worst part of it is that Yacht Farmlands is planning to sell the livestock to Nector and Co.

irrespective of the good deal we are offering them. "

Wolfaraine opened his eyes, his brows knitting into a frown of displeasure .

"Alpha Cronus went ahead to report that the company will suffer a huge loss if Yacht Farmlands doesn't sell to us.

Today, he had another meeting with Yacht Farmlands but they declined his offer yet again, so he is feeling stuck.

" Degar paused, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

He really hated having to make reports like this to the Alpha King.

"Of course, he added that he will still do his best to ensure we get the livestock, and although he is feeling stuck, he would not give up. "

The silence that followed was so deafening, Degar can almost smell the King's dissatisfaction.

"Good news from Josiah's side and bad news from Cronus's side." He remonstrated, anger laced his tone. "Buying that livestock is important for the project we have at hand."

"I know, Alpha King."

Wolfaraine exhaled in exasperation. Then, he closed his eyes and threw a beefy hand across his closed eyelids. "Thank you, Alpha Degar. You can go now."

"Have a good night's rest, Alpha King." The leopard Alpha bowed his head and faced the door.

"Degar?" Wolfaraine called.

Alpha Degar turned, "Yes, Alpha King?"

"Tell Cronus to fix another meeting with Yacht Farmlands and tell the airline team to get the private jet ready. I will be going to New York myself to broker the deal of buying the livestock." He announced.