Chapter 28. Renovation

Point of View: Alpha Ryan Damison

I walk inside my office's cabin, I see new furnished table and chairs. I remember how I lost control over my anger on Thursday and broke them into a hundred pieces. Dammit!

Ethan saw me watching porn, he probably thinks I am gay. I remember how shocked and red his face was. I should have locked the door.

Ryan! I need my mate or else I'll go berserk. I can't control it for this long. Dakota growls in my head.

I avoid him.

Will you stop playing I am hard to get? I want to mate with our mate. Dakota yells in frustration.

I again avoid him.

Ryan! Don't pretend that you don't want to spank him.

Shut up, Dakota. We are never mating with him. And that is final.

I block him in my head before he could growl at me or try to dominate my human form. I have had enough of his purring mate shit. I have always been strict with my pack, followed Alpha duties and even as a boss I made sure in my company, all the rules are followed. I don't show leniency and especially no mercy.

I always come early to the office before my employees come. I like to monitor everyone, as whoever comes late I make sure to deduct fine from their salary. Yeah! I am that kind of boss.

But I broke my own rule by losing control in the office where humans work. How could I have been so careless? And to avoid Ethan, I didn't come the next day, which was very unprofessional of me. I hope Ethan forgets by now about the porn event.

I have never been so embarrassed like this in my whole life. Not even when I first shifted into my wolf form, then back to my naked human form and cried like a girl in front of my crush. I was just thirteen. Or maybe fifteen. (Author says he was seventeen)

I lightly punch on the table to check how rugged and vigorous the wood is. I can still feel the bruises on my knuckles that were cut open while I punched rogues to the death. The Red Room is my only salvation to save me from becoming a berserk Alpha.

I sit on my new chair, close my eyes, and feel the comfortable leather. This is good.

Suddenly I smell vanilla and dew grass scent getting closer and stronger. I know who is about to come in so I swiftly grab any file from my desk and pretend to read it.

I see it's a cosmopolitan magazine, the cover page has a photograph of Madonna kissing some model, who is one-third of her age. I sense Ethan inside my cabin but one thing that catches not only mine, but my wolf's attention also is,

The smell of blood.

The smell is light, but it is still strong enough for a werewolf to know it is fresh and coming from our mate. My wolf's ears erect and we both get alert. I look all over Ethan to see if there is any scratch or bruise but I see none, in fact, he seems all fine. He is looking around my cabin noticing the renovation casually.

But it didn't ease mine or my wolf's turmoil. "What happened to you?" The words automatically slip from my lips, I want to know if anyone attacked our mate, if not then why is he bleeding?

Ethan looks at me like an angel looks down on the earth in search of a Christmas tree to sit on. I can imagine white wings and halo on him making him look charismatically innocent. So cute. But why is he bleeding?

"Ethan?" Dakota and I are getting impatient with the lack of any reply. He blinks a couple of times before saying, "Sir, I slipped from the stairs so I couldn't come on Friday. I will-" I heard nothing else. He slipped from the stairs!

Our mate got injured, and we were not there for him. Ryan, you fucking cactus. Dakota roars in my head.

Guilt slowly devours me. I feel bad that I wasn't there to take him to the hospital or take care of him. He went through all the pain by himself.

My mate is hurt.

I clench my fists, claws pierce through my skin mercilessly but the pain is felt inside my chest. As if a pin was poking in my heart, going deeper tearing the wound.

The door closes, I look around and notice I am all alone. I keep my hand on the chest and massage a little.

The pain is gone but not the loneliness.