Chapter 6 ACTA NON-VERBA

CALLUM’S POV

I walked inside my office without noticing someone’s presence. I flipped off the whole lamp in frustration that was beside the door, and it shattered into thousands of pieces.

How can we miss her?

Not even a single rogue gave birth to someone from our pack. It's either that or what I felt was wrong. Am I really wrong?

Am I missing something?

I clearly felt a new connection, and I am sure others in the pack felt it too; strangely the connection was quite strong. Then how come not even a single rogue gave birth to a kid of this pack?

I didn’t miss the Rogue, or did I?

But that’s impossible!

No one steps inside or outside this pack, without my permission.

“Control your anger, don’t let it control you.” A calm and authoritative voice echoed throughout the office.

I turned and saw my father perched on one of the chairs in the corner; even when he wasn’t sitting at his original place, which now belongs to me, he still had the same aura that surrounds the walls of this office. He wore a black blazer today, ironed crisp and fresh. His hair looked neat and swept back to give him a wiser look. My father definitely knows how to keep himself young. Even at this age, women throw themselves at him, but he doesn't give them any attention, heck! He never gave attention to y mother, his own mate.

I have seen his old photos, he looked lanky, but now he looks nothing like his old, weak self. I momentarily wondered if such a change was possible. It seemed too easy.

“I-I am sorry. I didn’t see you there,” I sighed and turned my face.

I know my father very well; I have basically learned everything from him, as my mom was never around. He is my first teacher, my first school, and the person I would always look up to.

“Welcome back, son; please take a seat. After all, this is your office.” He offered me a chair in front of him, and I knew better than not to follow his instructions, so I silently complied and took the vacant seat in front of him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Are you saying that I can’t come back here, in my own pack?” he raised his eyebrow, silently challenging me to deny it.

“That’s not what I said; I was just asking about the purpose of your visit.”

It’s not like you came here to see me. I mentally said that to myself.

“So, how’s life, son?” He asked, suddenly changing the direction of this conversation.

“It’s fine. Everything is fine.” I answered, not knowing where this was going.

“So, someone told me that you went to look for some rogue?” He crossed his arms over his chest, a sign that he was here to discuss something serious, or I might have done something to piss him off.

But then again, he is quite unpredictable too.

“Yes,” I answered truthfully, I knew he already knew what I had been up to, so there’s no point in hiding anything from him. He has his eyes and ears everywhere.

“Tell me one thing, son, who is your first priority, a random rogue or your pack?”

“What kind of a question is this father? Of course, my pack is my priority.”

“Acta non-Verba. I am sure you know the meaning of this Latin phrase. I remember teaching it to you.” He narrowed his eyes at me, and I gulped.

“Actions, not words.” I translated.

“Right, so then why are you wasting your time on some rogue when you should be taking care of your pack. I thought you hate rogues!” I didn’t miss the slight hint of mockery in the last part of his sentence.

“I still hate them, and I went in search of those rogues because I was looking for something important.”

“Important? Are those rogues important for you nowadays? When will you learn, Callum?!” He growled.

“You won’t understand-“

“Yeah, right! As if I am not the former Alpha of this pack! What you should be doing is to search your mate instead of some random bitch to f***!” he roared, and the entire office shook with his voice. My wolf and I were tempted to show our necks in submission.

But I resisted the urge; Alpha’s don’t bow in front of anyone, not even the council members.

We treat them with respect, but we don’t submit our wolves to them.

“I am looking for her.” I reasoned.

“No! You are looking for another wh*re to fool around again; I know you, Callum, and I am here to warn you. Stop wasting your time with these bitches and get to work. Find your mate as soon as possible before the council strip you from your position.” He said seriously; there were no emotions in his eyes except fear. Fear of losing this pack.

I have seen him work hard his entire life to make this pack what it is today; if I lose the pack, then that means not only mine but his entire life’s hard work will also go to waste.

“I am not going to let that happen; I am going to work hard, and neither of us is losing this pack,” I answered, and the tension in his shoulders alleviated a bit.

“We’ll see, son.” He walked out of the door while I looked at his back.

I was about to knock off the next closest thing to me when he turned back.

“Clean up this mess, Callum, and keep your anger in check.” He warned again and finally walked away.

Maybe he is right, I need to find someone to release some pent-up frustration, and I knew just the right person for it. I know I shouldn’t be doing this when he just warned me, but do I care?

Absolutely not!

I mind-linked her and asked her to reach my bedroom in the next five minutes.

The second I left the office and walked towards my room, I felt hot; I wanted my release so badly. I haven’t got a chance to even kiss anyone. But I am very particular about the women I sleep with.

Long hairs, long legs but short nails. I don’t want anyone else to leave a mark on my body; only my mate is allowed to do that.

Camille was already there as I entered my room; she had long brown hair and long legs that she wrapped around my waist when I ram inside her hard. I called her today because she knows that I like it hard and sometimes I like playing games in bed, and she is totally fine with those games.

She is not into vanilla style, and neither am I.

At this moment, vanilla isn’t going to work for me.

Not wasting a single second, she took her position on her spot while having her head hung low and keeping her hands in her lap. She didn’t even dare to glance at me this time because she knew that it’d increase the number of lashes on her curvy body.

“Sorry, father, but I’ll take care of my pack and responsibility after this session.” I muttered to myself.

“Do it,” I ordered her and stood in front of her.

And she knew what she was required to do. Walking on her knees, she made her way towards me, slowly. She unzipped me and took me in her mouth without using her hands. She knew that I was impatient like all the other times, and I grabbed a handful of her hair, totally forgetting that she was also a living being and needed to breathe. I didn’t care about her being relaxed or ready. I used her like she was some non-living subject and only stopped when I felt something unusual.

This has never happened before.

Just when I was near my release, my c*** slacked, and I frowned at this sudden change; moments ago, I was dying to release all this tension, but now my c*** is not supporting my thoughts.

What the hell is going on?

“Did you take something before coming here?” I asked Camille.

“No, Sir, just some orange juice.” She kept her face down and answered.

My dick loves adventures; then why is it behaving like this?

“Sir..?” She called hesitantly.

“Get out!” I ordered her and zipped up my jeans.

“What but-“

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Get the hell out!” I roared, and she collected the non-existent pieces of her dress and ran away.

I instantly mind linked Torben; only his experience and his knowledge can help me with my situation now.

Am I running out of sperms? Or is it something else?