Alpha Zac

Chapter 8

ZAC

“Isla, come in, close the door, and take a seat,” I say, motioning to the leather chairs across my desk from me.

I take a minute to appreciate the gorgeous auburn goddess in front of me. She is still in her workout clothes from training. Her perfect t**s spill out the top of this black sports bra, and the way those leggings hug her juicy ass has me adjusting myself under the desk. She sure as hell showed why she is here as a warrior. All of my doubts surrounding her size are gone. I must have stared too long because she speaks first. “Al-Alpha, I apologize for the, uh, interruption last night. It was a misunderstanding and won’t happen again.”

I can smell her fear, does she think she is going to get punished for this? “Well, that is not the reason I called you in here, but it would be appreciated if you kept your socializing to your room and didn’t enter my office without knocking.” A pink hue creeps across her creamy skin as she nods, “Yes Alpha.”

I look down at the real reason I called her in here. I pick up the paper, glancing over it again, and clear my throat. “So, it says here your family is from Beta/Warrior ties with the Blood Oak and Cedar Falls?”

I see her vivid green eyes flash the black of her wolf for a second before she nods her head. “Yes, my father was the Beta for Alpha Damon at Blood Oak before he was,” She lets out a shaky breath before continuing. “…released, from service. I then went to live with my maternal Grandmother in the Cedar Falls Pack, but she died.”

I scent tears and see the gleam in her eyes. “ Your father was released but couldn’t take care of you? What about your mother?” I ask. She stares up at me with big anime eyes and sighs. “My mother was killed by a rogue while on duty when I was little. My father was released from service by Alpha Damon when the Great Council took him into custody. Grandma June was my only other family..” her voice trails off.

I feel my wolf surge forward, and the sudden urge to comfort her washes over me. Which only adds to my growing confusion.

The Great Council is like the high court of werewolves. They review overarching pack laws, mediate alliances, and only step into individual pack matters when something heinous happens. Each pack receives a yearly visit from a council member, retired Alphas, to go over changes, concerns, and stuff like that, but each pack operates as its own, with the Alphas making the ruling.

I see her wipe a tear quickly with her hand and catch a glimpse of a light pink scar across it. I want to ask about the scars. I saw some larger versions scattered across her back at training this morning. Instead, I change topics.

“How was training? Grayson and I were impressed with your execution.” Her lips tug up into a smile, “Audrie is great. I loved sparring with someone that was an actual challenge.” She keeps going on about training, and I see the happiness start to return to her eyes.

There is something about the girl that has me captivated. I’m drawn to her. I want to kiss those pouty pink lips- hell, I want to kiss every last inch of her body.

A knock at the door makes me jerk in my chair.

Grayson pushes the door open, “Alpha, the patrol has requested us at the main gate.”

I turn back to Isla, “Sorry to cut this short, but duty calls. Be sure to let us know if you need something.” She gives a curt nod and heads out of the office. It gives me another chance to steal a look at that spandex-clad ass.

Grayson and I make our way to the front gate of the territory and see a Great Council car pulled to the side. Tate, one of the senior-ranked warriors, bares his neck out of respect and greets us, “Alpha, Beta.” I nod, “What’s going on?.”

“Alpha Garret from the council has asked to speak with you for a moment,” Tate replies.

Garret may be a retired Alpha, but he has stayed in fighting shape. He gets out of his gray Mercedes, struts my way, and extends out a rugged hand. “Alpha Zac, good to see you again. Thanks for getting here so quickly.” I shake his hand and nod. “So I’ll get right to it. It has come to the council’s attention that Isla Miller is a part of your pack now. We wanted to let you know that we are transporting her father, Alec Miller, to a new facility in the coming weeks. We see no reason that anything should go amiss with the movement but like to keep her packs informed just for safety.”

“I apologize, Alpha Garret, but I am not sure why this matters?” I say. His face is solemn as he nods slightly, “Alec has been in our custody for over 6 years after I found Isla nearly beat to death during a pack tour at Blood Oak.” His eyes swim with sadness as he rakes a hand through his salt and pepper hair. “Turns out he’d been beating her for years. Poor girl didn’t even have her wolf yet to fight back, let alone heal her….he’s a flight risk, and her packs have the right to know about any threats that could be posed.”

I stare at him blankly. My mind is spinning, trying to process, and I feel my wolf crying out in my mind. First in sadness, then in anger, the fear, the tears, the scars, it all made sense.

“Keep us informed, and we will see that patrol is advised during the times.” I finally manage to say.

I watch Alpha Garret drive off, and Grayson and I make our way back to the packhouse reeling in turmoil.