Lost Soul Mates

Chapter 6

King of Alphas/Max

I stand on the balcony overlooking the training grounds from my office, watching the new batch of recruits. I hear the beep on my phone and see the new e-mail notification. "Oh, look little Miss Perfect finally decided to e-mail me back!" The e-mail from Laura Grace Richards of the Lost Souls Pack, the all she-wolf pack and my father's charity case. He never expected them to actually work-out. He figured it was just to rejects that were out for revenge as women scorned to prove something. Well little Miss Perfect and her Alpha delivered. They have the largest she-wolf pack that every Alpha sends their rejects to or goes to if they want to find their Second Chance Mate.

My father loves Miss Laura Grace Richards, from the time she arrived, to the time she went screaming from the castle he praised her. He came to me yesterday and told me I must go to their pack and meet with them. They had more money than the Goddess and he needed to know how and why. I wanted to tell him I was sure it was little miss perfect charging for time with the she-wolves. Yeah, I thought it was a modern-day brothel, how in the world would that many women have that much money and NO MEN?

Looking down at my phone I remembered I needed to tell Kyle about the trip to his old area. He told me he was apart of the Golden Moon Pack that is right next to the Lost Souls Pack. I figured he would want to go see his old family and friends. I linked him to come to my office and like the best friend he has quickly become he strides in as I am replying to Little Miss Perfect(LMP)! I tell her I have 5 guards, 2 Betas and the King in the party. I started to type out our preferences as far as hair color and body size, but figured she is probably smart enough to research us. I am smirking as Kyle sits on the couch and puts his feet on the coffee table. "What-up?" He says leaning back.

"We are going on a trip, leaving Thursday, we will be back on Sunday." I tell him sending the e-mail off to LMP with a smirk.

"Okay, gonna give me an idea of where we are going? What wild hair you have up your Ass now? We just got back from Vegas." Kyle says with his arms now folded.

"You will be happy. My father insists I visit his pet project, the Lost Souls Pack. I figured since it is next door to your old pack you would be happy to go!" I look up from my phone to see my friend white as snow and arms hanging. He sits up and puts his head between his legs breathing deep. I walk over and sit next to him rubbing his back. I mean the guy is like 6'6 with muscles bigger than mine. He is built like a tank with a short military hair cut we require all guards to have, he kept it to show some type of solidarity. "What the hell is wrong Kyle?" Now I am concerned, I have never seen him this way, even before the fiercest fight with rogues.

Kyle finally lifts his head and says, "NO! I can't do it. Take Travis, Tanner or Brett!" He sounds like someone sucked the life out of him.

"Kyle, I get it, you said you didn't leave your Pack on a good note, but its been almost a year. You have flown thru the ranks; I am sure they are proud. You're my Best Friend. I have to have you with me at the Brothel." I say laughing. He just glares at me.

"Is that what you think it is?" He growls as his eyes go black.

"Dude, calm down! It's just a bunch of She-wolves, I mean how else are they getting money?" I tell him laughing.

"Don't say that, NEVER say that again!" He shouts at me.

"Are you seriously yelling at your Alpha?" I stand up crossing my arms. Now my eyes are going black.

"Sorry, I just... I fucked up!" He says bowing his head.

"No, we are good, but what the hell?" I tell him patting his shoulder.

"The day I left to come here, it was the Alpha's daughters 18th Birthday. I thought I would be gone by the time she woke up and got out to the training grounds." Kyle tells me with pain in his eyes. "She was, well she still is my Mate."