Maureen POV
I confidently enter the holding cell, which now has a table and two chairs set up, and quickly lock eyes with this pompous male, Blaine Alexander, who is a guard within my pack. He freezes in his tracks and his head snaps toward me as soon as I open the door. He's standing toward the back of the room near a corner.
**How dare he lay a hand on our mate!!- Shelia growls, scratching in my mind to surface and beat him to a pulp!
* Not now. Wait Shelia! Patience!
**Yeah, not my strong suit Maureen!
* Yeah, tell me about it. But still, trust me!
All I hear is a thunderous growl in my head. I know he can see my eyes changing color and feel power radiating from me, indicating my wolf is on the surface. He immediately drops to his knees, bows his head, and presents his neck in submission.
**HAHAHA, I just made him feel like shitting his pants! Carry on until I get to deal with him.- Shelia sniggers and I can all but feel the smirk on her face.
I peer down at Blaine and decide not to release him just yet from my alpha power. I slowly walk over to the table and toss the file I'm holding onto it while I remain standing. Then, I divert my attention to the file from Blaine, open it, and arrange papers, pictures on the metal table. During this time, Blaine remains kneeling on the floor with his head bowed.
File: Basic Information
Blaine Alexander, 20yrs old, 6'1", black hair, brown eyes Time in pack: 15 yrs
Wolf color: Dark brown with black stripe on left side of head which runs down left leg
Job: Pack guard Family: father (Jack), no mother present, currently unmated
I deliberately stop spreading forms, photos and draw my attention to the black haired, 20yr old male currently being as still as a statue on the tile floor of the cell.
"Rise and take a seat at the table," I firmly instruct Blaine with my alpha voice.
"Yes, Alpha" and he quickly gets up and sits down opposite me at the table. I remain standing, glaring down at him. I pick up a picture of Wyatt and toss it toward him.
"Do you recognize this person Blaine?"
"Yes Alpha. That's the guy I got in a fight with at the pool," he answers me, a bit too quickly.
"What caused the fight and don't lie to me!" I severely question him.
He glances at the pictures I have laid across the table, up to me, and finally down at his fingers, which are laced together on top of the table, fidgeting.
"Uumm...
"I. Asked. You. WHAT?"
"H.h..he's human, Alpha," he stammers out.
"So........the reason you have such malice toward him is because he is human?!" I clarify with him in my alpha voice to make sure that is in fact the true reason he has such hostility toward Wyatt.
**What the hell?! Seriously!- Shelia screams
In a motion so fast that my chair flies backward and hits the wall, I sprint around the table and am standing beside Blaine. I grab the side of his head and slam it onto the metal table. I crouch down so I am peering into his panicked eyes.
"Y.y..yes Alpha."
"Why?" I further push him while exerting more pressure on his head against the metal. I smell that ever familiar aroma of blood and notice some beginning to pool on the table beneath his face.
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The Red Wolf's Mate
WerewolfWyatt Smith is an average 17yr old. He goes to school and work. He keeps his head down and doesn't get into trouble. Why? His home life is hell! He also has a secret which haunts his dreams. Maureen Silva is the respected Alpha of the Blazing Ridge...
