Meant To Be Luna

Chapter 2

Grayson

"Alpha. I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but there's a rogue on the territory."

My hand froze, holding the pen with a tight grip as I abruptly stopped writing. Frustration bubbled in my chest as one of my guard's mindlink rang through my head. I stared down at all the paperwork covering my desk, dropping the pen as I rested my head in my hands - nothing was never going to get done at this rate. If I knew my Beta's mate was going to pop out their pup this weekend, I wouldn't have sent my Gamma overseas to tend to international affairs.

With a shake of my head, I push my chair back and grab my coat off the back of it.

"I'm on my way. What part of the territory?"

"Near Eagle Lake."

I groaned, grabbing my car keys, deciding I would take the twenty minute drive with backroads instead of the fifteen minute run. Maine winters were harsh with the promise of snow at any given moment, no matter how clear the skies were, and while we hadn't had our first snowfall of the year yet, I knew we were only weeks away from the first.

Glancing down at my watch, I read 12:30 before running a hand over my face as I slid behind the wheel, wondering if there was ever gonna come a day that I didn't work past midnight. Even when all the paperwork was caught up, and both my second and third command were helping, I still managed to do it each night, much to their dismay.

But unlike them, I didn't have someone waiting at home for me. Being the Alpha of Black River was my life, and it had been since up-taking the position four years ago after my father officially retired. And while leading a pack, my pack, was my greatest joy, it didn't fulfill me the way I thought it would.

Over the years, I had created the largest, and strongest, pack in the nation. My territory took up nearly all of Maine's wooded area, which was ninety percent of the state with my pack's members spread throughout. And while my father had been a damn good Alpha, reigning for over forty years, we both noticed the growth of the surrounding packs once I stepped into the position.

It also didn't help that we bordered the Canadian Provinces of Quebec and New Brunswick, and Quebec happened to be the home of the largest pack in Canada - Arctic Moon. It wasn't an option to border such a strong pack in another country without creating one myself, no matter the alliance I had formed with them.

Hurry up.

A raised a brow at the sound of my wolf, Acel, shaking me from my thoughts, and with a sudden sense of urgency washing over me, I pressed my foot on the pedal.

I'm going. What has you in such a mood?

He didn't bother to answer me, and I didn't bother to argue with him. His intuition would always be better than mine, so I didn't waste another moment driving through the hills of my territory before reaching a pull off point.

The moment I stepped out of the car, the wind blew and the scent that filled my nose caused every nerve ending to stand at attention - raspberries and vanilla. It was sweet and intoxicating, that alone driving my feet at a quicker pace over towards the forest line.

Twigs and leaves crunched beneath my boots as the wind blew again, the scent becoming stronger the closer I got. Acel began to stir crazily in my head as I dogged a fallen tree, catching myself on a branch as I nearly lost my footing.

I could hear my guard's voice, demanding a shift as I picked up my pace to a half jog.

A fearful whimper sounded and any composure my wolf had was lost instantly as he fought me for control, but I restrained him, breathing heavily. As the Alpha, I had to put my pack first. I couldn't be losing it over a rogue's whimper, no matter how delightful their scent.