Shattered Tears mxb

Chapter 7

Mason's POV

“Ruthie is housing a boy.” My beta Leo said, coming into my office without knocking.

“You can cover night patrols in addition to your morning ones this week.” I stared at him trying to hold back the urge to beat him. No one is allowed in my office without knocking first, and he knew that. 

He stood stiffly remembering the last time I placed someone in the hospital for doing the same thing. Unfortunately for that fellow he wasn't a pack member. “I'm sorry Alpha, I forgot.” His voice trembled slightly.  

I look away from him and back at my work which seems to never fucking end. Trying to keep my anger from manifesting physically with my pack members is always a draining task. Unlike my father that wouldn’t give two shits if he hurt someone I try to punish without force. Which means the only outlet for my anger are the rogues or prisoners. 

“Who is the boy she’s housing? Is he a threat?” I mutter while looking over the monthly budget. 

“Not that I could tell. He moved here for university. I already have an extensive background being made on him, and I befriended him.” Hmm what an odd boy he must be. People know better than to move here. Leo shifted where he stood scratching the back of his head.

“Is there more?” 

He hesitated slightly. “I had this weird feeling to keep him safe. As if we were connected somehow, but not in a romantic way.” He rushed out. 

Interesting. That meant this boy was in some way related to the pack. In what way really didn’t matter, but more than likely a relative of a relative which isn’t my concern. 

“Keep him safe then. Don't concern me more with the boy unless it threatens the pack. Don’t tell him about our wolves in case he’s not aware of their existence.” 

“Yes sir” He quickly left my office leaving me alone. Silence was always solace for me. Growing up with a man who liked to physically abuse everyone didn’t leave much time without screams or cries. Killing that bastard was the best thing I ever did. Now the only screams and cries came from the dungeon where I became my father with the right people. Lucky for me the pack is quiet knowing too much noise triggers my anger.

I think back to my little mate that I left behind. Fate definitely fucked with me on that one. I wasn’t even supposed to visit that worthless pack, that like most wanted to feed off my wealth and success. Being a member of the SUO, an organization that supervised all supernatural species, meant that we received many requests from “small” packs for financial support. Being in that town, in that restaurant, was against everything I would have done. And yet I still found myself there, with that fucking boy who looked like the whole world was beating him up. 

Fucking him was a mistake. It was no doubt one of the best fucks of my life, but that was only because of the mate bond. He was human which meant he didn’t feel the bond to its full extent, only a weird infatuation. I didn’t care much for him beyond sex. He was a man which means no heir so he’s basically useless. I didn’t need a luna thanks to my insomnia and dedication to my pack's success and safety. All I would use him for would be for his body so it worked out better this way. I didn’t have to hurt him by keeping him as my fuck toy.

Love wasn’t something that was wired in me. I knew it's what mates were supposed to have, but all I knew was my father beating my mother to death in front of me. He beat her so bad that by the time he was done some of her blood was on my face. I can’t remember much of my childhood, but her swollen bloodied face was something I wouldn't forget. That along with my fathers disfigured body after I was strong enough to torture him, the only difference was that one brought me joy. 

At the end of the day he was better off without me. He would have a better chance at finding someone who could care for him romantically because that would never be me. 

I had approximately 30 minutes before my next meeting which meant I had time for a quickie. I phoned my assistant, Beatrice, who was my nanny after my mother died when I was 7. “Call Jason in here.” I hung up before I could hear her complain about my “extracurricular activities”. She was the only person that could raise their voice at me, and I was not in the mood to deal with her motherly scolding.

Jason knocked on my door a few minutes later. I could smell his arousal through the door which now was somewhat revolting due to me meeting my mate. But it wasn't anything scent blockers wouldn’t fix, his ass was worth it. “Come in.” 

“I was worried you forgot about me Alpha.” He purred as he dropped his coat which left him only in a red thong. I unzipped my pants letting my cock out for him to suck. He was the best at it which is why I favored him when I needed a blowjob.

“How could I forget my favorite cocksucker? Now hurry the fuck up I don't have much time.” He dropped to his knees immediately getting to work. The only downside to Jason was that he was a little too delusional that I would develop feelings for him. I’ve made it clear that wasn’t the case he was only a fuck toy among many. I did use those exact words with all of them considering I didn’t need no delusional piece of ass thinking I cared for them beyond sex. 

I got back to work while Jason did his thing. It took only 25 minutes for me to cum down his throat. I groaned before pulling his hair to get him off me. “Tell Nina to come to my room tonight.” I said zipping up pants, and grabbing the materials for the meeting.

“But why not me?” He whined. I clench my fist tired of his fucking voice. I force myself to stay seated instead of cutting his fucking tongue out so I won’t have to hear it anymore.

This is the main reason I rarely called for him. He was too whiny and comfortable for my liking. Nina on the other hand was the exact opposite, it was just the sex for the both of us. She never whined or complained or got jealous. 

“I'm tired of your fucking whining Jason. I’ve told you multiple times to stop it, and you continue throwing your fucking tantrums. From now on your services are no longer needed.” For the first time in forever he didn’t talk back. He just nodded as the tears built up in his eyes and bolted out the room. At least he wasn’t completely stupid because I was really on the edge of hitting someone. Ironically all I want to hear right now is someone's cries for mercy.