Alpha Samson and his half breed mate

Chapter 2

ALPHA SAMSON

The car goes over the bump, which makes me bang my head on the roof. I let out a low growl. "Careful," I grunt as I glare at my driver through the rear view mirror. His eyes widen and looks back at the road ahead of him.

"Calm down," Jenson, my beta said. "He is trying to get us there sooner like you wanted. You're the one who wanted to get there and leave early."

I huff as I look out the window and watch the forest pass us.

As an alpha to the largest pack in the state, I had to attend alpha ceremonies for young alpha's who would be taking the reins after their fathers handed them over to them. But this was all new to me. The alpha in question was staking a claim that he had a son and would be the one who would take over from him, whatever age.

"I still think it's strange that they are doing this," Jenson mumbles, making me look at him. "The child is barely five. Why would he announce this now? The child won't even have his wolf yet, let alone know how to fight anyone."

I said nothing as Savage, my wolf, grunted. He hated any form of celebration, even if it meant that he would find our mate one day, but that has been scarce over the years. I'm now twenty-eight and what you call our kind old, but we are not. If we were any other alpha, some elder would come to the pack and force the rule of picking a chosen mate, but they are scared of me; we are not your average wolf. We are bigger than all wolves, bigger than you can imagine.

Our pack is the biggest and most feared due to Savage and me. No wolf will dare to go up against savage, whereas no human will go against me. I stand at six foot nine and weigh over three hundred and fifty pounds.

Shaking my thoughts away, I looked at him. "Well, Alpha Karl hasn't had much luck with his family," I muttered. "He lost his mate and unborn child. He had to choose someone, and now they have one. They are not taking no chances."

"There is taking a chance," Jenson muttered. "Then there is taking it all too far. Five years old tho, what did you do at five?"

"Not the same," I grunted as I pulled the sleeve of my jacket into place. I was wearing a suit for this damn ceremony, and I hated it. Nothing fits me due to my size. "My parents had me at a young age, and not the same for Alpha Karl."

Jenson stared at me, but his eyes softened. I knew why he did that—my parents. I felt my heart sink at the mere thought of them. My mother died in a rogue attack, and my father died shortly after from heart failure. Some pack members believe that he died of a broken heart. He didn't take my mother's death well and locked himself away. It was hard to watch. Sometimes I wish I never met my mate as I don't want to have the same fate.

"We won't," Savage grunted as he came closer. "Our mate will be special."

I look back at him with an arched eyebrow. "Special, huh?" I asked. "How would you know that?"

Savage's dark brown eyes bored back into mine but said nothing. Lately, he hasn't been himself, but as soon as the invitation came, he was all for going, and I felt pressured into going by him, which is uncalled for. When has a wolf ever wanted to do a human thing? Never.

When I received the invitation, I was shocked to learn that the young alpha was not even old enough to agree to the terms, but underneath Alpha Karl stated that he wanted to know that he had a son who would take over the pack when he was old enough. He wanted all the alpha's to attend so they could be happy for the pack.

Part of me could understand the scenario and why he was doing it, but there was another part of me that there was something more at play. Alpha Karl had been a constant thorn in my side, asking me to turn up and see his pack. He is one of many allies I have around here, and he was one of them. I was initially unsure what to make of the pack, as there seemed to be more power play than what they could offer me. I want fighters and people I can trust that will be there if I need them someday, even though it is the other way around. Many wanted us to be there for them when they needed us, but Alpah Karl never asked when rogues attacked his pack.

Alpha Karl asked for advice about what he could do to make things better, and I suggested asking for some trainers to come to help from other packs. He asked me to send some, and I did, but the trainers came back with a different outlook. Most of his pack was scared of Alpha Karl, but there were loads of rumors floating around about him. Some were hard to register as true. I wanted to leave early and get there so I could see for myself.

Jenson and I planned to stay longer, leaving my gamma Oliver to keep things running with the pack back home. All I had to do was pretend to help out , while I kept Alpha Karl busy; Jenson would go around and try to find out the truth before I made a decision about sticking with Alpha Karl. I didn't need him. It was the other way around. I hated alphas who never respected their pack members. Pack members are what holds and makes a pack what it is. I might be ruthless as they come, but I respect every member of my pack, including all omegas. No one is left out.

"Samson," Jenson called out, making me look at him as he sighed. "The plan will be in motion when we get there. Do you think he will do anything?"

I shook my head and leaned back in my seat. "Hardly," I muttered. "I think he will be nice, possibly too nice for his good, or maybe have all the single she-wolves ready to pounce, I don't know."

Jenson's lips curled up into a grin at the mere mention of she-wolves, which only made me groan. "Keep your dick in your pants," I grunted. "We are not here to get laid."

"Speaking of the one who would rather have blue balls than have a tight cunt wrapped around his cock," he chuckled.

Savage roars into laughter in my head as I keep my mouth shut for a moment while glaring at my best friend. "At least I won't get a disease or something," I muttered, which made him look at me with an arched eyebrow. "You went there, huh?" he muttered.

I said nothing as I looked through the window again.

There was no reason for the lack of women on my part; many threw themselves at me, and I liked it, but being as big as I am, it is hard to find someone who can tame a savage beast like my wolf, who seemed to want to be rough. Many women would endure it until they couldn't take it anymore.

"We need mate more," Savage piped up in my head as he listened in on my thoughts, which I hated him doing. "Mate will take us. She will be a perfect fit for us, too."

I said nothing and shook my thoughts away; I watched as we approached Alpha Karl's pack.

"I am so not looking forward to this," Jenson muttered, making me look at him. His eyes were on the opposite window. "I hate all the falseness of these alphas. They show no shame when they want your attention."

I couldn't help but agree with him on that. Many alphas have done weird things, remembering one incident in particular where an alpha let their daughter come into my bedroom at night while I stayed, which didn't help her as Savage was on one, especially being woken up from his sleep. He hates being disturbed. That was a mistake and half; the alpha tried to make me take his daughter as my Luna, which was not for me. If anyone were going to be my Luna, it would be my mate, not a hot-headed bimbo who thinks everything should be pink and sparkle. Others have tried to play games with me and lost. It's a stupid alpha thing for me to see who is true to their word or who would swipe a rug from underneath me where I stand.

I said nothing to him as I turned my attention to the gates that were being opened for us. This was it. There was no going back now. I came here to do what I had to do, and no one was going to stop me.