Tangled With The Fated Mates

Howl Of Betaship

Denzel stopped in his tracks. He and Ezrianna exchanged curious looks. The knock came again. This time, it sounded persistent.

"Who's there?" Ezrianna said.
Denzel did not wait for an answer. He opened the door, determined to face whatever or whoever lay ahead as he did.

Standing in front of him with a nervous look on his face was Ronald. He must've masked his scent, so Denzel didn't pick it up instantly.

While other werewolves gained popularity by being loud, brash, and overbearing, Ronald was more famous for being restrained and thoughtful.

When he gave commands, it was with a particular kindness that endeared him to everybody. When Denzel saw him standing by the door, the fear that had begun to build up in his heart dissipated.

"Ahh, Ronald, it's just you," he said, taking a deep breath.

"Relax, Ezrianna, it's only Ronald."

Ezrianna approached the door, and she and Ronald exchanged knowing smiles.

"Hi there, Ronnie," she said to him, winking.

"Hi, Ezrianna," he replied.

Denzel looked at the both of them and caught the recognition that sparkled in their eyes.

"Ohh, you two know each other?" He arched an eyebrow at them.

"Of course," Ezrianna answered warmly.

"Ronald is one of the people I said occasionally come to check up on me."

Denzel nodded. His werewolves had been doing a good job. But he wasn't surprised; Ronald was never known to flout orders or slack in his duties. He was just about to ask him what had happened when Ronald spoke.

"Alpha, I need to see you," he said each word beating a fist into his palm.

"In private," he added.

"Ahh, werewolf business,"

Ezrianna said, and she retreated into the cabin.

"Hey, you seem tense. What do you want to see me for?" Denzel's expression remained calm as he spoke.

"There's trouble at the mansion," Ronald said.

"Trouble? In my mansion." Now, his interest was aroused. He got out of the cabin. He took one look at Ezriana and nodded at her. Ronald fell in steps beside him, and they headed for his truck.

As he drove, he listened as Ronald told him that two wolves — Deere and Moss — had argued about who would be the next beta.

The argument had become heated as each tried to convince the other that he was the most viable candidate.

It had resulted in a physical altercation that was ongoing when he'd left the mansion to call him.

Denzel clicked his tongue in irritation as he listened. Werewolves could be fierce and overzealous. He knew there would be quite a craze going through the pack about who would be the new Beta since Reid was gone, but he didn't think it would be that soon.

"And you?" Denzel said, now speeding.

"Me?" Ronald said, shifting his weight on the passenger seat, looking nervously at Denzel. "What about me?"

"Yeah, you. You aren't fighting to be beta?"

Denzel cast Ronald a questioning look and saw his confidence falter. The guy shifted again.

"Well, I believe that when the time is right, you'll pick a Beta for yourself," he said.

"I see."

They were at the mansion within minutes, and Denzel parked the truck and hopped out of it quickly.