An Alpha's Mate

Chapter 1. (Xavier ^)

Edited by @Dragon_Shield

Xavier's POV

   "You'll be taking over my position soon" I tensed when I heard His voice. My jaw clenched but I kept my back to him as I continued pouring the water from the jug into my cup. After I felt I had a sufficient amount, I pulled it to my lips and gulped it all down in one go. The water soothed my throat going down and caused my stomach to churn slightly with hunger. I put the cup in the sink. "Turn and face me, boy." He said, a slight tone of irritation lacing his words.

Gripping the granite counter tightly, I breathed out a sigh, before turning to face Him. I took in his white dress shirt and black overcoat, along with his black slacks and black leather shoes. His brown hair was slicked back with gel and his posture was calm, yet rigid at the same time. But that was normal for Him. To be Alpha of a bunch of rogues, you had to have your body on alert no matter what situation you're in because they are all still unpredictable.

His dark, charcoal-like eyes felt like they were piercing into my soul and I had to clench my fist to stay calm. I had to be calm.

"You're almost twenty years old," He commented, shoving his hands into his pockets and giving off a nonchalant vibe; but I knew better.

Nodding, I cleared my throat before speaking. "Yes, I am aware. Will I be taking over then?" I asked, making sure to keep my voice calm and neutral, not daring to give off any indicators as to why he may feel I shouldn't have it. I was strong. I was proud. I was a fighter. I was a leader. I was determined. I was trained my entire life for the moment in which I could finally take over and become what He was.

His jaw tightened, and I knew he wanted to tell me something big. I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm not sure yet," He finally let out. His voice was calm and collected. Emotionless. Nothing to give me a hint as to what he was thinking. I felt my nostrils flare a little and knew my wolf wanted to take over. I couldn't blame him. We had both been waiting years to prove to our poor excuse of a father that we were just as capable of handling the rogues as He. "Why not?" My voice came out as sharp as a knife, cutting through the thick silence like butter. I made sure my breathing was controlled and I forced my wolf to the back.

He grinned darkly and let out a humorless laugh. "Well, you see son, I'm not entirely sure you're worthy of the position," He smirked, his eyes flashing with amusement at my anger. But I did well to control it.

As much as I hated the man, he could kick my ass at time of the day.

"How can I prove myself worthy of the position then? " My deep voice rang out through the room, lingering in the air for Him to carefully think over his next words.

Finally, the corner of his lips tugged into a cruel grin and his eyes lit up, letting me know he thought of something. "How far are you willing to go to prove yourself?"

"As far as I have to." I replied without missing a beat.

"Good, good. So, time for a small pop quiz, aye?" He chuckled out. "What pack is the largest pack in North America?" He asked.

"The Silver Crescent Moon." Again, I replied without a hesitation.

He nodded, grinning. "Very good. Now who's the Alpha and the Luna?"

"Alpha Alexander Simpson and Luna Alexis." I was starting to get a little confused with the questions, but I didn't ask. Clearly, this was for a reason.

"How many pack members do they have?"

"Nine-hundred-eighty-four members altogether. Over four-hundred male fighters. The rest are the children, teenagers, and women." I listed off all of the information on the pack.