Alphas a Female [discontinued]

Chapter V

"What information do you need?" Ian asked.

Mary pondered about the question. What does she need to know? Weakness? Black mail? "Anything you can get about Minister Clyde." She answered. Ian pulled his brief case up to the table and searched through the many files. He finally pulled one out and handed To Mary.
Clyde, Daniel
Minister
6/7/02

Mary read. "You followed him in 2002? This could all be outdated."

"I can assure you it is not, I keep tabs on everyone. I created the folder in 2002 but not the information in it. That was done later." He explained.

Mary was confused by this but shook it off and opened the yellow folder. Papers and papers were stacked up, more than before. It was almost like a bag.

"You charmed this," Mary realized, "Bigger on the inside charm. This is a lot of paper for one man."

"Well it's also tabs on the entire werewolf committee." Ian shrugged. Mary's jaw dropped to the floor, unhinged in amazement.

Ian's smug personality smirked at the sight of her amaze. "Thank you Mr. Lazur, your help has been honored.   Oh, and don't for get, I hate you and nothing you do will lift the destain I feel for you."

   Mary glared at him and pushed him out of her office.  Literally.   Ian stumbled out the door and rolled his eyes at her.    I don't know if this is her being a total bitch or if she actually has a chance of being alpha, Ian thought.

   Mary slammed the door and walked over to the folder.   She grabbed a pack of papers and payed them on her desk.

   She sat down comfortably and began sifting through the papers.   Credit card reports and his all the numbers he'd called had stood out.    Numerous calls had been made to a "830" number.  Something about that number tickled Mary the wrong way.   What was so important that minister Clyde had to call at two in the morning about?

  Who was he calling?  All these questions crowded Mary's brain.   Pushing her for answers.   She had none.   Mary could think of many thinks like an affair and such.   But none that were reasonable.

Clyde believed in the ways of the werewolf, only men could become Alphas, and a Lunas only job was to please her Alpha and make sure to calm her mate down when he became overly angry.   Mary had to prove him wrong.   She promised her father she would make sure that his Pack remained his, and Mary will keep my promise even if that means losing herself.

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    "I want to be alpha but I want to do it my way. I will not be heartless but I will not be soft and vulnerable," she told her father who had chosen his old office for this dream. Books lined the walls and she could smell her fathers spearmint scent mustering in the room. " I know this is all my imagination but I don't know. I mean werewolves and vampires exists so why not spirits, Tell me father, is this real?"

"That is not important. The important thing is my is making sure that my pack remains my pack. Uh- I mean, our pack. The Bendwill pack name must live on." Mary nodded and sat down on the leather chair across from his desk. Her fathers beard looked longer than it use to be, age maybe? What is she thinking about? Mary knows this is all a dream. Mary's father is dead, age will not affect him. "So tell me, what exactly is your argument?"

"Well so it is still a work in progress but I have a bit down," she cleared her throat and sat up straighter. "Today our world is plagued with the thought that woman cannot be Alphas. I want to and will be Alpha of the pack that my family has ruled for the last century. My father and brother have both died making me the last person with Bendwill blood running through their veins. If you do not grant me this position then I will take it myself. Woman can be Alphas we are just as capable as you... blah blah blah... and so on."

"That's good. I could tell it was a work in progress," Mary's father said with such seriousness. Mary is use to this. Her father always had a thing with tough love, you have to earn respect. Mary never won her dads respect and her father never gave her any. Criticizing is his thing.   "Until next time Marylee." Mary hadn't heard her full name since her mom had died.   The word brought tears to her eyes that she tried to suppress, for her father doesn't like emotion.

   "Until next time.   I lo-"  she didn't get to finish.   Before she knew it she was awake in her bed with tears streaming down her face because she never got to tell him.   Not when he was alive.