Alpha by Blood [UNDER PROGRESS/EDITING]

Chapter 17:

Unknown POV:

"Sir, we have news." The man in front of me was shaking, his eyes were lowered so he was looking at the ground, hands behind his back and legs shifting his weight.

"Go on."

The man looked me in the eye. He had to be younger than me, his eyes still displayed some depth of emotion. "The Alpha has a mate."

My fingers tapped on the desk, impatiently. "And who is she?"

"That we are unaware of."

"If you are unaware of who she is, then how is that news important to me? Is it helping me at all?" My voice sounded irritated.

The young man's head instantly went down.

"Calm down Hugh." My head whipped to the side. Owen was slowly walking in, his lips in a small smile as he looked at the young man. "This fellow was being curtious in informing you on some possible information that could be of use."

"Of course, Owen, hunt down every single God damn woman on the planet and see if the Alpha has an instant connection to her. That has great use for me." Each word dripping with sarcasm.

Owen was in his mid twenties. He stood at 5"10 with sandy colored hair and dark brown eyes. I had been curtious in bringing him in.

"I have business to attend to and cannot do it with invaluable information Owen."

Owen looked at the man and shook his head. "Leave."

The man scurried out of the office, quietly closing through door.

"We'll find others."

"We need to. I have customers waiting."

"Dame can wait."

I looked at him closely to see him staring out the window.

"You and I both know he can't. He lost one of his prizes years ago, I doubt he'll want an incident like that to occur."

There was a knock on the door. Samantha came in, her clothes oversized. "Tell Ian not to been do it with how he dresses them."

Samantha was staring at the ground, fidgeting. I could tell she was trying to make herself stop crying. "Look up." Her head snapped up. She had to be 19, at the most. Her dark brown hair was to her shoulders in messy curls and she had bags under her eyes due to lack of sleep. She was extremely pale. "Why have you come?"

She explained that Ian had sent to her for the nrw files. Owen got up and handed them over to her. She scurried away. “Will they be ready?"

"Owen, this" gesturing to what was around us, “is what I do best. I'm a manipulator, an organizer but better yet a doer. Now, leave, I have business to attend to."

Once I heard the closing of the door I walked towards the window. “Who is she my dear Alpha?