The Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 10

Asher's POV

"Those files need to be on my desk yesterday!" I yelled at my Beta. Normally he didn't handle pack paperwork, but no one else has done it and I need it done.

"Ashlee!" My secretary scurried in. 

"Yes Alpha?" She asked, with a small smirk. 

"I need a release." 

She smiled and came over, stripping as she did. 

I sighed in satisfaction as Ashlee left, and as the door closed I heard a knock. 

"What is it?" 

My Beta poked his head in. 

"I have the files you wanted Alpha. They were done a little while ago, but you were occupied." 

I took the files and shooed him away.

Recently, I have been more tense and irritable than usual. My wolf isn't speaking to me, I have no Luna, and now my brother won't look at me. 

Although I didn't really talk to him that much anyway, now the last family I had won't acknowledge my presence.

I grit my teeth, enough pity I need to get this work done. 

After a long day of work, I went to go to bed. As I was walking in the halls I smelt a very familiar smell. 

'MATE! She's back!'

No. I won't allow it. 

My wolf growled at me. 

I slammed the door open, making her jump out of the bed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I growled.

"I-I H-Huds-son b-brought me b-back here."

Of course, he would, the twit. He never listened to me when I told him to stay far away from my love life.

"Why are you in a room and not a cell, maid?" She might as well have her old place in the pack.

"I'm n-not sure. A-a wolf brought me h-here."

I grunted, of course she would know nothing.

"Where is the Luna?" She asked. 

"She is with her mate. She left to be with him." 

Why did I just tell her that?

"So do you have a-another Luna?"

"Don't think that I would ever have you as a Luna. I will never love you, you're just dirt beneath my feet. Why don't you just do us all a favor and kill yourself? Put yourself out of your misery of your poor pathetic life. No one will miss you." 

Tears are streaming down her face.

"I-I-"

"See you can't even talk properly."

She was flat out sobbing now.

'How could you hurt mate?' 

He wouldn't shut up.

"Pathetic." I spat and left, slamming the door. 

I went back to my room and sat on the bed, head in my hands.

I noticed hot drops dripping on my hands. I rubbed my eyes more and noticed they were coming from my eyes. 

I'm not crying. I don't ever cry. The last time I cried was when Mom and Dad died. Why am I crying?