White Lightning

Chapter 26: Fishing

The pack's Gamma TJ looked admittedly flustered as he glanced nervously around the office space. "Look, I fucking hate meeting you here like I'm on some official business shit."

"If it's about the pack then it is official shit," the Alpha groaned. He was exhausted. Between caring for his little she-wolf, who was nearly eight months now and getting into more and more mayhem every day, along with maintaining his duties as Alpha and visiting the daycare twice a week, he was fucking wiped. He yawned as he glared at his brother. "Why do you look so flustered?"

"You asked me to put out some feelers around the local packs," TJ offered with a shrug. "To listen to the gossip and keep my ears peeled to anything important, right?"

Chris nodded. "Yes, Thomas. What is the big deal?"

TJ sat up straighter and sighed. "Something is about to go down in the Red Dawn Pack. I don't know what exactly, but it's big – or, well, the rumor is that it's big."

Chris looked bored. "That's it?"

TJ tossed his tattooed hands into the air and groaned. "That's not enough? Their land borders ours to the north and many of our she-wolves have been mated with their wolves."

"Many of our she-wolves are their she-wolves," Chris nodded in agreement. "And your point is?"

"Something is about to go down there," TJ repeated himself. "I'm trying to get better intel, trying to map out a better picture of what to expect but – my sources can only get so much; it's all happening on the hush. All I know is that we need to keep our eyes and ears peeled to that pack, and it wouldn't hurt to strength our northern border."

Chris nodded and yawned again. "Thank you, Thomas, for this most enlightening report."

"I still want a bitch," TJ quipped as he stood from his seat, clearly annoyed and trying to wipe at the sweat on his forehead. "When do I get a new bitch?"

"I don't know," the Alpha stood and glared daggers at his brother. "When I feel that you're going to treat her right. Clearly, that won't be any time soon with the way you speak of a mate."

TJ glared right back. "So, now that you're pussy-whipped, what? I thought we already had this conversation, Chris? You're no fucking better than I am! How do you get off believing that you are?"

The Alpha waved his hand through the space between them and sighed. "I'm not having this conversation again. Seriously, go back home. I'm exhausted and you do not want to try my patience at the moment."

"You're a rapist," TJ spat, finally at his wit's end. "You can tell yourself that you're rehabilitated and that you're somehow better than me, but we both know the truth, brother. If the opportunity arose again, you would take it again. You would shove that sweet little body beneath you and bury yourself so far inside that tight cunt that she'd feel your cock tickling her tonsils."

Feeling bile rise in his stomach, Chris shoved his brother away from him and back towards the door. "Leave now, Teej. Before I say something that we'll both regret."