Alpha Braddock

You think you've had a bad day?

My name is Braddock Westfield, Billionaire Alpha (head werewolf) of the Crescent Moon pack I've searched for my fated mate for 22 years and finally conceded to the elders to choose a Luna to produce an heir. The night before our union my pack was attacked by rogues (werewolves with no pack, no morals, mostly criminals), we suffered no losses except my Gamma (Lead Warrior), who now we need to pick up 100 miles away in a small human town at a Diner. I receive a call as I pull into the parking lot, that my chosen mate has been kidnapped by rogues on her way to my pack. Pissed off, I enter the Diner, an intoxicating scent hits me and my wolf howls in my head "MATE" (22years of searching and on my Union Day, you find her). Two men crash threw the door inside the diner, yelling "Charlie get your ass out here now, we're not done with it yet." The old woman behind the counter grabs a shotgun and makes them leave. A waitress comes out bringing food and that intoxicating scent, my heart clenches when our eyes lock and our mate bond snaps tethering our hearts together, as I look at her broken nose, bruised face, split lip, swollen green glistening eyes. I need to get her to leave with us, promising to keep her safe, revealing I'm a psychiatrist with facilities, to help her rebuild her self-esteem and build her confidence to help her, move past her obvious trauma. Explaining she's a werewolf and I'm her fated mate and at least 20+ years older than her, that may be more challenging. Let's not forget, I now need to find my kidnapped chosen that I need to reject. All this before 9am.

1-Night before the Union

"Alpha Braddock, if you don't stop, I'll stick you in the ankle with a needle, now hold still or these pants will not fit you perfectly tomorrow."

"Lucy, I truly don't care if they fit perfectly," I mumble, "it's not like she's my fated mate."

Lucy eyes fill with sorrow as she looks up at me, "I'm so sorry Alpha Braddock, but at least you'll have an heir and the packs future will be secured." She pats my arm, "now go take these pants off and hand them over, I'll have them ready by morning," she waves her hand towards the ensuite.

I grunt inwardly as I step down off the coffee table she had me stand on, I'm 42 and now have no control over my destiny, the future I've pictured since I shifted, looking for my fated mate to come along. The pressure surrounding me feels like a cage with it's wall closing in all around me. I need an heir to take over this pack that's what's important to the elders and the council. I reluctantly agreed to meet and mate Alpha Leon's daughter Stacy we discussed and drew up