Chris stared at his newly promoted betas as the reports were being read out loud. He didn't give a rat’s ass about what the other members of his pack thought of him. He was the one who dictated the rules to the others. Currently, he possesses absolute power. Even the celestial moon was on his side.
Gregory Byrne and Thomas Grant stood before him, giving a polite bow as they reached the conclusion of their review of the findings. Chris beamed with satisfaction as he recalled how he had brought Scott Murdoch and several other senior betas down to the omega level. Only two Betas were permitted to remain in his immediate vicinity at any given time. They were completely devoted to him and supported him in whatever he decided to do. In addition to making Roselie his mistress, he planned to establish his dominion over the Greystone pack and grow his territory.
Both Beta Gregory and Thomas were ambitious wolves who understood how to advance their social standing by using cunningness and deception. They were also aware of how to win the approval of their Alpha. They had already started hatching their plans with Chris.
Gregory stepped forward with a triumphant glint in his eyes. He handed a tiny box to their Alpha. "We've finished the potion," he declared. "We tested a sample on two omegas, and it worked perfectly."
Chris opened the box, revealing a small vial filled with a dark, shimmering liquid. He swirled it gently, watching the contents move. "Excellent work," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Thomas, always the more cautious of the two, stepped forward. "The potion is powerful, Alpha, but it must be administered carefully. Too much could cause irreversible damage."
Chris waved off the warning with a dismissive hand. "I don't care about the risks. As long as it works, I’m willing to take the chance."
Gregory and Thomas exchanged a glance, both knowing that challenging their Alpha was out of the question. They had seen what happened to those who dared to defy Chris. Instead, they nodded in agreement, their minds already working on the next steps of their plan.
Thomas cracked a grin. "My Alpha," he began with caution because he was aware of Chris's fickle nature. "When do you think you'll put the plan into action?"
Chris played with the vial. The liquid glistened and sloshed around as the sunlight hit it. He grinned.
"Patience, my dear brothers," he instructed his Betas. They were his powerful allies who helped him maintain his authority over the majority of the pack's members.
He continued as he slid the vial back into the box's safeguard and said, "The opportunity will become available very soon." He got up from his leather chair and made his way over to the cabinet that was mounted on the wall. He quickly grabbed an invitation card that had an elegant appearance and tossed it in front of them. When Gregory read the invitation, he couldn't help but crack a grin.
"Greystone's Moon Feast," Gregory remarked after a brief pause.
"It's perfect," Chris chuckled.
"How come you were invited?" Thomas asked, confused.
"Because there is no formal 'enmity' between our packs, it is necessary for them to invite all the Alphas. The Greystone Alpha would have been questioned by the council if we hadn't been invited to attend." Chris smiled arrogantly in response to the question.
"Thats very convenient," Gregory grinned.
"Indeed, it is," Chris replied, his grin widening. "It's an opportunity we can't afford to miss." The three of them exchanged knowing looks, already plotting their next move for the Moon Feast.
"Has the Murdoch family returned ?" Chris asked casually.
"Yes, they returned today morning." Thomas responded with a thoughtful expression on his face. "It seems like they are up to something," he added, eyeing Chris with a hint of suspicion.
Chris chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously. "They can't do anything; if Scott colludes with Alex, I will execute him publicly. Until then, just keep an eye on them."
The three of them laughed at the idea.
"You can leave." Chris commanded.
Thomas and Gregory nodded, exiting the room as Chris leant back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips.
'You will soon be mine, Roselie.'
Chris took the box from the table and delicately stowed it in the hidden safe. "You would moan my name, begging for mercy." He whispered to himself, a dark glint in his eyes as he closed the safe. Chris knew that soon enough, Roselie would be under his control, just like everyone else who dared to cross him.
"I should have had sex with you before mating with Grace; that way, you would have never abandoned me."
Thinking about Roselie made the blood rush through his veins. His wolf howled and wanted release. He poured himself a scotch and relaxed on the couch, planning things he would do to her.
"Damm it ! I need someone." He muttered.
Whom should I call ? He thought. He had no dearth of willing women. But none of them compared to Roselie. The memory of her haunted him, fueling his desire and anger even more. His erection bulged through his pants.
"My alpha," a sweet, seductive voice, caught his attention.
Turning around, he saw a beautiful woman with a mischievous smile on her face. Lana ? Or was she Lara ?
"Lana," he corrected himself, remembering her name. She was one of the many women who had offered themselves to him, but none could compare to Roselie.
"I can help you with that," she purred, stepping closer to him.
As the omega, she was dressed in the maid's uniform, but she had adjusted it to look sexy. Her blouse was so low cut that it barely covered her chest, and her skirt was so short that he could see her pretty ass when she bent.
She walked up to him and bent down to kiss his lips. Her large breasts spilt out from the low cut blouse.
Then she kneeled down on her knees and unzipped his pants. His erection bobbed out. With a mischievous smile, she whispered, "Let me take care of that for you." As she began to please him, he closed his eyes in ecstasy, imagining Roselie instead of Lana.