One

Reagan’s POV

I was in my chambers when Amoux, my Beta, entered my chambers with a pretty brunette. She is petite, has a full set of lips that I find attractive in a girl, and also has the graceful aura of a lady.

With the way she was standing beside Amoux and looking frightened, not daring to raise her gaze at me, I could tell sure she was a virgin. I've always tried to avoid virgins ever since I began to hunt for my mates because they might not be my mate and I didn't want anyone pinning and putting conditions on me because of their chastity.

“Are you sure she's not a virgin?” I mind-linked Amoux as I put on my robe to cover my nude.

From my peripheral vision, I noticed the little girl peeping at my bare waist and staring more than acceptable, but I didn't point it out because she will be doing more than just gawking later in the night.

“She's not a virgin, I made sure of that. I know you never had virgins.” Amoux confirmed and a tiny smirk appeared on my lips. Well then..

“If you say so,” I reply with a mind link but the dumbass was still waiting there as if he needs a direct order to leave the room.

“What are you waiting for? Do you want to join us?” I snapped at him when he still didn't leave my chamber.

Amoux rolled his eyes but still bowed and immediately took quick steps out of my chambers.

I watched the girl shiver a little when Amoux left but it wasn’t long before she got her bearings. I assumed she was fully aware of the reason she was here because we were now alone in my chambers and she knew I only had a robe on.

Usually, I only go for she-wolves that I'm attracted to, but it was different this time. After my recent disappointment, I barely left my chamber. I sunk myself into the never-ending pack issues that I couldn't go out because, as usual, the last girl wasn't my mate.

You are wondering why I had to sleep with different girls to find my mate right?

In my world, we can't recognize our mate by scent or by touch. We can only know if we are mated to a particular werewolf after sex as that is the best way for soul connection. It's after sex that we will discover the sizzling bond between us and then we will start sensing the other person's scent, and the mate-bond will gradually grow stronger.

“Do you know why you are here?” I asked the little girl because she was still at the door frame, not daring to move closer as if I will eat her immediately she gets nearer.

Of course, some feasting will be done but not right away. I'm not ravenous like that, I always try as much as possible to know some personal information about the she-wolves I sleep with because she might turn out to be my mate, and I didn't want to make a wrong first impression.

“Yes. To have sex with you, My Alpha.”

I raised a brow upon hearing her tiny voice and how straightforward she was. Unlike the other girls that Amoux has been bringing to me, she didn't add, “because I may be your mate and the future Luna”

Actually, I find those girls annoying, but there was nothing I could do than have sex with them because I was in dire search of my chosen mate.

While some werewolves find their mate after having sex with the first girl they found themselves attracted to, it was different in my case. I still haven't found my mate ever since 400 years ago.

I looked at the girl again and gestured for her to come closer. I watched as she lifted her tiny legs and walked closer to my majestic armchair which was decorated with gold.

“What are you called?” I asked when she got to the chair, I placed her gently on my lap but I could see that she was still shivering.

“I am Abigail, My Alpha,” she muttered, her little tongue coming out to wet her bottom lip.

“Well, Abigail, I'd really appreciate it if you calm down. I'm not gonna eat you up. Yet,” I quickly added so she can confirm what she was here for.

I know she must have heard different shocking stories about me and how mercilessly I deal with werewolves that betray me, or how I dump the girls I sleep with once I find out we are not mated.

I am over 400 years old and lots of unstoppable rumors will fly around as I've been ruling the Deep Water pack since I was 20. But I had no choice. I had to be ruthless because the Deep Water pack is the Alpha pack and I cannot afford to be soft on any of the Alphas under me.

When I realized that Abigail was still trembling, I gently rubbed her hands on her sleek brown hair and lifted her face closer to mine. She was really pretty and docile, and I feel it would be great if she was my mate. I do not want a rebellious mate.

Abigail looked at me with her big brown eyes as I slowly brought her full lips closer to mine. Her breaths fanning mine, I lick her bottom lip, and slowly draw it into my mouth. Instantly, I was stunned and aroused by how soft her lips were.

Okay, I will just enjoy the sex like always and not raise my expectations.

After a few minutes, our clothes were already shredded off and we were both stumbling on the bed with my mouth on her nipple.

She is so white that I could see myself in her pale skin like a mirror. I couldn't shake off the feeling that if I go rough on her, I will be leaving bruises on her skin. She is also very responsive, her moans and silent whimpers are deafening and sweet to my ears. I could feel my dick twitching every time she moaned.

Deep down, I knew she might not be my mate, but I was really aroused by her sexual moans and I didn't think too much about that as I worked my way inside her tight folds.

I almost swore because I thought she was a virgin until I didn't feel a barrier while I roughly penetrated her.

We were at it for hours and I was blasting my nut in her tight folds. I wasn't worried because I knew Amoux wouldn't bring me an unclean girl or a girl who was in heat.

I huffed out labored breaths and watched as she lay exhausted on the right side of the bed.

“She’s really pretty…” I thought as I also gave in to fatigue.

It was the harsh rays of the sun and Amoux’s voice in my mind that woke me up the next day.

“Is she your mate?”

I groaned as the sun persisted in beaming in my eyes and I reluctantly fluttered it open.

The next thing I heard was Amoux's voice in my head again. “Are you awake? Is she your mate?”

I turned around slowly to the right side to check on Abigail but I saw that her side was empty.

“Where's she?” I mind-linked Amoux in return while I waited for the sizzling bond and desperate urge between mates to draw me to Abigail, but there was none. My cold heart was bare and void.

It was only the usual discomfort and depression I could feel, and I felt disappointed again.

“She left with the maids to dress up. You haven't responded to my question. Is she your mate? Or nothing happened last night?” Amoux asked anxiously again.

Is he dumb? He brought a girl as hot as that and expected nothing to happen. Ah, he must think I'm a stick..

How did I end up with stupid Beta and my best friend?

“Of course, nothing happened. I just put the tip of my dick inside her.” I mind linked sarcastically before I scoffed out loud.

“Just a little? How will you know if she’s your mate if-

“You are disappointing me with your low IQ, Amoux. We fucked, okay? Till we were exhausted! but yeah, she’s not my mate and I'm sure she realized that when she woke up too.”

Even though I had expected that outcome, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It would have been great if we were mates because…

That tight fold… ugh!

“Since she's not your mate and the next full moon is near, hope you've prepared for your usual quarantine?” Amoux implored.

“Can you bring me a bottle of wine from the cellar? I'm too heartbroken,” I mind linked, making sure I sounded as heartbroken as I could be.

“Heartbroken my ass, this is like the millionth girl you will be having sex with whilst in search of your mate and you dare talk about heartbreak. You heartless sex addict,” Amoux replied back, not buying my fake despair.

He was right though, not about the sex addict part, well that too, but about how easily I accepted that the girls weren't my mate after having sex with them. I feel I cannot do anything about it, so why should I be depressed about it?

At a point, I knew the Moon goddess was playing with my destiny for a reason. Maybe she wanted me to die a miserable death for all my intentional and unintentional crimes.

“I think she's done with her bath, do you want her to come upstairs?” Amoux's voice rumbles in my head again.

“For what again? A rematch? Give her some money. Provide her with enough notes that will last her and her family for a few decades.” I replied to Amoux before I got off the bed to pick up my robe and wrap it around my tall frame.

“Uhmm, I think she wouldn't really like that,”

“Why? Is that not how we've been settling them?” I sent a mind link back to him.

“Didn't you notice her demeanor? She's not a common she-wolf, she's the daughter of your father's former Gamma.”

“What?!” I grimaced, warning bells flaring in my head. “Come up right now. You sneaky ass!” I immediately cut off the mind link after raging in his mind.

It wasn’t up to five minutes when I heard a frantic knock on my door. I instantly knew it was Amoux because he has a weird way of knocking on the door. Like a lunatic.

“Get inside here and explain why the hell you brought me one of the Elders’ daughters.” I yelled at him as he entered.

“Reagan, it wasn't my fault, okay? She said she wanted to give it a try. How was I supposed to say no when I knew what we were facing and I also saw that she was your type, so…”

“So, you brought her here despite knowing who her father was?”

“She said she wouldn't tell anyone if she turns out not to be your mate. I thought it was safe. Besides, if she later happens to be your mate, you will finally have an Elder as an ally…” Amoux replied helplessly, his hands up in the air.

I was about to respond to his careless action when another knock on my chamber’s door interrupted our conversation.

“Who's there?” I snapped, clearly upset at the intrusion.

“Reagan, it's me,” I heard Dolphus' voice coming from the door. He is my Gemma but we aren’t as close as Amoux and I.

“Come in,” I let out but now with my normal voice.

“Amoux, you are here too?” Dolphus spoke out when he entered and saw Amoux but quickly shut up his mouth when he saw his expression.

“So, why are you also here early in the morning? I can't even have a perfect morning in this house anymore without you both barging in?” I drawled as I eyed my two close friends who had been with me since we were pups.

“I didn't barge in, you said I should come in,”

“I knocked before coming in too,”

“You two better shut up before I send you flying out of the window.” I growled at them and they both made a zip sign over their lips.

Exasperated by their silly actions, I scoffed. “And you, why are you here?” I gestured at Dolphus but he didn't answer back.

“I said, why are you here?” I yelled at him, just in case he was pretending to be deaf.

“B-but you said I should shut up…”

“Yes, I did, but I asked you a question after that, dummy!” I retorted, frustrated with how dumb he was playing. I knew quite well that he was doing that just to frustrate me.

“Just say why you are here,” I finally let out after taking huge breaths.

If my unnatural illness doesn't kill me, I will die in these two dumb asses hands.

“I saw the pack witch downstairs. I think she’s requesting an audience. That's why I came up,” Dolphus answered.

“The pack witch? That old hag? Why is she here?” Amoux mumbled, a frown appearing on his face.

“I don't know but she said she has something to tell Reagan, so…”