Loving my alpha mate

"Yeah, like no thanks. Why would I want to know all the tidbits of how you spent your night with Will? Just because he is back in town?" Tess asks incredulously.

The brunette next to her swirls on her creaky chair to give Tess a disapproving look.

"First of all, rude; you should be glad I am willing to give you some tips. Secondly, it is not because of his return, I gush about him all the time," Clara says with a shrug.

Although Tess knows her friend did not mean to sound demeaning, she still feels a pang in her fragile heart. Clara's relationship with William is everything to be envious of; the man treats her as though the very ground she walks on is gold. Tess craves that kind of attention.

The people that the woman has gotten the chance to welcome into her life all turned out to be assholes. The last dumped her just because she refused to wet his d**k that early in the relationship.

"What are you thinking about, Tess? Why don't we finish work and get to your place? I am certain that Will won't mind."

Tess smiles with beaming green orbs, "a sleepover?"

"You bet."

The two lasses were forced to focus on getting the task at hand done, lest they face the fury of their boss, Mrs. Greggs.

The last thing either of them want is a query. The clinic is not big, but they get animals every day, so they are always busy.

Tess stops administering an injection to a sick cat and listens; she thought she heard a howl. The blonde woman pays no mind to it knowing it must be coming from the forest lining the area.

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On the other side of the forest, sitting in a dark office, a young man also pauses upon hearing the howl.

'Rogues spotted at the East border. I am in the West, so I will be late.' Logan's beta mind-links him.

Logan replies through the connection, 'I will go'.

The male sighs as he stands, not having prepared for the stroll; this is the job of his Gamma, but the Alpha has not the slightest clue where William is. He reckons he is being too soft on the Gamma.

Logan is getting frustrated with everything. To what length does he have to go before the rogues get the message that the territory is his, off-limits? The man dashes through the thick greenery in search of the intruders.

Logan reels backward, narrowly escaping a sharp claw. How did he not sense the wolf? The Alpha knows something is wrong somewhere.

He realizes he has walked into a trap when more wolves emerge from the trees, and he finds himself surrounded. The wolf standing at the forefront has blood matted to its dirty fur, and Logan stares into its crimson eyes.

The wolf snarls, showing a majority of its teeth, but does not attack; it just stands there, staring, quite audaciously, to be honest. The look peeves the Alpha.

"What are you here for?" Logan asks. He finds it odd that rogues are working together.

The wolf blesses Logan with no verbal response but with a pat of its paw, a signal to attack.

One of the wolves launches itself at Logan, straight for the head. His wide-opened mouth dripping with saliva and blood as Logan grabs it by the jaws. The alpha does not waste time in tearing the wolf in two from the jaws.