Caine

Oh this could be fun. Seeing her stand there all flustered makes me realize how right Brayden is. I am attracted to her, but only sexually. Something tells me the literal sparks between us would make for great sex. If it were anybody else, I would be pissed that they just barged into my room like that, but I think I'll make this interesting.

"Alpha, I'm sorry! I just- I found some information on Tyson and Brayden brought me here to tell you. I- I thought it was your office. I didn't mean-" she continues to ramble apologies, her hands still covering her eyes, until I interrupt her.

"You can open your eyes, Amira. It's nothing you haven't seen before." I'm not going to lie, when I found out she's been with other men, I was jealous to the point of being pissed off. I almost lost control of my wolf, who I found out is an overprotective, needy asshole ever since my Changing. Amira keeps her hands over her eyes, as if scared to look at me in fear of getting in trouble for seeing her Alpha in such a state.

"Uncover your damn eyes." Is it bad that I want her to see my body so she can see what she's been missing? She still doesn't budge so I use my Alpha power to persuade her. Her hands slowly lower to her side and she glares at me, her eyes not leaving my face.

"Do not use your Alpha manipulation on me!" she says angrily and I chuckle.

"It's not manipulation, it's authority. You weren't obeying so, naturally, your wolf did. Now what did you find?" I purposely cross my arms over my chest to gain her attention, which frustratingly fails. Instead, she bends down and begins to pick up the many papers sprawled across the floor. I decide to be nice and help. I crouch down and pick up a few papers and hand them to Amira. She lifts her head and her face goes beet red before she quickly looks back at the ground.

"Um, A-Alpha, your towel." I look down and realize that she can see everything from where she's sitting. I nonchalantly readjust my position and smirk at her. She quickly stands up and straightens the stack of papers in her hands. I stand as well and motion for her to sit down.

"Let me just go get dressed. Then we can talk," she nods and I walk into my closet to throw on some sweatpants. As I walk out, I pull a shirt over my torso.

"So what did you find out?"

"We only have two months to find Tyson," my eyebrows shoot up in shock.

"You're kidding, right?" she shakes her head, "Well can't you just dream and tell me where he is?"

"It doesn't work like that. The dreams just come to me, I can't control them," I groan in frustration. I know what can fix this, I just don't want to admit it. My talents make me the perfect tracker and hunter, but with her they can be intensified and I could find Tyson in no time, if he's still alive, that is. The problem is, I'm not ready, and I know she isn't either. She just met me for crying out loud.

"Did you find out anything else?"

"I found out he is thought to be killed within the Obsidian Pack borders." Yet another thing I did not know. If he is actually dead then that doesn't help the grudge that the Malignity Pack has on us. Although Trenton and his newly acquired mate are the only two members of the original royal family left alive, unless Tyson is actually alive. The previous Alpha and Luna died just before Tyson's body was found.

"Where was he when you last saw him?" I ask and Amira pulls the little red book out of the hefty pile. I motion for her to set it on the coffee table and take a seat as I sit down across from her. She flips to a page in the book and shows it to me.

"I've never been outside of these pack walls, so I don't know where this is," she hands the book to me. I examine the drawing. Tyson is standing by what looks like the ocean, but not one in our regions. I've never seen the various plants that grow around him. I groan and set the book down.

"I've never seen those kinds of plants before," I say, "my guess is he's on an island."

"I thought only humans went to the islands," Amira furrows her brows at me in an adorable way. Mental slap.

"Some werewolves travel there occasionally, but if he's on an island during his Changing, bad things are going to happen not only to him but to or species."

"We need to find him then!" She suddenly gets worried about the subject.

"I don't know the islands very well, but I know someone who does. Maybe he will help us if we can convince him it's for the good of the packs," I hate to admit it. Honestly, he's not a bad guy, but he is the only man who is more powerful than me, and I don't like that. I do respect him though. You don't have to like someone to respect them. My jealousy is just kicking in. To have the power he has... I'd be unstoppable.

"Who is it?" Amira snaps me out of my thoughts. I sigh, already knowing how she's going to react.

"Alpha Daniel," her jaw drops.

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Amira

"Alpha Daniel of the Whitefire Pack?" I may not agree with their ways, but everyone respects Alpha Daniel. He's basically the Alpha of Alphas. Scratch that, he IS the Alpha of Alphas. Rumor has it, he can mimic anyone's talent by simply being in their presence. He's the oldest of the current Alphas, but still young at the age of twenty-six. All of the Alphas were normally around the same age, it is the Moon Goddess's way of maintaining some equality between packs.

However, like Caine, he hasn't found his mate. Many of the Alphas, because they are so young, haven't found their mate yet, Trenton excluded. Of course the one Alpha who shouldn't be more powerful has already marked his mate. If Alpha Daniel is so powerful now, I can't imagine how powerful he'll be after he marks his mate. A glimmer of hope grows inside me, but I know it's pointless. There's no way a teacher's apprentice would be mated to an Alpha. Besides, Alpha Daniel is eight years older than me, and even though age doesn't mean much to the Moon Goddess, mates are normally closer in age than that. Caine clears his throat and I snap out of my trance. His eyes were darker than usual and he gives me an annoyed look.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" he raises an eyebrow at me and I lean back on the couch with a blush on my face, looking at my fiddling hands in shame. He groans in annoyance.

"Please don't tell me you were just mentally banging Alpha Daniel," some type of emotion flashes across his eyes as he sternly looks at me.

"No! I was not!" I feel my cheeks flush with heat. He glares at me and after a few minutes of silence, he entwines his fingers and stands up.

"I'll contact Alpha Daniel tomorrow morning and request his help. Goodnight, Amira." He doesn't say anything else, just stares me down, silently ordering me to leave his room.

"That's all? No offer to help me find more information on Tyson?" I stare up at him while still seated in the chair. He shakes his head, obviously angry.

You're going to get yourself killed, Amira.

"I said I'll contact Alpha Daniel, now leave," his voice is stern and commanding, but for some reason I don't move. My stubborn ass stays in the chair, glaring up at him for being so rude to me. A few seconds into our stare off, he places his hands on the sides of the chair, his arms trapping me from escape, and leans close to my face. His voice grows low and a slight growl is audible.

"Either you leave, or I make use of you being here. It's your choice," the suggestive tone in his voice makes me immediately squirm underneath his arm, not doubting that he will follow up on his words. I grab the files on Tyson and my book of drawings and rush out of his bedroom door.

After I leave the wing of the mansion, which I now discovered is deemed 'Caine's Wing', I bump into Brayden on the stairs. A smirk finds its way onto his face as he looks at my angry expression.

"So, what'd you two figure out?"

"You-" I boldly hit my book against his chest and he chuckles at my sad attempt to injure him. "You- you-" I can't think of an insult that won't get me placed in the penitentiary.

"Are you broken, Amira?" he taps a finger on my head, as if checking to see if a loose gear rattles. I swat his hand away like it's an annoying fruit fly.

"Why would you do that to me?!" I ask angrily, to which he just chuckles again, making me somehow even angrier.

"You're kind of cute when you're mad," he jokes and I attempt to hit him again, but he catches my wrists.

"Calm down, fireball," the smirk still hasn't left his face, "Fill me in on what's happening while I walk you back to your room." I groan in frustration, but unwillingly follow him. I may be angry, but he is still my Beta and I need to respect him.

"I hate it when people are like that," he mumbles next to me and rolls his eyes.

"What?" my face contorts in confusion.

"Just because I'm your Beta doesn't mean you need to be all weird about it," he huffs.

Shit, did I say that out loud? I mentally slap myself for being foolish enough to let that slip. I'm sure if I would have let that slip around Caine, he probably would've liked that I feared him to the point of respecting him. Stupid Caine and his stupid six pack and veiny arms..

"You did not say that out loud. I can read minds. So if you could stop fantasizing about Caine's body in front of me, that would be great," my jaw drops and he smirks at my reaction. I quickly look away and my face heats up in embarrassment. "No need to be embarrassed, Amira. I think he's pretty hot, too," he jokes again and I turn to glare at him.

"I do not think he is hot," I state, only lying a little bit.

"Sure," Brayden rolls his eyes and opens my bedroom door for me, since I hadn't realized we've been standing in front of it for a few minutes now. He follows me inside after flicking the lights on and makes himself comfortable on the couch in the room. "By the way, in the future, lying isn't going to get you anywhere around here. I can read minds and Caine can detect lies, so don't even bother trying."

"What else can Caine do?" curiosity gets the best of me and Brayden looks up at me through his lashes.

"Nice try, fireball," he smirks.

"Is that a new nickname or something?"

"Yup," he obnoxiously pops the 'p', "Like it?" I roll my eyes. "Hey, I'm the only friend you have around here, sweetheart. Better grow to love me," he grins as he sprawls his body across the couch. "But I know you already do. I'm honored by your crush, Meer," he winks and props his arms behind his head. My face heats to ten times its normal temperature. "Anyways, are you going to fill me in yet?"

"Alpha Caine is going to see if he can get Alpha Daniel to help us," Brayden scoffs when I give him the information.

"Fat chance of that happening, they hate each other."

"Why?" He simply shrugs.

"Alpha Daniel's a do-gooder, Caine likes to fuck things up." For someone who's supposed to be a leader, his choice of words is surprising.

"This is one of the few places where I can talk how I want to, leave me alone," Brayden leans back and shuts his eyes.

"Okay, if we're going to work together, we need to make some sort of a deal where you don't do that anymore."

"Do what?"

"Invade my thoughts," he peeks at me through a slightly cracked eye with a grin.

"You know what? Since I like you I'll try to restrain myself, deal?" I nod and stick my hand out, which he shakes in response with a chuckle.

"Well, I'll talk to you tomorrow then, Amira, goodnight," he smiles and stands up. I return the goodbye and he smirks at me.

"Try not to think about my penis," he winks and starts walking to the door.

"What?! Why would you say that?" I ask in awe and he looks over his shoulder as he's about to shut the door.

"Because now you're thinking about it," before I can respond my door is closed and I'm left to go to bed on those words. Something tells me I'm not going to be able to survive in this house long enough to find Tyson.