The Were CEO’s Secret

Chapter Twenty-Six – A New Challenger.

Luciana smiled at the tanned men standing before her, heads up with cocky smiles. She eyed Cole.

“I did tell you not to take me to male brothels anymore, didn’t I?”

Cole shrugged and slapped a man’s butt. The man shuddered. “This guy has big butt. That one is muscular. That one has a longer…” he narrowed his eyes at the man’s genitals. “Well, it’s satisfactory. Alpha, pick one of these guys.”

Lucian heaved a sigh. “And why?”

“You know why.” Cole came in front of them. He bent towards the Alpha and whispered. “You’re almost thirty-four and haven’t gotten a heir yet.”

Lucian reached for his head but he ran off, chuckling. She smiled. She pointed at the muscular man. “Leave.”

Cole smirked. “Okay.”

She pointed at two other men and pointed at the door. They both left as well. Cole nodded. She glared at the last one. The man with a big butt. “Name?”

He brought his head low. “Gregory, Alpha.”Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Okay. Greg,” she advanced to him. Cole bit his lips in anticipation. “Is your brain bigger than your butt?” She tilted her head.

Cole rolled his eyes, disappointed. Luciana stretched her hand to him and he unwillingly took out a text book from his pocket. “Are we really doing this, Alpha?”

“Yes, we are. You want me to get a boyfriend, I’m not getting a dumb one.” She flipped through the text book.

“Alpha, I wanted you to get laid, get pregnant. You don’t need a boyfriend to do that, exactly.”

“Well then,” she slapped the text book on the man’s chest, her eyes still on Cole, “My child’s father mustn’t be dumb.”

The man stared at the extensive math equations in front of him. His eyes swept across the text book in horror. “I should solve these?”

“Obviously. I like math. Please me by getting at least 70% then our child would be the next heir of Pure Silver pack if my younger brother doesn’t want to be, that is.”

The man wanted to speak up when Cole patted him. “Just try your best. She picked you and this is the last test. You can do it.”

Luciana smirked and turned away. All memories of the man left her. She knew he’d fail, that was basically PHD math and he was no Math student.

“Not funny, Alpha. I hope he surprises you by passing it.” Cole murmured. Luciana laughed, opening her car door and getting into it.

“Now, enough of the games. Is the gold trade still on today?”

Cole sat at the back, he whipped out a laptop from a suitcase. “Yes, if we run now, we’d catch our customers in twenty minutes.”

“You mean Johnson’s customers.” She smirked and started the car.

It was exciting having someone to pump your blood with excitement and keep you on edge. It was fun being challenged.

As an Alpha, it got boring being amongst wolves she could squat with a thought.

That was why she engaged in Mafia activities to keep her hot tempered but even Mafia Dons were striking peace treaties with her. Except Johnson.

“Alpha!” Her lead warrior bowed respectfully when she walked out of the dark hallway. She winced at the brightness inside the room.

Under the bright chandelier, a table filled with gold, laid. Stolen gold.

“Send in the customers who’ve paid and give them their quota.”

The wolf bowed and left.

“Cole. Put a tracker on our customers cars. I’d like to pay them visits later.”

Cole nodded and walked off. She smiled at the warriors as they took the boxes and walked past the door where the customers where.

She overhead their conversations, they wanted to see the woman who had diverted Johnson’s goods.

When they said ‘woman’, they said it with a demeaning tone as they were all men. That’s why she needed to pay them a visit later.

Lots of times she had been underestimated. Lots of times she had proven them wrong.

A most memorable time was during the death of her mate and her search for that cunny creature, A Second Level Werefox Leader. He had sparked her competitive side and got what he deserved.

“Wait dear.” She stopped a box from leaving. She took a gold bar from it, tossed it to Cole, who walked in and she told the wolf.

“Tell that customer that the ‘woman who should be cooking’ needs this bar to buy vegetables. Hmm?”. The wolf grinned and left.

There was a commotion inside the room from the customer whose gold bars were short of the required quota.

A hefty man rushed into the room she was in, glancing around angrily.

Seeing Cole and Luciana with the gold bars and in intimidating stances, he backed off, returning to the other room.

“People strolling into your red list, already?” Cole bounced the bar from one hand to another. Luciana tsked. “They aren’t worthy.”

Only one soul had crossed that list. A soul that was a worthy challenge, one that made her feel the strongest version of herself and the weakest version at the same time.

He was a Second-Level Werefox while she was a Beta wolf still in training to be the next Alpha and hadn’t locked unlock her Alpha mode.

She had met her mate, an impulsive but sweet Lower Delta wolf who wanted to help his mate in anyway he could, even if he it was by catching the Werefox who had been stealing and playing tricks on members of the pack.

But one indecisiveness caused him to be taken by the Werefox and no amount of agreement would bring the fox to release him.

The fox had deceived her father, an Alpha, by sending a prerecorded voice message of her mate, proving he’s alive only to get a ransom and return a dead and mutilated body of her mate back.

If that wasn’t enough to make her crazy, the fox killed the younger sister of her mate, her best friend.

Then he ran away, off to downville, leaving enormous traces of wolfsbane so not be tracked. And that was his mistake. Running away from someone he owed. Instead of facing them.

She was grateful to him, he helped her finish her training, what her father couldn’t do for her and she unlocked her Alpha mode.

She found him at the northern pole, took out his gullet and fed it to siblings as their last meal.

Wiped off his clan and as a proof she still had humanity in her, she let his pregnant wife and young son go but was sure they won’t survive.

Werefoxes were termed a taboo, supported by the human government as well to avoid being in bad sides with the Werewolves.

She hunted as many as she could find, beating them in their pranks and trickery.

That temper, that blood rush, that challenging beast just returned after Johnson hurt someone she loved. Her only younger brother.

And Johnson should satisfactorily serve her beast. He better be ready cos she’d do anything to beat me.