The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

She pushed one bill back to me. “No need, honey, you just take care of your girl.” She took down the fake name I gave her, then handed me two room keys. “The bar and grill next door is still open, there’s a menu in the room and room service is available for another hour. I’d get some hot soup and dinner into her, a cold woman is no fun to sleep with.”

“Thank you.” I took the keys and went out, opening the back I grabbed her suitcase and the one I’d packed with Brian’s stuff. I took out the Vikings stocking cap and brought it around. “I don’t want the cameras or anyone else getting a good look at you. I told the woman at the desk you got dunked in the water and we lost all our gear, so tuck your hair under this, stay close and don’t look at her.”

She put the hat on and I took both bags in my right hand as she took my left. The woman looked up and smiled, then when back to watching TV as we headed down the hallway to the ground floor room. I opened the door and she sat on the bed as I set the bags down. “Two beds?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t want to assume anything.”

“I’m going to take a shower. You promised me something to eat?” I handed her the menu, she wanted a burger and fries, I ordered the steak. She was still in the bathroom when the order arrived; the delivery guy was a werewolf. He looked at me in shock, I stared him down, letting my dominance come out until he lowered his eyes. I paid him, including a good tip. “I was never here,” I said with a growl, and he nodded.

I set our food on the table and Jessie came out, wearing cotton sleep shorts and a loose T-shirt with no bra. I tried to keep my eyes on her face, but it was like two bulldogs fighting under a rug and I couldn’t help it. I sat down, hoping she didn’t notice my erection, and we ate our late dinner. She moaned when she bit into the burger, and I almost came undone right there. “Jessie, please, you’re killing me here.”

She looked up from her burger, all innocent. “What?”

I just smiled at her. “You have no idea what you do to me, love.” I cut into my rare steak. “If you don’t plan on mating with me tonight, I’d keep the little moans of pleasure to a minimum.” Her eyes widened as she took in my meaning, and she blushed hard and went back to eating her fries. I finished quickly, then told her I was going to take a shower.

A cold shower.

It was almost ten when I came out, dressed in shorts and a Vikings T-shirt. Jessie was sitting in the bed by the window, thankfully under the covers and reading a book. She smiled at me as I came out, looking me over as her arousal spiked again. I leaned over and kissed her, then grabbed the remote as I turned back the sheets of the other bed. I turned on the local news; I had to know if there was anything on us or the shootings at the Coven. There was nothing, and Jessie was tired. She put her page marker in and set the book on the table. “John?”

“Yes love?”

She turned down the covers. “Hold me?”

I practically jumped out of my bed and slid into hers; laying on my back, she curled into my side, her head on my shoulder. I turned out the light and turned the television off. “Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight, Cuddles,” she said with a giggle.

“Cheeky wench,” I said as I kissed her goodnight. We fell asleep quickly.

We woke around seven, and Jessie was getting dressed in the bathroom when the knock came on the door. I grabbed the pistol that I’d taken from one of the men and held it behind my back as I went to the door. I took a sniff; werewolves. Four of them. I moved the chain aside and opened the door.

“Can I help you?” The one in front was a big guy, not as big as me, but clearly a Beta. The three behind him looked like normal pack warriors.

“You’re in our territory, rogue. The Alpha wants to see you.”

“I’m no rogue,” I said. “I’m passing through, I’ll be gone soon.”

The man sniffed, his eyes widening. “You brought a witch onto our territory?”

“She’s mine,” I said.

He was obviously linking. “Come with me,” he said, “Or we’ll descend on you and destroy you both.”

I just smirked. “No need for that. We need to finish packing, then we’re having some breakfast. We’ll meet you in the parking lot when we’re done.” I closed the door, hearing him rant.

I’m pretty sure he hadn’t had a reaction like that before. I called for room service, ordering two large breakfast specials, then went to change.

*****

Alpha Yuri’s POV

“SASHA! Get you ass in here!”

My new Beta, who was acting as my personal assistant, arrived in front of my desk a moment later. “My men in Minnesota just called. The locals swung and missed. Three of their men disappeared, along with their car AND the target.”

“Yes sir, I just heard.”

“Apparently, twenty million dollars isn’t enough to get results over there.” I turned and grabbed the bottle of Stolichnaya, pouring myself a large glass. “Two things. Get the word out to everyone of the new reward amount of twenty-five-million dollars. I don’t want her to be able to poke her head out of the water in the middle of Lake Fucking Superior without some guy shooting her between the eyes.” I took a long drink, letting it burn in my throat. “And get my lawyers for the estate case, I want to talk to them within the hour.”

“Of course, Alpha. I’m on it.” He practically ran out of the room. I had been on the phone all afternoon, talking to every Alpha in the Upper Midwest. It hadn’t gone well, I recalled as I drained the glass and refilled it. There was no hiding what had happened with the European Council had talked about. I pushed two things- the reward money, and the fact that Yevgheny’s daughter was a null.

I’d had Mikhail Gustova, one of my new men, bring his sister to me here in St. Petersburg to discuss what she knew about Natalya Klishnina. She had been very helpful, giving me copies of everything her lawyer was preparing so my lawyers could be ready. The most interesting thing, however, was her insistence that Natalya was human, not a wolf. “I swear, Alpha, I detected no wolf at all on her, and I took a good smell of her in the room. If she’s his daughter, she’s a null. There is no way she can take over the Moscow Pack without a wolf.”

That had been the ONLY good news of the past week. The European Council could never see her as a worthy heir to the Pack, no matter who her mate was. A null as a senior pack leader, much less the Luna, had never happened.

In any case, my influence with the overseas Packs was limited, as only a few of them had organized crime ties. A few even laughed at me when I asked them to look for and capture Natalya and the two men she was with. I moved on, using the lure of monetary reward to at least grant my men passage as they performed the search. I did warn them all that I would take it personally if anyone was sheltering them, and they all knew my reputation.

An hour later, I was meeting with my team of lawyers, and I wasn’t a happy man. I was paying these people millions of rubles, getting nothing, and I was running out of patience with them. “It’s not possible to delay any more, sir,” the lead lawyer, Shurik, said as he wiped the beads of sweat off his receding hairline. “We’ve been stalling for a week, and the judge is not even accepting our filings now. The ruling will come out by the end of the week, and we have no chance to prevail here.”

“That’s MY FUCKING MONEY,” I yelled as I stood up from behind my desk.

“Sir, this Natalya Klishnina has proven she is Yevgheny’s daughter. The law is clear; as long as she is alive, she inherits.”

“Is there any way to delay her ruling?”

Shurik shook his head no, then his partner touched his arm and whispered something in his ear. “The judge might grant a continuance if Natalya’s lawyer requests it, or she has to change counsel.”

I thought about it for a moment. “Thank you, gentlemen. Sasha, escort them out please.” The men couldn’t get out of my office fast enough. “Sasha, tell Vasili I want him and Mikhail Gustova brought here now,” I sent over the link.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Of course sir.”

I continued calls to other Packs as I waited; finally, Vasili and Mikhail were announced as being present outside my office. I called Vasili in with Sasha. “The lawyers can’t delay on our side any longer, the ruling will be handed down by the end of the week if we can’t push it off. Natalya will be declared the heir and I’ll be out,” I said.

“Nothing they can do?”

“No. They did say the judge might accept a continuance if Natalya’s lawyer asks for it, since she is newer to the case. The question is, how do we get her to ask for one if it is to our advantage to delay? I need more time to kill this bitch.”

“We could just kill the lawyer,” Sasha said.

“She could have another one in a day,” I said. “They’d be lining up to take the case at this point.”

“Put her in the hospital,” Vasili said. “No way she would want to give this case to another lawyer, and if she is out for a few weeks it gives you the time you need.”

I smiled at him. “You go to Moscow with Mikhail. Talk to his sister, figure out her movements and make it happen. Don’t kill her, make it look like an accident or a mugging. It can’t come back to me.”

“I’ll make it happen, Alpha.”

“You do that.” They got up and left, and I went back to the phone. I was running out of time to kill my niece.

Patrick’s POV

The room was clearing out, it was now past nine at night and I was tired, horny and frustrated, not in that order. I had spoken with Mischa over dinner, we both knew it was better she stay home, but I didn’t have to like it. My wolf and I wanted her safe with me, and that frustrated me to no end.

Alpha Javier poked his head into the room. “You look like you want to hit something,” he said.

I grinned a little. “Yuri’s not here,” I said.

“Come on. You’ve been neglecting an important part of your training. Since my mate is out visiting other Packs, I’ve got frustrations of my own to work out.” I followed him to the elevator, and we went down to the basement where the training facilities were. I quickly put my clothes in a locker, dressing in loose shorts, and met him in the padded sparring area. Two other Betas, Hermann and Roberto, were on the mat and were breathing heavily. We watched for a few minutes; Hermann was fighting MMA- style, while Roberto was a straight boxer. Hermann finally won, knocking him down with a right cross before getting him in a chokehold.

“Stick around and watch,” Javier told them as they moved out of the fighting circle. “Patrick opened some eyes with the spar at his Alpha testing, you could learn something. Patrick, why do you think you won?”

“He was confident in his size advantage and boxing skill and did not consider me to be a threat,” I replied. “Then I fought in a way he hadn’t seen, that he had no counter for.”

“How would you fight me,” Roberto said.

“A lot like what Hermann just did. Boxers are used to rules, they only use their hands, nothing above the belt. Real life fights are anything goes. Eyes, nut shots, knees, legs. What I learned in Krav Maga is that it doesn’t have to be pretty, just effective. I learned to use bursts of violence to create space to attack or escape.” I pulled him out on the mat with me and had him take his normal stance. “Boxers use fists, he stayed just far enough away he could have that reach advantage on me. When I jabbed not with a fist but with extended fingers, and aimed at his eyes, he flinched and that was all the advantage I needed. Boxers watch hands, not legs, so against you I would use my legs and attack yours. Get you down on the ground like Hermann did, taking away the advantage of your training.”