39. Jordan
39
Jordan
Sitting in my vehicle, I wait patiently for my men to deliver me what I want. Coming to Ivory Fangs was not a waste, even if I lost land and money. Instead, I gained a woman who would become a fitting Luna. Kaylee Kingsley is not my goddess-given mate, but she is a she-wolf any man would desire. With care for her people and a quick wit, Kaylee is certainly someone who will grow a pack.
Staring at my phone while I wait, I read over that idiot’s confession once more. I knew that Alpha of Oak Fur was a fool like my father, but to think he would force his pup to reject Kaylee is something only someone mentally deranged would do. Yes, Marilyn Cross comes with the backing of Blood Oath, but that is nothing compared to the power Kaylee possesses.
“Alpha Jordan, they are here,” my driver calls out to me, a smile in his tone. I smile too, as I wait for my delivery. Soon the passenger door opens, and I turn to watch Viktor carefully slide Kaylee’s unconscious body onto the seat beside me. With full, luscious lips, a perfectly toned body, and wide eyes that are closed as she dreams, I can’t imagine what Lucas was thinking.
“Good job. Make sure Titus doesn’t catch wind of this until Kaylee bears my mark on her neck,” I warn my men. They bow respectfully, before returning to their own vehicles. My beta, Titus, should still be passed out from last night’s party. I had Viktor put a sleeping drug into his coffee just as we took off, ordering my men to pull over just outside the Ivory Fangs’ borders. I was not leaving without Kaylee. Every part of her perky body demands to be claimed and possessed, and I am just the man for it.
“You will be my perfect Luna,” I whisper, placing my phone in my pocket before I carefully scoop the unconscious woman into my arms. She is lighter than I thought she would be, but I have seen just how nimble her body is, with how she danced at the party last night and even before that, during her training sessions. Fast, strong, beautiful, and a body any wolf would want to carry his pups.
“Let’s head home,” I order my driver, running my fingers through her silky blonde hair. She mumbles something in her sleep but it is inaudible, and I chuckle. Just what does my little prize dream about?
The drive to the pack will last two days, meaning I have two days to roam her body with my hands while I wait to claim her. I know Titus will be furious at me for taking Kaylee the way I did, but he will get over it eventually. That idiot thinks a pack should be run with emotions, but I know better. Emotions get people killed. Running a pack with an iron fist will make them stronger, but also cause unrest—and this is why I need a Luna.
Titus and Daisy make a great beta pair. They are the friendly ones in Shadow Moon, the ones our packmates go to with concerns. With them bringing some warmth to the pack, it makes it easier to rule as alpha after I killed my father for the title. That man was a fool for thinking he could get away with an attack on Silver Paw. The council was soon on our doorstep, citing fines and taking back the land he acquired in the attack, stating that it still belongs to Silver Paw until they turn rogue.
You could imagine his surprise when he heard a she-wolf became alpha and was planning another attack, this time planning to murder this new alpha’s mate and forcing her to become his to gain the land. I knew then that I had to kill him if we were to broker some sort of peace between this new alpha and Shadow Moon. And I was right in doing so.
“What will you do when you return home, Alpha?” my driver asks, causing me to look up. Our eyes meet, with his gaze reflected in the rearview mirror. I see the approval of what I have done and feel relieved. I know I can trust Viktor and his brother Glen, but my driver is a wolf I brought from the weakest of my warriors. If he can keep this secret, then I will learn his name and promote him.
“Work on taming this she-wolf in my arms, of course,” I answer, looking down once more at Kaylee. Her lips are parted now, and I can’t help but gently run my thumb across them. She will have to be dosed with wolfsbane, as I know that she will fight tooth and nail until she submits to me, but that is okay. Sooner or later, she will be marked, mated, and begging me to make love to her. All she-wolves are like that once you’ve shown them what it’s like to be with a true wolf.
“Make sure to go easy on her. After observing Miss Kingsley the last five days, I have noticed she is very perceptive,” my driver warns. I chuckle, my eyes never leaving her sleeping face. Just how sweet would those lips taste, I wonder?
“Trust me, I know,” I muse, slowly dipping my head and pressing my lips to hers. They taste like cinnamon sugar. Sweet and spicy, like the she-wolf herself. Pulling away, I hug her closer to me and lean my head back against the headrest. Two days, and then I can start bending her into submission. I wonder how she will fight back. Will she punch and scream? Break a window and try to escape? Most importantly, I wonder what sounds will come from her mouth when she accepts she is mine, and allows me to mate her. How will her voice sound in the throes of ecstasy?
“I wouldn’t have taken her if she was easy to tame,” I finally continue, my driver laughing at this statement. Whether Kaylee likes it or not, she will be mine.