The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Jarrod got everyone’s attention and lifted his glass for a toast. “I thank you all for inviting me into your home. I am honored by your friendship, and I can see the love you have for each other so clearly. Some of you have more love than others, which even the safe room concrete doesn’t muffle,” he said to laughter. “Love is what makes life worth living. Without love, immortality is a torture, but with the love of my Marceline and the others in my family, a family that now includes you, it is a joy. To Bobby and Tania, Eduardo and Erica, and Randall and Talia, the newest members of our family. May your lives be filled with joy and pups.”

I raised my glass to this as well.

I was given a room for the night, though it had no phone and my own phone was not returned to me. The guards were unobtrusive but there; I was not free to leave, and they were not going to let me contact the Council. As I took a shower, I wondered what I would even tell them.

Jarrod wasn’t creating an army; he was doing what had to happen so mates could have each other. The Pack was not aggressive or power hungry, something that couldn’t be said about the Council. As I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed, I realized it came down to one simple question.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Who did I trust with the future of the Werewolf race? The Council, so willing to imprison and experiment to gain power, or the Alpha and Master I met tonight who were forging bonds of friendship?

I wasn’t sure about many things anymore, but I was sure of one. I would not allow the Packs to wipe out these good people who wanted to live peacefully.

Randall Meechum’s POV

Dallas, Texas

I hated sleeping without my mate now.

My whole life, I’d never had an issue sleeping. Out on stakeout and there’s a chance to grab ten minutes of shuteye? Out in seconds. Sleeping alone? No problem, out when I hit the pillow. With some one-night stand in my bed? Out before she gets out of the bathroom.

Last night I tossed and turned for an hour. I finally got up and got the shirt I had worn yesterday out of the hamper and put it around my pillow, because it still held her scent on it. One sniff and I relaxed and fell asleep.

Yesterday Afternoon

I had been driving home when I got a call from my boss, Special Agent-In-Charge Rosalie Martinez of the Dallas FBI Sex Trafficking Unit. “Where are you, Randall?”

“Just hitting Dallas,” I said. “Should be home in thirty minutes.”

“Too bad, looks like we’re heading back up towards your parent’s place again.” She knew I came from an area near Sulphur River. “I got a call from a lawyer in Sulphur Springs. His client is the missing girl from the Budget Inn. He wants immunity for her, and based on what we know the District Attorney will have no issue with it.”

“Was she in on the murders?”

“He says no, but she stole money from the john and ran off. I’m hoping she can give more details on the killer. In any case, she has details on that slave training center we’ve been trying to shut down, as well as previous owners.”

“Good. What’s the plan?”

“Be at the office by seven. The Assistant District Attorney for the case will be driving with us, along with an Assistant US Attorney for federal matters and Detective Carl Anders of the Fort Worth Police. More to the point, you as the junior agent will be driving while we work. We have an appointment with him at one o’clock at his office. He will provide the witnesses’ proffer, we’ll sign the immunity agreement and take her statement and ask questions. I’m sorry to turn you around like this, but you know the area and you’re my lead on this case.”

I knew this was coming. “I don’t mind the drive. Where are we on jurisdiction?”

“No change. The locals have the murders, we have the trafficking. So far, none of the girls we have interviewed have known anything about anyone other than the two dead perps. They were recruited into their ring. None had been with them more than six months and nobody saw nothing.”

“I’m not surprised, they were kept busy with clients in those rooms.” The operation they had was mobile, often moving to cities with lots of tourists or major sporting events. Working through message boards, trusted agents or the Dark Web, they would show up, run for a night and be gone again. The girls might service twenty men a night, never leaving the hotel room. “I guess I’ll get some sleep and see you in the morning.”

I called my Dad back, letting him know it was on. He promised Tania and Snacks would be ready. I talked to Talia for a few minutes, but she had training to do. We’d talk in the morning.

This Morning

My alarm went off at five-thirty, way too early given how I slept. The text message on my phone made my heart drop. It had come in at three in the morning, and I must have slept through the ding. “Baby, I have to go take care of a problem and I can’t bring my phone. I love you and miss you.”

I sent back immediately. “Call me when you can, love you