Worthless to Priceless The Alpha’s Rejected Mate

Chapter 11

GREGORY’S PO.V

I cannot remember the name of the she wolf in front of me but one thing I do know is that she knows how to take a dick. I frequented her a lot because she did things just as I liked; she didn’t touch me, she stayed silent and she allowed me use her like my own personal rag doll.

I had her face pressed into my office table as I slammed into her from behind. The only sounds coming from her were grunts and means as I spilled into the condom. I pulled out of her and went to dispose of it. The last thing I need is one of these she wolves getting pregnant and demanding to keep the child; the clean up would be messy.

I had righted my trousers in the bathroom and returned to the office when I saw her still n*ked and in an instant I was hard again. She grabbed her clothes and made to leave but I stopped her gestured for her to kneel in between my legs on the

floor.

She obliged in an instant and without having to say a word to her, she took me out of my trousers and began to suck. I was so lost in the pleasure that I didn’t hear the door to my office open until I heard Brittany’s disgusted gasp.

“What are you doing?” she asked but I ignored her, “We need to talk.”

I turned to her in annoyance, “If you want to talk then talk.”

The girl on her knees widened her eyes at the knowledge that I wasn’t going to stop what we were doing to attend to Brittany. If Brittany wants to talk so badly and cannot wait then she is welcome to do it now.

I saw her frown deeply and she sat on the chair on the opposite end of my table. She started to place her hands on my desk but she eyes the girl between my thighs and settled for placing her hands in her laps instead.

“The wolves have returned from their hunt.” She began and my interest was piqued.

I turned to her with a raised brow, “Is she dead?”

From the sneer on her face, I could anticipate the answer so I wasn’t all that surprised when she said, “she is alive.”

My annoyance burned through me and I grabbed the hair of the girl between my knees and pushed her deeper on my cock. She gagged and spluttered but she allowed herself be used by me to get out my frustration.

“Did you not hear me?” she asked and I knew it took all of her willpower not to curse like she wanted to, “She is still alive so this is no time to celebrate. We cannot celebrate until she is dead and rotting in the ground.”

I looked down at the girl in front of me and pulled her to her feet. She stared at me with wide eyes and I saw her eyes briefly flash to Brittany who was sitting with a disgusted expression.

“Get out,” I said and she nodded then rushed to put on her underwear. I stopped her with an arm on her wrist, “You misunderstood; get out now.”

Still n*ked, she clasped her clothes to her chest and ran out of the office as if there was fire on her heels. I waited until she was gone

and I gestured for Brittany to lock the door behind her while I righted my trousers.

“How is she still alive?” I asked, “Those wolves are the best at their jobs. How hard can it be to kill one girl?”

“She drove into the Dark Fangs territory.”

I was shocked. Only someone extremely stupid or extremely brave would risk something like that. Although in regards to that pack, stupid and brave might just be the same thing. I chuckled darkly to myself; there is no way that she is getting out of that pack alive.

“Why are you laughing?” Brittany sounded frustrated, “Our plans have gone to dust but you are laughing and celebrating.”

“Let me give you a little lesson about the Dark Fangs pack Brittany I leaned forward with my hands on the desk, “They live in solitude and their Alpha is a ruthless monster. They do not take kindly to strangers and rogues. She was dead the moment she crossed their territory. It is good for us because now we can wash our hands clean of her.”

“Do you mean that?” she asked and I nodded.

I could almost see all the ways they would torture Amelia. I hear they like to use wolfs bane and silver. I once heard that they injected a wolf with a silver concentrate every day until he ran mad and his wolf broke.

Of all the packs in the world, they have the fiercest reputation and it is my luck that Amelia had to run into their pack. I couldn’t help my smile of victory as I thought of all the things they would be doing to her right now. Would they rape her? Would they beat her? Maybe they would skin her alive. I can almost hear her screams.

“You have nothing to worry about Brittany.” I assured her, “Amelia is as good as dead.”

“I think it would be wiser if we made sure. Just so we know that we have all our loose ends tied up.”

I stayed silent for a moment and finally nodded. Brittany is right, it is best to make sure that everything is tied up before you celebrate.

“I will send an emissary to the pack under the guise of an alliance or a request for help.”

“I thought the Dark Fangs stayed in solitude,” her brows creased, “they will never agree to that.”

“The point isn’t for them to agree. It is for the emissary to find out what he can about Amelia crossing their border and the ways in which she was killed.” NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Brittany smiled darkly and I knew she finally understood the plan. She stood to her feet and brushed off invisible linen from her dress. She made her way to the door but she paused with her hand on it and turned her eyes back to me.

“Remember why we are doing this,” she said then added softly, “you said that it is for mom.”

She left and the room descended into silence. Her last words hung in the air like a large elephant threatening to suck out all the air in the room and suffocate me. I stood to my feet and made my way over to the window to try to get some fresh air but none of it seemed to be working.

My feet began to lead me and I found myself in front of the large bookshelf. I combed through all the books until I finally found the one I was looking for. The book was old and worn out with the faded red spine and the colorful cover.

It was the only book on the shelf that wasn’t a self help book or a book about werewolves and it was “The Secret Garden‘, I opened it and thumbed through the pages until I found what I was looking for.

The picture was folded in squares and it was worn out from age and frequent use. Before opening it up, I could tell you exactly what was in the picture frame by frame because of the amount of times I have seen it.

The picture was taken in a living room of sorts and an elegantly dressed woman stood by a bookshelf. She was wearing a long black dress and her n*eck was adorned in pearls. In her arms, she held a smiling infant of a little under a year old with mousy brown hair and hazel eyes- Amelia.

The woman was a splitting image of Amelia and not anything like my mate who was elegant and had jet black hair and the brightest green eyes

I stared at the picture in disdain and made my way to my drawer and took out a lighter. I walked over to the balcony and held the picture out as I lit up the edge. Within seconds flames overtook the entire picture.

“I guess you wouldn’t need this anymore Amelia,” I said as I let the ashes flutter down to the garden below.

AMELIA’S POV