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Claiming My Ruthless Alpha

“Show me!” Casper growled possessively. His deep baritone voice was a mix of several feelings - hunger, fire, desire, lust, impatience.   A stifled cry tore from her throat when Casper's rough hand grabbed her shoulders before pinning her against the wall. “I want to see you. All of you!” His patience was running out. “But…” There was no way in hell she would present herself so cheaply before him.  “$10000 to see your body.”  With those words, Lilith's eyes sparkled in anger.  “How dare…” The rest of her words hung in the air as the doctor's warnings echoed in her head, making her weigh her options.  $10000 would go a long way in saving the life of her mother and sister.  “Still reluctant? $20k.” he declared with a dangerous smirk plastered on his face. It was an offer she couldn't resist.  “Now take off that dress or watch me rip it to shreds!”  ***** Tragedy struck when Casper Hunter, the Alpha of the Midnight pack, could only watch his loved ones massacred as a result of his drastic decisions. Casper shut himself from the world and vowed never to love and trust again.  But fate plays a trick on him when Lilith, a young college graduate, arrives at his doorstep seeking a job.  Lilith followed the rules strictly until she found herself caught deeply in the web of his love.  Lilith knew Capser was haunted by dark secrets of his past, but what if Casper wasn't the only one with dirty secrets? 
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Chapter 6

Casper.

A sense of satisfaction washed over me as my eyes scanned the reports that Raphael had presented.

He did a good job running the pack for 10 years in my absence.

10 years that I stayed in solitude, away from the world.

I couldn't deny that I missed my people, I missed being their Alpha, and I missed the colorful ceremonies, especially the mating ceremony where unmated wolves would find their mates.

The most anticipated was when all wolves would shift and run under the full moon. Howls and screams tore from our throats. While this was going on, I would be at the front with my mate, Marina. Rapheal, my beta would follow suit.

It was a ceremony I longed for, but now, it was a ceremony I despised.

I hated everything that reminded me of my mate and my kids.

Thanks to the bastard Alec.

Instead of taking charge, I let Raphael perform the duties of an Alpha while I waste away in my hellhole.

Sometimes, I felt I was too damaged to run the pack anymore.

The hatred from the members of my pack really messed with my sanity.

I tried every means to reach out, comfort them, and let them know that they weren't the only ones who lost someone dear to them.

But it resulted in chaos.

Nobody was on my side. Not even the elders of the pack.

I should have eliminated the bad guy, but I was too blind to see that he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Maybe the elders were right.

To them, I was a poor decision maker, and a poor decision maker would never make a good Alpha.

I wasn't good enough to rule over them.

The negative energy coupled with the loss of my mate and twins made me withdraw from the world.

Maybe I would prove the elders wrong someday, but not now.

Until then, Raphael would continue to take my place as the Alpha of my pack.

I trusted him with my life, and he would never betray me.

I heaved a sigh, tilting my head. “Impressive,” I commended in a tone devoid of amusement.

Though I was thrilled by his performance, I would never show it because I didn't want it to get into his head.

“But not as impressive as it would be if you were the one ruling,” Raphael blurted, making me let out a tense breath.

“Don't start,” I warned as his words started to get to me.

I hated anything that reminded me of my past and my mistakes.

“The elders summoned a meeting with me, and they think you should rule, but on probation.”

Disbelief flashed in my eyes as I cooked my brow. “On probation?!” I exclaimed.

I clenched my hands over the paper, crumbling the edges in the process.

I should rule on probation?! The height of disrespect!

“They also stated that if you must resume your duties, you must find a mate, a Luna to rule over them, and by any chance, if you were found wanting certain attributes that the Alpha possesses, you would be removed.”

Unable to take it, I hit my fist on the table as anger flared in me.

My breath came out in short pants, and my jaws clenched.

Without warning, I grabbed Raphael by the collar of his shirt before throwing him against the wall.

“Tell them that I said I would do whatever I want, which doesn't limit me to neglecting my duties,” I yelled at his face with my finger poking his chest.

“I will resume my office when I'm mentally ready. I'm tired of trying and failing to win their trust.”

When I had composed myself, I let Raphael out of my grip before striding to the table.

Fuck.

I let it out on Rapheal. It wasn't Raphael's fault. Since my mate died, I lashed out my fury at any available person.

A part of me wanted to apologize to Raphael for rough handling him, but a part of me protested against it.

I don't apologize.

Apology was a sign of weakness, and I was not weak.

“Very well, Alpha,” he bowed briefly, trying to straighten out his rumpled cloth.

Leaning against the chair, I reached for the cup of coffee, taking a sip from it before dropping it on the table and directing my gaze to one of the papers that caught my attention.

“Any news about the kidnapper?”

“Not yet, but I've sent a bunch of investigators. They should bring their feedback by the end of tomorrow.” Raphael replied, his voice was a bit low this time.

“Alright, until then, everyone should be safe, including the women and the children since those are his targets. No one should wander outside the pack borders late at night. Shifting should be done within the pack, not outside the boundaries, and the guards should be doubled. We don't want any more missing people.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Meanwhile, are there any reports on the 2 missing people? Have they been found?”

Raphael's face was covered in a thick frown as he avoided my gaze. “Not yet, Alpha, but we are working on it.”

“It's been four fucking days and that is the response I keep getting.”

“We've sent the best trackers and they are yet to give us info. But the missing people will return, dead or alive.”

A wave of disgust hit me at Raphael's words. “I want them alive, not dead. They have families waiting for them. Is that understood?” I barked while watching him nod his head.

“Now get back to work.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Relief washed over me as I saw him make his way to the door while I left the chair for my bed.

I couldn't wait to be left alone and dream of Marina.

“Alpha?” He called, making me upset.

“I thought this meeting was over and you were on your way out,” I said irritatedly.

“I am, but I just wanted to inform you that I have sent Lilith the house address. She would be here anytime soon.

Tension seized my heart as I sat up.

“Who the fuck is Lilith and why would she be here anytime soon?” My heart raced in anger and my fist began to tighten.

“The girl you almost hit the night we wanted to make an appearance to the pack. Remember?”

I shut my eyes for a breath moment, trying to juggle my memory when the realization hit me.

The girl that made me feel a strange sensation.

Her presence made me nervous and confused.

I didn't want her around me.

“What did you do?” My voice went gradually from a low tone into an aggressive tone, almost reverberating throughout the walls of my room.

“I offered her a job since you need a maid. She should be here anytime soon.”

“You did what?!”

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