Deacon - Nicholas Bella Page 0,12

Winston said.

“Why not just bite his father, Sir?” I asked.

Winston snorted as he sucked the meat off the bone. “Because his bloody father is as old as dirt. His days are numbered and Elias is his only heir.”

“But if he were made werewolf, would his age matter, Sir?”

“It would. Yes, it is true that a human will become stronger once turned, but base stock does matter. A decrepit or sick human with brittle bones is bad stock. They would never survive the transition from human to wolf. It is a waste of an Alpha bite. His son, however, will inherit his Father’s wealth and position of power. He will be turned once he reaches the age of twenty, but until then, we want him to develop a loyalty to our pack. It will make his transition easier and get us what we want out of him at the same time.”

I understood what was being asked of me. “Sir, how will I meet with Elias?” I asked.

“Well, part of the mission is to see how resourceful you are, Deacon. I will give you his full name and home location. It will be up to you to see how you infiltrate his life and befriend him.”

“When do I go, Sir?”

“Tomorrow morning, you may start. If you don’t return, send me word so that I may know your status. You are to keep in touch with me. I will expect reports,” Winston said.

I nodded. This was a test. They wanted to see how loyal I was to the pack. I knew why I was being tested, too, as I had made a grave mistake two months ago. I had been summoned to the pack Alpha, so he might get to know me better. It wasn’t often the Alpha concerned himself with the children he’d taken in after his attack on my old pack. Since I had been taken in by one of his Beta Capos, he wanted to see just how I was coming along. I was challenged to a combat match between me and another natural born wolf that was a year older than I was. I had won the fight and my reward was a meal and night with the Alpha. Something I didn’t want. I knew better than to refuse either, and at least when he rutted against me, it wasn’t as unpleasant as it was when Winston did it. I did feel some tiny measure of pleasure, but not enough to have my completion.

Perhaps it was that moment of pleasure that gave me the foolish idea to ask the Alpha to remove me from Winston’s home and take me in. When he asked me why, I was dumb enough to beg him to force Winston to stop violating me. I told him that I didn’t like it, to which he said that I looked like I enjoyed it well enough when he did it.

“I saw the pleasure in your expression when my cock rubbed you the right way, Deacon. Besides, Winston outranks you. He is your superior and if he wants to fuck you raw, it is his right. That is how packs work. You’re an omega, Deacon, and don’t have the right to refuse any wolf. I will not hear of you complaining about my wolves ever again, are we in accord?” he had asked me.

I knew then that I had fucked up. I nodded. “Yes, Alpha.”

“Good. Now, you will return to Winston tomorrow morning and I should hear word of you on your knees, sucking his cock to thank him for all that he has done for you. Your fighting prowess is mightily impressive, a gift, and one you should be grateful for,” my Alpha said.

Again, I nodded. “I am, Alpha.”

“For now, you will sleep in the room with James, as the weakness you just displayed has sickened me. Get out.”

I slinked out of his bed, feeling the lowest I’d felt in a long time. I had been so scared to reach out for help and the first time I tried, I had been slapped back by a verbal barrage of insults. I would find no mercy in our Alpha or anyone else. That night, I slept with James on the bed and cursed myself for my boldness. For once again, it had backfired on me.

That was two months ago and why I knew I had this mission now. I could feel Winston watching me as I ate the rest of my cheese and bread. No doubt,