Cahill
"The criminal has been caught, Alpha Cahill. It's no other person than Wesley Effron, assistant managing director of the finance department. He was transferring some funds into his account late yesterday evening." Simone, who is seated on a chair in my office, makes this known to me.
On hearing this, I grind my teeth in anger but I don't keep the tab down because I am more interested in getting more information concerning the thief who has been stealing from my company.
"How did you find out?" Flippantly making this inquiry, I tick my jaw. Because these damned heads of departments think they can mess with me by carrying out thievery, considering the fact that I newly became CEO of the Nolan's Enterprise since my dad stepped down as Alpha and left without a word, leaving no clue of his whereabouts. It's been five fucking months.
"Well, not exactly me. It was James Vanderbilt." Simone answers, tugging his tie as he goes to stand next to the window.
"James!?" I can feel my eyes dilating because that's the last name I expected to hear.
"Yes. James Vanderbilt, your-" Simone gets interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing shut. "He's here,"
"Why would you let James in my office?" I demand, trying to restrain myself from screaming.
"Hey, cocksucker. It's been a long damn while!" The said person's voice rings out and he makes his stupid face known on my screen.
"Missed me?" James asks, dirty-blonde hair falling over his head as he reaches to dangle the ring on his lip.
"What's with the face? Need I remind you that you look really ugly when you're upset," he frowns when he doesn't get any response but a glare from me.
"Why are you in my office? Since when did you even get back?" I shoot him a skeptical look.
"Is that how to talk to your best friend and half-brother?" He gruffly questions, twitching a bushy brow at me.
"We only shared the same womb and not the same cryobank,"
"Ouch, that kind of hurts you know. Reminding me that I'm the bastard child," he attempts to look miserable but fails. "But I won't take it to heart since you don't regard your old man as a father, but a cryobank. And mom was drunk when she hooked up with that stranger and got pregnant with me. Which caused the dispute between her and your father." He pulls the lip ring into his mouth, then shows me his arm, "here, I got a new tattoo. Stick the fangs in the pussy,"
I can see Simone snorting, while I just roll my eyes at James's stupidity. He was my favorite person in the world, not until he left.
"You're not far from a stranger now, ever since you disappeared a year ago, not even caring to reach out to me."
"Your dad didn't want me around. You know, I reminded him of his wife's mistake, so I decided to keep my distance," he looks away from me and then scratches the back of his dirty blonde hair.
This strikes a tad of sadness within me as I stare at the blue eyes of my half-brother who always try to make a joke out of everything. He seems to have gotten himself more tattoos and piercings but still looks handsome.
"All thanks to the Moon goddess's busts he stepped down as Alpha and you took over. The reason why I came back is that I heard you got married. But it was already too late, this guy here-" James pauses, referring to Simone, "broke the news of you being away on your honeymoon. Congrats man. Although it's quite disturbing to know you've finally settled down when you were considered to be one the biggest pervert in London before you moved back to Eastfield."
Snickering, I look straight towards the balcony because I just remembered my little wife. She disappeared into the garden because she couldn't stay in the same room with me for five minutes.
"Anyway, this guy over here has to step down as your Beta because the position's rightfully mine." James shoots me a wry look, then shifts his gaze to Simone who's still holding the tab.
"You can't just pop right out of nowhere and demand I make you my Beta. I can't even trust you. Who knows if you're against me now." I say although I don't want to think he's an enemy because I still have a soft spot towards him. He's only five years below me. Has always been the rebellious son who went out of his way to do things to piss my dad even more.
"You don't mean that, do you? I don't care about the fucking Beta position, but you won't talk to your kid brother like that." James growls dangerously, with the fangs of his wolf suddenly visible.
"Calm the fuck down, I didn't mean that," I breathe out, running my fingers through my hair.
And immediately, James' expression changes to normal. He throws me a grateful glance with a bit of desperation flashing through his eyes, more like he's in dire need to be accepted by me. He snatches the tab away from Simone then makes his way to my chair, sits on it, and puts his boots-clad feet on top of my executive wooden desk.
"So what's our Luna like? Busty, bowed-legged stance or tall with long legs and a huge vagina?"
"How long has Wesley Effron been stealing from me?" I changed the topic after giving out an eye roll.
"Since your dad was CEO of Nolan's Enterprise. You know I'm more of a computer geek and I do know criminals because I'm not so good myself. Wesley Effron has twenty-three fucking million dollars in his account. Because I did hack his bank account, after noticing something fishy with his behavior. He seemed to be camera conscious, and I figured the cameras in his office weren't working, which meant he deliberately destroyed them. I found out when my nose ring slipped off and I couldn't let it go because it's worth two fucking million dollars. Made of diamond," James stops talking only to shove some cheerios into his mouth. While I wait for him with keen interest. I wonder where he even got those from.
"The ring made its way into the CCTV room, so I went in there and noticed something wasn't right because his office had a white noise, and no channel signal, 4k stock footage video on the CCTV. Obviously, Wesley Effron bribed those men to put out the cameras in his office. I informed your Beta of this, we gathered some men and stormed into his office. He cut short the gross income of his staff, and was stealing five percent when asked to transfer funds to the engineering department in buying wholesale metal products."
"Fuck!" I hiss.
"Well, I'm afraid that word is appropriate for this situation." James twitches his lips, before stuffing in more Cheerios in his mouth. "We're waiting for your decision. If he should be sent to the dungeon, or we separate his head from his body and put it up on a spike. The second option is a bit outdated, but that's the regular way to kill a thief."
"Torture him for now. I'll come up with a decision later. And I want the money transferred back."
"Right. Still, I don't think he's the only one. There must be other thieves as well. Certainly more crafty ones. His head, Gamma Gibson Hale, needs to be interrogated." James raises his chin up and stares into the air thoughtfully. And this is one thing I love about him. He's way too smart and cunning for his own good.
"You might be right," In the background, I see Simone calculating some data sheets, and there's this tense look on his face which he's trying so hard to hide but it's all futile. He's probably thinking I'll strip him off his position and make James my Beta. But that's not happening.
"Now, I'd like to see what our Luna looks like," James shoots me a sick grin, and I can tell what he's thinking from that stupid look on his face.
"She's not here," I glumly reply, referring more to Genova than Mathilda. But James already has his eyes welled up in their sockets as if he just spots something behind me.
"Well fuck me. Who in the devilment is that?" He exclaims, with his gaze sliding up to something, and at the same time, he's trying to catch his breath like he just ate something spicy.
Puzzled, my head whipped around and my eyes capture no other person than Matilda.
Clad in nothing but silk, tiger-skin, matching bikini, messy damp red hair, looking all drenched.
I blink, mentally rubbing my fingers over my eyes to figure if I'm seeing things because the girl my gaze is fixated on, is stunningly sexy and outrageously good.
Water is dripping from her body like she just got out of the pool.
I didn't notice her waist is this tiny and her belly button isn't pushed outward.
This is the first time I am astonished while looking at Mathilda. Part of it I suspect is because of the bikini because it brings outward her small but firm breasts and subtle curves. Her thighs are a little too thick for one who is petite.
And I fight against the urge to gulp as I stare at her from across the room because I wasn't expecting to see her like this.