Earlier in Noah's father's room, Noah threw the alcoholic drink in his hand out of the window, the anger of watching his dying father wrecked his soul.
Last month, the Alpha; Noah's father, had gone hunting for a Deer when he couldn't control his appetite for blood anymore.
Unknowingly to him, the PRS security agents were on patrol, and he got shot. Though he managed to escape, the bullet from the wolf hunters which was not made of an ordinary bullet but of a bullet specially poisoned to kill Alpha wolves penetrated his skin, killing him slowly.
Deer blood was a better substitute for human blood in the Red Dragon pack. Members of this pack were strictly made not to drink blood from humans.
Four decades ago, the Alphas of the 7 packs in the city of Crystaline came together and took an oat which was sealed with a sacrifice made with the blood of a she-wolf who volunteered for the sacrifice for the peaceful co-existence of werewolves and humans.
After this oat, each pack selected the animal that would substitute for human blood. The blood of this she-wolf who volunteered became a symbol that guarded them in this oat.
The Red Dragon pack had great resistance to human blood because of the training their Alpha; Noah's father, made them go through some years ago to keep this oat. After this training, their pack had great resistance to the taste for human blood which guarded them to stick within the laws.
But other packs disobeying this oat had made humans see all werewolves as a threat to human existence in the city of Crystaline.
"This is all because of that scumbag! Until my hands get on that Pedro, I will teach him a lesson!" Noah roared, clenching his hand on the bed where his father lay.
The werewolf doctor beside him clung to his bag and tried as much as possible not to shudder at his fierce voice.
"We can't just blame humans. Our kind broke the law by drinking from them that's why they became hunters to fight us too." The doctor said.
Yes, Noah acknowledged the fact that werewolves were the greater reason for his father's slow death, but he couldn't help but feel enraged by mere humans subduing him.
"Noah, you have to take it easy. Gradually, the power of the poison will subside." The doctor said again.
"For how long? Tell me! I thought the poison would have released him by now but he is getting worse day by day."
"That's because he is old and has been drugged with several poisons from the beginning which has weakened his wolf. His wolf cannot fight poison anymore like it did when he was at his young age."
Noah's eyes met his paralyzed father's hand. "But his hand should be moving by now. He is an Alpha, his healing process should be faster."
The doctor remained silent, probably tired of explaining things over and over again to the Alpha's son. He tamped down his temper. After all, Noah would be the next Alpha if his father lying here couldn't make it, so he had to obey now before complaining later.
"Noah, you know perfectly well that the humans won't make a poison that won't kill the Alphas. That is their main target. If all the Alphas in different packs are taken down in this city, then the history of werewolves would change and that's what they want."
"When will you start the surgery?" Noah asked.
"Your father needs barely one week for the surgery so we can remove the poison since medicine doesn't work faster." The doctor stared at him.
"That's what you've been telling me," Noah said. The doctor gave just the answer he thought he would.
"Yes, Noah, but 10 thousand dollars won't be enough to get the surgical equipment. You know ordinary human surgery equipment can't be used."
"Where the hell do you think I will get more money? My father's sickness had claimed my fortune already. The money I managed to come up with last week was borrowed from a friend.
His business will crumble if I don't pay back before the due time he gave me. Everything is on my neck. Have mercy and deal with the one you've been given. There's no need to be a glutton even to your Alpha when you see he's dying."
"Noah, understand me. I'm not been greedy. There's no way I will conduct this surgery without enough money. I will have to settle a lot of people before I will be able to get the equipment down here. The city is tight. I have a family too. My life would be at risk too."
Noah glared into the eyes of the doctor, unable to control his anger, he turned to leave the old man with his father before he did something stupid to him.
"Take care of him. I need some time to myself." Noah muttered.
"Alright," The doctor answered and watched him leave.
Slamming the door shut behind him, Noah went towards his room.
In his room. Noah opened the window and allowed the evening air to dap his sad face. He shoved his hand into his hair and left it scattered in anger.
No matter how hard he tried to avoid the pain in his heart, he couldn't help the feeling that his father's flesh was slowly decaying while he was still alive. What was left was just some minutes or an hour or days or weeks as the doctor had said, and the Red Dragon pack will gather and send the spirit of his father off to join the host of werewolf ancestors.
"You're thinking again." A lady's voice came from the door and he noticed he had been so out in the space.
Noah swiftly turned towards the door to see Becky crisscross her legs in her standing position which made him wonder how a woman could still look beautiful standing in that bad posture.
He wanted to be alone. No. He also wanted to feel the company of someone; most importantly Becky, but this was not the time to do anything with her. He needed some space to think. He was still afraid of facing the burden of controlling the pack and he feared his weakness would make his pack members reject him to be the Alpha to rule them.
A weak Alpha is only a victim of slavery to other stronger packs.
"Becky, you never knock."
"What's the need for knocking? Isn't that a waste of time for us to be together?"
"If that is what you want now, I'm sorry but I just want to be alone."
"Sad, but I refuse to leave you to suck up in your sadness alone. I told you I'm willing to share your joy and pain. If you need someone to cool you off and lighten you up, I'm always here for you. I heard from the doctor that your father has barely one week to survive, and you still don't want to accept my offer. I didn't ask you to pay me anything in return, Noah."
"And that's why you're here?"
"Obviously, yes, is it bad?"
Noah ignored the question.
Becky left the door she was leaning on and walked towards Noah, stopping just when she was behind him. She knew he couldn't resist her, not in this devastated state he was in because that was the state she loved the most.
The state she knew he would do deadly things to her body to release his frustration. Slowly she circled her arms around him and leaned on his back.
She mastered the moves already.
Noah's breath heaved while he felt the softness of her chest caressing his back. Remembering the texture of it last week when he had cupped his mouth on it, how it made his man stand strong and firm, he wanted to do it all over again now, especially to find solace in his drifting heart.
"I said I want to be alone." His voice came out strained, not strong enough to push her away as he wanted it. He couldn't believe he said this when he was just craving for it.
'Hard to resist.' He sighed inwardly.
Since the illness of his father, Becky had been giving endless help and he became ashamed of accepting more 'thank you' offers from her. But the more he avoided it, the more problems came and sent him at the feet of always accepting Becky's help.
Just like this one now his father was at the point of death, there was nothing left for him to do than to accept again.
He was not ready to lose his father, he was not ready to be called the new Alpha and most of all he was not ready to fully control his pack. He needed his father to be alive. He still needed some of his knowledge and teachings.
Becky began to massage his shoulder tenderly. "I heard the 10 thousand dollars won't be enough. I can give you more if you want. My father left a good fortune before his departure, remember?"
"Why do I feel like you're here to bribe me?"
"No, I'm only concerned. Helping out as a friend, nothing more."
"But you—"
Becky grabbed his face just when he turned to face her and nibbled a soft kiss on his lips.
"Becky, don't do this now,"
"But I'm already doing it."
Noah looked at her hazel bright eyes, and her lips, he knew she had put a lot of effort into painting it for him. He lost it. He couldn't control it anymore, he needed the money.
"Damn! Since you want it so much, let's get this done."
"Sure, sweet—" Before Becky could reply, he captured her mouth into his, making Becky moan the remaining words into his mouth.
"Get on the bed."
"Sure." Becky already stripped off her dress. They sank into the bed with Noah on top of her.
Dripping wet, his tongue plundered her lips without giving her space to catch a breath. Becky gasped as the cold from his lips sizzled her nipples. She had expected a slow romance but Noah was not a fan of it and he was too angry to allow petting to take control.
This was just what she wanted too, the hot style, not the one that would make her lose out quickly and she hated women who wanted the slow burn. That was just a waste of time. Since Noah always wanted it the fast way, what's the need to wait for step-by-step romance? Was she mixing chemicals in a laboratory that she needed to follow the sequence of romance?