The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Laura POV

"Hmm," the tip of Mr. Smith's cane tapped lightly on the floor as he twirled it back and forth in his hands. His eyes were glowing eerily, the dark of his irises taking over all of his whites. "Seems we are running out of time," he murmured, staring blankly out the dirty window. He called Jasper and I here, the only semblance of a house in the camp we're hiding at in the woods far from the pack. I was already upset at having to sleep in a tent like a rat for the past week. Now, it's like he is showing off that he's in the seat of power in the house, flaunting it to me. I haven't even washed my hair with real shampoo and deep conditioner in days, but he still looks clean and well-groomed.

"Running out of time for what, sir?" Jasper asked.

Mr. Smith smirked. I could see his reflection in the glass of the window. "It's time to hold up to your end of the deal. Use your new mate to bring me the girl. Command him now."

That sour taste of irritation burned my throat with the urge to scream. "The bond isn't strong enough," I stomped my foot lightly and whined. "You said we would wait until he couldn't resist me."

He waved his hand dismissively.

I stomped my foot again, turning to stare up at Jasper. He coughed, looking uncomfortable, but one more stomp had him giving in to me.

"Sir, if we could maybe have more time to-"

Mr. Smith slammed his cane down on the surface of the table beside him, turning those creepy eyes on us. Both of us froze, Jasper retreating from me and giving in so easily like he always does to this witch of a man. "This is your last chance," he said in a hiss. "There is no more time."

"But.... But he still isn't responding to us," I puffed out my bottom lip. Every time I force the mind link, I can feel him listening, but he never responds. "You told me the spell would make the bond grow over time."

"Yes. Yes I did," he rubbed his chin. "Even with his negative feelings towards you, the spell was cast, so the bond would grow over time. Strange."

He seemed intrigued, and not concerned like he should be.

"You promised me!" I didn't want to command Boyd like this. He was still fighting me. What if he fought harder against the bond and it broke?

The intrigue left Mr. Smith's expression and was replaced by annoyance once again. He pushed himself out of the chair slowly, in a fluid motion that reminded me of an animal. His steps were smooth and graceful, but his stance looked dangerous, like a predator ready to strike. I backed away, pressing into Jasper, and cold fear crept over me.

"You're mouth," he pressed the tip of the cane to my throat, then dragged it up, lifting my chin, "is this close to losing its tongue."

A whimper escaped me as tears burned my eyes. He held my face in place for another few seconds, then dropped his cane slowly.

Mr. Smith focused on my mate, then said sneeringly, "Do it. Command him today. This is your last chance."

"Wh-what happens if it doesn't work?" I asked, wiping the burning tears from my cheeks.

He chuckled darkly, the sound making the hairs on my skin stand on end. That was his only answer before walking away.

Mr. Smith POV

They're going to fail. After hearing the current state of things in that pack, I am quite sure that this scheme of theirs will implode miserably. This is the last chance I am giving them before moving on to the last card up my sleeve.

The cards have been fully dealt. We are on the last hand. I can not let her get away. Not after all the time it has taken for me to find the perfect specimen.

I knew she had potential. Being able to handle the intensity of the intimacy I requested was a strong sign of her body being the ideal vessel.

It wasn't until I saw the flickerings of magic in her eyes that I knew, beyond a doubt, that she was the one. The one that I have been searching for for so many centuries. There had been so many failed experiments, so many creatures that couldn't handle the undertaking of the full force of my powers.

She was different. If there were signs of her being a full elemental, I would think she was the return of the goddess herself.

Alas, my informant assured me her powers only show minimal signs of witch-crafting abilities.

No matter. It will be enough.

"Sire." My driver opened my door for me, and I relaxed into my seat in the balmy car. The heat was running, and this car had been fashioned with a humidifier as well.

I could finally relax without the chirping of that horrible woman in my ear.

"Where to, sire?"

"I think it's high time we paid our wolfless Alpha friend another visit. It is likely we will be needing him sooner than we expected."