An Alpha for the Demigod (2 page)

Once we’re out in the bay
he drops the anchor in our usual fishing spot. We crack open a few
sodas since it’s too early for beer and cast our lines. It’s so
peaceful sitting out here even if the fish aren’t biting. I find
that it’s still nice to enjoy nature when I’m not furry and running
around on all fours. Crispin reels in his line and recasts it. I go
to do the same but my phone starts ringing.

Crispin says “Hey man, we
agreed no cellular devices on manly fishing excursions.”

I laugh and say “Dude,
it’s my dad. I have to keep my phone on me for when he decides to
give me more ultimatums.”

Crispin shakes his head
while I answer the phone. “Hello?”

My dad says “Took you long
enough to answer.”

“
Sorry, I’m out on the bay
fishing.”

He sighs. “Of course you
are. Have you thought about what I said?”

I sigh. “You know I don’t
want a mate dad. I’ve said this a million times
already.”

“
It’s pack law. You have
to have a mate to become Alpha. That’s the way it’s always been.
You know your brothers are only betas in rank and can’t take over
and I refuse to hand the pack to some knucklehead who doesn’t know
his ass from his face when it comes to pack matters.”

I roll my eyes. “I know
dad. Can’t you change pack law?”

“
I would have to get
approval from all the wolf shifter packs in the country plus the
shifter council to change pack law. You know that. The shifter
council gathered each species of shifter to create the laws. An
alpha can create other laws for their specific pack but when it
comes to the main pack laws that are the same for each pack across
the country an Alpha can’t touch them without a lot of
work.”

I sigh in defeat “I just
thought I’d ask dad.”

“
If you don’t find someone
to be your mate by my birthday I’ll choose someone for
you.”

My mouth drops open in
shock. “Dad you can’t be serious!”

“
Deadly. I’ll announce it
at the pack run tonight. I’ll be retiring after my birthday. Your
mother and I would like to raise your sister in peace without the
issues of the pack getting in between our time as a
family.”

I probably looked like a
gaping fish with the way my mouth was moving. “That’s in two
months! That’s not enough time!”

He growls “It’s plenty of
time to find a suitable mate.”

I shout back “Yeah, a bond
mate not a fated mate!”

“
Forget about fated mates!
You’re 130 years old. If you haven’t found yours yet with the way
you sleep around then you probably never will. You know they’re
rare in this pack. The last confirmed pair died in a pack war
before you were born and we haven’t had any since. Your mother and
I were lucky but we met nearly 300 years ago in our late
thirties.”

I nod and say “I know dad.
I just hoped…never mind. I’ll find someone suitable by that time.”
I hang up before he can say anything else. My hopes have already
been crushed so I might as well salvage what’s left of my fishing
trip before I start searching for a suitable mate. I have a couple
in mind that might work but I’ll need a clear head and maybe a shot
of jack before I start the wooing. Gah…wooing the word gives me
cold chills just thinking about it. The sooner I get this over with
the better. Just fates willing please no yappy Chihuahuas please
I’m begging here.

Chapter Two

Lykos

There’s a place in the
mountains, no one knows exists. It’s an underground fortress of
sorts with multiple levels, sections, and rooms. The location is
top secret, only a select few know about it. I’m not supposed to
know about it either but I’m what you call “Special.” I don’t live
here even though there are many who do. I have my own place on a
little island about 300 miles off the coast of Asphalt Bay. Out
there on my own I’m free to do as I please. If I want to create my
own storms I can. Although, I don’t do that too often. I don’t need
to set off some human radar and have them storm my island paradise
for their science. Stupid fuckers.

I can also do some work
for the council from there since it is secluded and off the radar.
No one would suspect it. Since my work life is so hectic I’m rarely
there. It’s basically my little getaway when I’ve been working for
too long and have to take a much needed break. I may seem like a
cold hearted son of a bitch on the outside but sometimes all the
blood and gore just gets to me and I need to take some time to
myself. Add to that my sense of bitter loneliness and you’ve got
one pissed off demigod on your hands.

I’m not heartless although
it seems like it sometimes. I do have feelings and after being on
my own for more than 3000 years it’s really starting to bring me
down. Loneliness is such a fucking mood killer. I’ve become a
workaholic because I don’t want to sit in my empty house and stew.
I haven’t been home in almost a year that’s how bad it
is.

You know something is
seriously wrong with you when you can’t even walk into your empty
house without feeling this huge amount of despair because there’s
no one there to come home to. It fucking sucks and the feeling is
not something I like to experience often so I spend all my time in
hotels when I need to sleep or abandoned buildings when I need to
work.

Being a “Fixer” for the
Paranormal Council has its perks. I’m filthy rich and want for
nothing. I have multiple houses across the country in case I need a
place to go if a job goes bad. Everywhere I go I seem to gain
instant respect. I have a human name I go by when around others. No
one uses my real name anymore except my parents, my siblings, and
my employers. My real name is what instills fear in people. I
usually go by it when I work. Everyone has heard the name but they
can’t put it to a face.

It makes me somewhat of a
legend and a mystery at the same time. A legend for what I can do
but a mystery because very few actually know what I look like. Even
my mother isn’t counted among them. I’ve changed since she saw me
last. We are still in contact of course. I call her every once in a
while but I have never visited her and she has never visited me.
There are reasons behind this of course.

My mother is a wolf
shifter who became a lone-wolf after being cast out from her home
pack because of me. They didn’t like the fact that she’d had a
child with a god so they drove her out. Had it not been for my
father’s gift of immortality she would have died from her injuries.
At first, she refused the gift but when she found out that the same
gift had been given to me at birth to give me a fighting chance
against others who may have wanted to kill me for what I was she
accepted.

She raised me by herself
and even stayed with me well into adulthood. A few years after I
turned two hundred and twelve she found her fated mate while on a
trip into town. She wasn’t going to do anything about it but I made
her. I’ve been on my own ever since. Thanks to fate’s rules about
intertwining lifelines with fated mates her mate is now immortal as
well and the trait passed on to their children.

It’s bittersweet. She has
a pack now and a new family. Her mate is the Alpha and will likely
remain in that position until he decides he’s ready to retire. I
will not ruin that for her. I’m not sure if she’s told them about
me or what I am but I refuse to be the cause of her losing
everything.

Especially, because I’m
different even among demi-gods. My father and my uncle do not get
along but even though that’s true I am still favored by my uncle.
When I surpassed all expectations and reached my
1000
^th
birthday when most of my kind would have been killed off by
other demi gods or were too weak to survive he did something he’s
never done before. My uncle gave me some of his powers as a gift.
I’m now the only demi-god in existence to have the powers of two
gods instead of one on top of being able to shift into a wolf at
will. Being immortal on top of all that makes me nearly impossible
to kill. I’m practically invulnerable. It’s crazy.

I became a target after
that but the others were nothing I couldn’t handle. It’s been a
long time since anyone from that world has attacked me. Anyone from
that side who doesn’t know me personally will know exactly who I am
when they look at me. The tattoos at the corner of my eyes right at
the cheekbones symbolize that. The trident on the left is for my
father Poseidon and the lightning bolt on the right is for my uncle
Zeus.

I’m not sure where my cold
heartedness comes from but I do know I tend to be on the borderline
of evil when I use that side of me. Especially when it comes to
work. I own every kind of weapon known to man. I’ve been trained in
the art of torture. I know every form of martial arts out there and
it doesn’t take me long to get information out of someone. The only
thing that factors into it is what mood I’m in. I can torture
someone slowly and get information or I can go the quick route and
scare the shit out of them to get what I need.

Bottom line is, most of
the time I get what I need and still have to kill them anyways.
It’s just part of the job but the bad part is depending on my mood
I actually enjoy it. Which says something about me. I’m a seriously
twisted and fucked up individual. Most paranormals refer to the
Paranormal Council as the equivalent to the human mafia and they’re
probably right. We do things just like they do. Sure there’s trials
and stuff but the things that come to us are usually so bad the
sentence ends in death.

We’re usually the last
ones called. No one wants to involve the paranormal council or the
fixers if they can avoid it. If we get involved things usually have
escalated to the point where it almost always ends in blood. There
are times where a fixer is called in to do the interrogation
because the suspect won’t talk no matter what they’ve tried on said
suspect. Since some paranormals have laws against their own kind
torturing for interrogation they bring in someone from the
paranormal council to handle it. That way no one is breaking any
laws and no one else needs to get arrested or killed.

I’ve had a few jobs like
that but most of the time I’m rounding up die hard rogues,
interrogating suspects for the council, investigating cross-species
smuggling rings, or just flat out assassinating people because
they’ve done some horrible shit. You name it I’ve probably done it.
Like today’s job for instance, I grabbed a shifter from a back
alley when he got off work. He’s sedated so he wouldn’t struggle
and now I’m waiting for it to wear off.

I got his file two days
ago. The shifter council sent the case to us because they didn’t
have any evidence on the guy and had to drop the charges. The pack
he’s from refused to pursue it any farther after that. He’s not
exactly a rogue but he’s just as despicable. Kevin Wright is a
rapist piece of shit. First it was his wife who he beat to keep
silent then it was his two teenage daughters and after that three
other women from his home pack.

Once the alpha found out,
he interrogated Kevin but didn’t get anything out of the man. Even
Alpha power didn’t work which isn’t normal. With no evidence
besides the history of physical abuse with the wife, the Shifter
Council couldn’t really do anything but let him go with a fine and
a mark on his record that meant they’d be watching him. There isn’t
exactly a law against abuse among shifters. Except between fated
mates and in certain packs, prides, and flocks etcetera.

So, the Shifter Council
sent the case to us with the stipulation “Find out why Alpha power
doesn’t work.” The case was given to me and now here we are. I’ve
dressed in my usual attire for this. Black cargo pants, a black
tank top, black combat boots, and black leather gloves. Black is
always best. You can’t see any blood that way. I’ve slicked my hair
back so it won’t fall into my face and laid all my tools out on the
table behind me.

I’m currently using the
storeroom in an abandoned building. I’ve covered the floor in
plastic along with the walls just in case and Kevin is in the
center of the room zip tied to a chair. I coated the zip ties in a
mix of wolfsbane and pure silver so, he won’t be going anywhere.
It’ll burn like a bitch once he finally wakes up. Wow, I totally
sound like a serial killer. Oh, looks like we have movement.
Showtime.