Mated To An Hybrid

As Brian walked into his building the next day, he felt a sharp sensation in his head. He didn’t know what it was about but he knew it couldn’t be good as nothing related to that was ever good. His staffs greeted him but he simply waved his hands, not bothering to reply verbally.

Brian had a lot of work to do that day and the earlier he gets on with it, the better for him and everyone else. He got into his office soon to meet Killian and Jack going through the documents they had brought from Paris.

“Anything yet?”, Brian asked.

He moved towards his seat, pulling his jacket. He was glad that his secretary had turned on the heater because at that moment, Brian was feeling chilly.

“Not yet. All I can say is the markings and writings here are not in English. They are from an archaic and extinct language and the only way we can decipher the meaning is to take it to someone who actually understands what it’s saying”, Killian said.

Brian picked up the paper, staring at it as he tried to find a meaning to the strange words. Try as he may, he couldn’t understand what it meant. He sighed, placing the paper back on the table. He sat down, swivelling his chair from side to side.

“Brian, what’s got you all worked up”, Jack said.

“The coronation, the fucking coronation that’s what”, Brian said.

“What’s so bad about it. Brian, you’re about to become the leader of the whole packs. I would say this is a great honor so I really don’t understand what has got you all worked up”, Killian said.

“If it’s about this strange message and Wilfred, know that we’ll take care of it. There’s nothing he can do anymore that he hasn’t done already”, Jack said.

“That’s the thing. It disturbs me not to know his next move, the coronation will be the biggest event, even bigger than the unveiling and Wilfred might choose that time to strike when he knows everyone would be at the same place and you know who all the blame will go to? Me, that’s who”, Brian rattled.

“You’re busy disturbing yourself over somebody that isn’t even up to half of who you are. You’re a billionaire Brian, you have a beautiful woman as a mate”, Killian said.

“You’ve forgotten Wilfred has all these things too. Look guys, I’m not trying to match my achievements to that of Wilfred. All I’m saying is, it pains me to not know what his next plan might be”, Brian said.

“I think you should stop worrying about that and focus on the things we’ve found on him already”, Jack said.

“Yes, I think that’s what’s more important”, Killian said.

Brian sighed. He knew they were right but he couldn’t help feeling worried about everything that had happened within the last few months.

“And remember you have a meeting with the council of elders later today”, Jack said.

Brian groaned. He knew how stressful those meetings could be especially now that his father was dead and he was next in line to the throne.

“Will you guys be there?”, Brian asked.

“No man! This is all on you”, Killian chuckled.

They rose to their feet, taking a copy of the document they had found in wilfred’s building in Paris.

“We still have to look through this so we’ll know what it says”, Jack said.

“Probably after the coronation. That’s all that’s on my mind right now but meanwhile, let’s take an inventory of all the arms and ammunition my father left behind”, Brian said.

“Will do. See you soon man”, Killian said.

Brian nodded. Soon, they left the office and he was all alone. He sighed, grabbing a file that needed his attention. As he looked through, signing on places that needed his attention, his mind strayed to his mate.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her and now that she was about to become the new Luna, he knew she would do excellently well. The main reason why he didn’t agree to let her come with him to see the elders was due to their penchant for asking questions. Brian knew that if Serah was there, they would come on to her like sharks.

“Sir, there’s a man here to see you”, his secretary said through the intercom.

“Yes, who is it?”, Brian said.

“I don’t know Sir, but I think he’s been here before”, he said.

“Alright, send him in”, Brian said.

He decided to deal with the person on time since he had the meeting with the elders slated for evening. Brian was quite surprised when Andrew swaggered in, a wide grin on his face. He had the urge to tear him apart but he remained calm. It wouldn’t do him any good if news got out that the future Alpha was caught fighting his pack member.

“You know, you have a lot of nerves coming in here”, Brian said.

“I’m not here to talk Brian, I’m here to only inform you that Serah is mine. I loved her first before you came into our lives with a son story, claiming that the moon goddess chose her to be your mate”, Andrew said.

His hands were crossed and Brian knew he came here for a fight. His wolf threatened to take over if Brian didn’t fight this man but he vowed not to give him the satisfaction of having a fight with him.

“I see you came here for a fight Andrew but I won’t give you that satisfaction”, Brian said.

“I’m not here for a fight, I’m just here to tell you Serah’s mine”, he lied.

Within seconds, Brian was up on his feet. He slammed Andrew to the wall easily, holding him by the neck as he pressed gently. He could see his face slowly loose colour but Brian didn’t care, keeping him in a stronghold.

“Never in your miserable life utter those words again. Serah is mine and mine alone and if you dare interfere in our relationship, I wouldn’t hesitate to send you to your grave, pack member or not”, Brian seethed.

He released him just as his whole face was flaming red. Andrew scrambled away, coughing as he tried to get the air back into his lungs. Brian spat on him, kicking him away as he watched him struggle to breathe.

“I think I’ve made myself clear. Now Andrew, get out of my officer before I change my mind about killing you”, Brian seethed.

“You… You, you’ll pay for this”, Andrew stammered.

He staggered towards the door, falling in his haste to get out. Brian could see his face had gotten back some of his colour.

Andrew left soon just as his secretary came running through the door, a panicked look on his face.

“Sir, are you alright?”, he said.

“Yes, but I don’t think that bastard would be anytime soon. Do me a favour, the moment you see him anywhere near my building or my mate, instruct my men to put a bullet through his head”, Brian said.

“Sir… but that’s murder”, his secretary stuttered.

“Failure to do this and you’ll have yourself fired”, Brian thundered.

His secretary nodded, scrambling away. Brian was glad he made his point clear, no one messes with him or his mate and goes scot free.