The Alpha s First Love

Rhys’s P.O.V

“So, Rhys,” Alpha Salim Ali of Saudi Arabia folded his arms below his chin and gave me one of his not-so-innocent smiles. “I heard you still haven’t found your mate yet.”

“And that is of relevance to our conversation because…?” I raised my eyebrows at the twenty nine year old man who had recently found his mate and is now holding a celebration in honor of his Luna.

“Oh, come now! We all know as the Alpha of the strongest and largest pack in Asia, you need a mate now more than any of us do.” Salim pointed out. “Your pack has extended up to four hundred wolves and an Alpha alone cannot manage everything on his own. The Luna is the heart of the pack. People come to her with problems that they are too afraid to tell their Alpha.”

“I know perfectly well what the purpose of a Luna is,” I snapped at Salim. “I will take a mate when the time is right. Thank you for inviting me to your Mating Ceremony, Salim, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to make it. Congratulations once again, I’ve already sent you a give. And I’ll see you during the next Summit.”

“Alright then, see you.” With that I disconnected the video feed on my phone.

I know I was being rude but being the Alpha of the biggest and strongest pack in Asia, I couldn't afford to have any weaknesses. It was true that my pack has extended a fair amount and also that there is a growing sense of unrest deep inside, an unrest that only a Luna can solve, but I just cannot afford to choose just anyone as my mate. My Luna had to be strong enough to hold my pack together and suppress any rebellion inside or outside the pack, even during my absence. And in reality, I haven’t found any of my potential mates yet.

Wolves have many potential mates. It is the wolf who decided whether someone was 'capable' of being with us or not. It is very much possible that a female wolf might feel attracted towards a dominant male wolf but the male’s wolf might not even acknowledge her. Both wolf's have to 'approve' of one another to become true mates. Wolves are almost always paired with wolves, and that theory is applicable with all kinds of shifters. Nature seems to like keeping us purebreds. But the only exceptions are humans. Shifters have gotten paired with humans several times but the pairing isn’t very common. Mostly isn’t always a shifter pairing since humans are a lot weaker compared to us.

The wolves in this continent were smaller than normal and being descendents of that ancestry, our wolves were small too, compared to werewolf size in the west. But what we lacked in size, we made up with our fierce strength and speed. I especially make sure every member of my pack is well trained both physically and mentally. Being desert wolves we were naturally ferocious and dominant, but that didn’t give anyone a reason to slack in their training. Anyone who did so would find themselves wondering alone in the endless Wahiba Sands.

My pack was located in Saudi Arabia, south of Nizwa, on the brink of the Wahiba Sands. The place is called 'Jever' which in Hindi means jewels. My pack is known as the WildRain.

"What happened this time?" Came the voice of my Second, my Beta, Zyane Hudson.

I looked up from the paperwork on my desk as he came inside my office and settled on a chair right in front of me.

Zyane was about 6' 1", comparatively short to my 6' 3", with black hair and dark brown eyes. His hair was longer compared to my military cut and he also had a slight moustache which...frankly he was damn proud of.

"Salim happened," I growled low in my throat, the sound more animalistic than human.

"Ah!" he said with a knowing smirk, "Poor boss got the whole Luna lecture again?"

I growled again. Yes, that exactly was my problem. In the past couple years; everyone seems to be giving me advice on getting a goddamned Luna! I was only fucking thirty two and that was hardly like being a teenager in werewolf terms. I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon and all this talk about getting a Luna was only fueling interest amongst the female wolves who now thought it was alright to expect more out of a simple one-night stand and were pressuring me for a ring. Damnit!

I didn’t need women who would try to seduce me just so they could become the next Luna. I didn’t need women who batted their eyelashes at me and did everything I told them with their heads bowed. I needed someone who would take care of the pack for me, look after my wolves and nurture them, but most importantly, I needed someone with a spark, a fire that was challenging. Yes, challenge. That was exactly what I needed. Someone who would make me 'earn' their keep, not give in so willingly. Unfortunately, dominant females are very rare in our hierarchy. And the groupies were like puppets, trying to grab my attention so I could do with them as I please.