Chapter 8

WARNING### Strong language and situations.

Alpha Michael met with his brother at their second pack house. The first house was for show, where the family lived and all looked fine and dandy, reserved for official visitors.

The second pack house was their playground, the hub for buying and selling young females. It also served as their personal whore house. They conducted drug deals and ran guns across state lines, well on their way to being noticed by the international league of the Mob. They even hosted a few Mob bosses for parties.

The hottest commodity at the moment was selling young she-wolves in heat. They would find their mates, and the mates would get to have their first mating, but they wouldn't mark them. This caused the females to go into heat a few days or weeks later. Of course, the females went to their mates when this happened, and instead of getting their needs met, they were sold that night to the highest bidder.

By the time the females were sold, they were so far into the thrall of heat that they were almost insane, thus making them a really good fuck.

A few unfortunately committed suicide afterward, but hey, there are always more. Most of the time, the females were broken inside because of the way the mate bond was broken, making it easier to keep selling them. They kept going into heat until they got pregnant, which brought them to another part of their "factory," as they liked to call it. The pregnant females were put into individual cages until they gave birth, then the babies were sold on the black market. Some of the females were then put back into the prostitution part of their organization, while others had to be disposed of.

They also had a branch solely for human girls and children to be sold on the black market. They were also starting another branch with young boys, just a starter program right now, but it was showing great profits. They were making a killing, with last year's profits alone close to two billion, and this year promised to be even bigger.

He had been thinking of new ways to advertise his merchandise. He had his cousin putting together a national and international catalog of sorts to send out, so buyers could see his variety of selections and learn when auctions would be. Of course, everything had a code name to maintain secrecy. For instance, he thought himself clever when he listed girls under 18 as calves, girls under 12 as lambs, and females above 18 as sows.

Most of the profits went into an offshore account. Michael was pretty certain that his brother and his family would be pissed if they knew what name he put it in. After all, he didn't lie to them; he did put it in their daughter's name, just not the one they wanted it to be in.

That was another reason he had to get that little bitch back: he needed to have her digitally fingerprinted, so he would have them for the opening and transfers of the funds into another secret account that only he knew of. He would leave his brother something, of course, something much smaller than what he was expecting.

His niece Lily, on the other hand, was very useful, especially on the nights he got stuck in the other pack house. Mostly, though, she brought him a lot of human girls as well. He wasn't expecting to hear from his enforcers for a few more hours, though.

So, he asked his brother if he wanted to sample one or two of the new girls to pass the time.

When the six enforcers for the Rising Moon Pack came to a stop at a dead-end gravel road, they knew that it wasn't a good thing. Humans always thought that they were clever, and it turned out that this time, they'd managed to get one over on them.

They got out of their cars. "We are going to shift right here and go hunt down some stupid humans. Let's show them what they are messing with. Play with them for a bit first before you finish them. Remember, keep one alive; we need to know where they are keeping the girl."

Just as they were about to shift, one of the enforcers sniffed the air one more time. He went pale and tapped on the shoulder of his partner. He told him to take a sniff. When his partner did, his face turned pale too. They both went to their leader, Benny.

"Sir, I think we are in over our heads here. We need to get out of here now." At that moment, however, the wind shifted in another direction. Their leader sniffed the air and, of course, caught nothing of interest.

"If you two idiots are done fooling around and can stop acting like stupid little girls, we can go have some fun before we get the girl. The scanner says she is nearby."

The two enforcers looked at each other knowingly, just as the tires on their vehicles started blowing out. One of the enforcers yelled, "SNIPER!!" as they all dove for cover.

They were hearing very loud growls coming from all around them, some close, others in the distance.

Then came the chopping of teeth, a very loud clacking noise that sent fear down the spines of the enforcers. It was coming from everywhere at once. Just then, the wind shifted yet again, and this time all the enforcers picked up the scent, swearing when they recognised it. It was drifting to them... It’s a Sleuth of Werebears!

Alpha Michael was at the warehouse when one of his enforcers came up to him. "Sir, we have a late-night delivery."

"Delivery? We don't have any scheduled for tonight."

They walked out to the loading dock area as a semi backed up to the door.

His men inspected the two pine crates, one coffin-shaped and the other a big cube. They forklifted them to the floor in front of the Alpha. They were shrink-wrapped and nailed shut. Written on top of the crates in big letters were, "FRAGILE." The boys thought that was funny. "Hey, it’s just like The Christmas Movie... Frageeelee."

There was also a big envelope taped to the side of one of the crates. They took it off and handed it to the Alpha. Then they started to open the crates, popping the lids off with crowbars, and then there was just silence. Both of the enforcers closest to the crates started puking.

Inside the coffin-shaped one were the remains of the four enforcers he sent after the girl.

When Alpha Michael looked inside, what he saw was something out of a horror movie. The heads were removed, along with their hands, feet, legs, and arms. The torsos were tied together in a bundle. There wasn’t any blood. Where the hell was their blood?!

They all stood there in silence, and then they heard muffled groans coming from the cube-shaped crate. This one was also labeled "Fragile," but no one was making jokes this time.

They opened the crate this time with some reservation, and once the lid was off, it was a different story, although just as bad in its own way. In the middle of the crate were the last two enforcers, one alive and the other dead.

His enforcer that was alive was hog-tied in such a way that his ass was in the air. Sticking out of his ass was the head of the dead enforcer. They shoved it up him face first. This time, though, they didn't drain the blood; the smell coming from the crate was overwhelming.

Alpha Michael let his men tend to the living enforcer. He was so filled with rage that he couldn’t see straight. He yelled for all of his enforcers to meet in the morning. They were going to pay for this, girl or no girl. Should they find her, though, his plans for her had changed. She wasn’t going to be sold off. He was going to put her in the pit and make her wish she stayed the spare.

Then Michael remembered that the prince was coming next week to pick up Spare; he’d already paid two million in advance. Shit was going to hit the fan for sure if he didn't get that little bitch back. Of course, the deal was that she had to be a virgin, but there were ways around that, though.

He then found himself a corner and opened the envelope. Inside was a note... "Gonna have to do."