Lunch was quiet. Nikolai’s team didn’t find anything on the territory, not even tracks that would suggest how the cadracs got into the territory. In the end the warriors were ordered to patrol the territory. The rest of us were ordered to stay in the house.

As I watched Lowell and Ivan have a little water fight while doing the dishes the restlessness came over me once again. How could cadracs get into the territory without a single trace? And where were the mercenaries? A mercenary had to be close to its cadrac to properly control it. And while I understood how they could jump Jack, Bran was much older and much more skilled. It was impossible to get close to him without him knowing. They had to be really smart, probably with amazing strategy and a few dirty tricks up their sleeves. But why attack Jack? And who was next? Yuri? Scott? Lowell? Ivan?

I jumped a bit as drops of water fell on my face. “Don’t worry Reid, the warriors will figure it out I’m sure.” Lowell smiled and after drying his hands hugged me around the shoulders. I took a deep breath, the scent of pack calming my anxious wolf.

“Yeah, come on, cheer up, no one gets the better of our Alpha.” Ivan nuzzled my neck, the two submissive wolves now surrounding me with their warmth. Damn it.

“Thanks guys.” I petted their backs, smiling at them. I forgot how good it felt to hold on to a submissive wolf since there weren’t any submissive loners. My wolf immediately felt calmer with them, as if falling asleep, utterly careless.

Yet they couldn’t do anything about my human mind. I couldn’t just sit inside the whole day. Bran was dead and now Jack was hurt. I had to do something. But if I did, I would lose all of Alistair’s little support I had.

I left Lowell and Ivan in the kitchen and went upstairs into my room. My skin felt like it was crawling and I felt restless. Every inch of my body screamed at me to go and avenge Bran. I had to distract myself somehow. I grabbed my phone, biting my lower lip. Matt smiled at me from the screen, happy so far away from all of this. Would he be home or somewhere out with his friends?

I dialed his number, hoping for a video chat. He picked it up on the third ring. “Hey, Reid!” he answered happily. He was sitting on his bed, eating some red licorice. He liked to eat it when he studied.

“Hey, Matt… How are you?” I smiled at him, already feeling better.

“Me? I’m great, kind of lonely here.” He sighed. “What about you?” Lonely. Yeah that was about right. Losing Bran, feeling unwanted… “What’s wrong?” he said even though I didn’t say anything, even though I kept my expression as neutral as possible.

“A lot of things,” I admitted. “I could use a distraction.”

“Oh? A distraction, huh? What oh what could I possibly do to distract you?” He played along without hesitation, knowing that questions were the last thing I needed right now. I had no idea how he could know me so well…

“Well maybe you could start by losing that shirt.” I smiled at him, knowing that if he did, I could finally stop my mind from drifting. He could always make me concentrate, make me forget about everything but him.

“This shirt?” he asked innocently before slowly unbuttoning it teasing me with lingering touches over his smooth chest. He slowly took it off, his cheeks immediately turning a beautiful shade of red. He always used to hide behind a wall of confidence until I got him alone, stripping him, not letting him hide behind his clothes. He was skinny and he hated it. I couldn’t say the same. In my eyes he was gorgeous with his smooth belly, even the slightly visible ribs of his. I knew his pale skin bruised easily and I loved leaving marks on him.

“The pants, lovely,” I said, holding his embarrassed gaze.

“What about them?” he asked, trying to tease but already sounding breathless, needy.

“Off with them,” I growled slightly, careful as to not show my wolf side. He shivered but did as I told him, taking off both his pants and underwear. I groaned as I saw his already semi-hard cock, begging for attention. My hands itched to touch him, to feel him tremble under me, oh how I wished he was here.

He looked away shyly as he started playing with his cock letting out a soft moan. Just looking at him made me ache, made my cock strain against my sweats.

“So beautiful,” I told him, getting his attention back. “Wish I could touch you.” I licked my lips as he looked at me, red, embarrassed.

“Christ, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He shook his head as his hand moved up and down the beautiful shaft.

“What? Jerking off?” I myself wasn’t far from doing just that.

“Having a damn videosex or whatever,” he whispered, going even more red. Oh, he was adorable.

“You’re thinking too much,” I said, reaching down to my already very hard cock. “Turn around and give me what I want,” I said, the command clear in my voice. Matt moaned loudly for me and obediently turned around on his hands and knees, his fingers going to that tight little hole of his. He hid his face in the pillows as he teased himself, making me groan hungerly. He always knew exactly what I wanted.

“Don’t hide from me lovely, I want to see your face,” I told him. He listened of course, always so obedient. He looked at me and moaned happily as he saw my hard cock. He gained some confidence like he needed to see a proof that I liked it, that I was affected by this. He pushed his index finger in, moaning with pleasure, I could practically feel his hole gripping his finger sending a shiver through my body. Oh, how I wished I could be the one touching him… A symphony of gorgeous moans filled the air as he added another finger, moving them in and out giving himself all the pleasure. I encouraged him, making sure he knew just how much I was enjoying this. He sped up, looking at me so shyly, breathless and beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, couldn’t possibly think about anything else than him. His other hand moved back to his cock, giving himself pleasure from both sides.

I sped up too, knowing he was close. He was absolutely stunning especially when he lost control of himself rocking into his fingers and then back into his palm. His eyes were closed, totally consumed in pleasure.

“Come for me,” I told him and he did oh so obediently. He cried out as he shot, and I growled as I reached my own orgasm. I wasn’t as satisfied as I would be if he was here, but still it was enough to clear my head. My wolf was calm for the first time since I picked up Lowell’s call at the club. Looking at a sated and happy Matt always calmed me down. He stayed in the position as he came down off the high, his ass right there exposed for me. He looked so happy, so sated.

“Wish you were here.” He sighed quietly before he slowly got up, to get some tissues. “The apartment is so empty without you,” he said after we both cleaned ourselves. I saw that I managed to get cum all over my sweats. I focused on brushing the stains, so I wouldn't have to answer. What could I possibly say? I wouldn’t be coming back. The pack there wouldn’t let me stay. I was a lone dominant wolf, packs hated wolves like me. I posed a threat to them. He waited but when he realized I wouldn’t answer he said: “So did I help?” His cheeks went red again and I smiled at him.

“Yes, you very much did. Thank you,” I assured him, feeling more relaxed, ready for anything.

“You’re welcome. I’ve never done something like that…” he admitted, embarrassed. I didn’t either to be honest. “It was weird, but nice.” He smiled shyly.

“Well, in that case I should call you more often.” I winked at him as he rolled his eyes, though he was clearly very much into the idea. Suddenly someone knocked on his door. He looked up in surprise. “Oh, is it too lonely there for you?” I teased with a false jealousy, though I was quite curious who was knocking on his door.

“It’s just Laura, we’re working on a project together.” He smiled, quickly hiding all evidence of our little session. “I’ll call you later okay. Come home soon. Bye.” And he hung up as I said goodbye.