I sat in the corner of the bar. Sipping my Coke as I watched the humans come and go over a period of three hours. Each time the door opened I took a long breath in through my nose. Sniffing the air. Searching for a particular scent. A Lycan scent.

I take another sip of my Coke, placing a piece of my pastel pink hair behind my ear. My green eyes scanning the crowded room. So far, nothing. The bar tender, Larry, a tall slim man with a cowardly disposition when it came to my 'kind', wiped down the bar. Announcing last orders. Getting to my feet I pull on my leather biker jacket and walk to the bar, placing my glass down and smiling.

"Well, Larry, another goose chase...", he cut me off.

"Honestly, Star, I swear to god! I thought they'd be here!" He stuttered. I hold up my pale hand and growl low in my throat. Narrowing my green eyes at the shivering mess of a man. "Listen, I don't have time for your games. I have a job to do. Next time call Spitfire. I'm sure she would love to sit around bored all night painting her nails." I toss some money in the bar and head for the door.

Sometimes you had to be blunt. It was the only thing humans understood. As I stepped outside I zipped up my jacket. With my hands in my pockets I walk down the alley to the end of the road. Crossing over and heading towards headquarters, or the 'Den' as they liked to call it. It was the tallest building in the city. From the outside, the world believed that the building belonged to Kerrigan Enterprises. A company that ruled the digital industry, creating websites and systems for the military. On the inside, what we were was worse. A company filled with 'employees' that turned into werewolves to fight other enemy packs that wanted control over his city. Kerrigans city. The Alpha, or one of them at least.

I stepped through the front door of the building and entered the elevator, pushing the top floor button and sailing up at a speed that made my head swim. Shaking if off, I step out and walk by the receptionist, reading at her desk, and entered the board room. Kerrigan sat at the healm of the table. Raving and ranting about the Dallas pack coming to talk peace. Wanting a treaty. I take my seat quietly and slide off my jacket, hanging it lazily over my chair.

Spitfire glared at me, mouthing "Where the fuck have you been?" I shrug, ignoring her and her stupidly long claws and turned my attention back to Kerrigan. He dominated his chair, almost looking too big for it. He held on to a gorgeous red head on his lap, running his hand through her hair roughly. She didn't complain, just sat their happily being tortured. Rolling my eyes I tried to focus on what was going on.

"Are you mad?!" Shouted Ethan, a Beta wolf of the pack and commander of the forces if Kerrigan was too lazy to get out of bed. His face was angular, handsome but nothing special. He wore a navy suit with a black tie, like he normally does. "They can't be reasoned with! The Dallas pack is the most vicious pack there is. They have strength in numbers and command."

Spitfire gave a sickly sweet giggle and tossed her long dark hair back over her shoulder. "Oh please, everyone has their price."

"Maybe you do Spit, but some of us have more self respect. You sell yourself like a bitch in heat, I'm sure if we handed you over they'd gut you within a couple of hours. They don't keep whores." I cross my arms, leaning back in my seat.

"Meow" she grinned back at me viciously. "Sounds like Star has a stick up her arse again. What's wrong?" She pouts. "Alpha giving you no attention."

I smile, exhaling deeply. "He's all yours sweetie."

"Enough!" Kerrigan slams his fist on the table, making us jump. I growl quietly to myself. Fucking men.

Sitting up straight I clear my throat. Everyone followed my lead. Sitting up, awaiting orders. Kerrigan's vein in his forehead pulsed. He was pissed. He growled loudly, baring his jaws. "We will discuss a treaty. I will spare innocent lives. If any of them lifts a finger to our people we kill them on sight."

Everyone nodded. Well, that settled that. The council members began to dissipate. Quickly shuffling from the room. I gathered my things and stood, placing my jacket over my arm. Before I could turn to leave Kerrigans deep voice called my name. "Star." He said, as though I was a naughty child that needed to be disciplined. I stood still, my eyes on the ground respectfully as he approached and circled me silently. "Yes, Alpha." I said in a calm, nonchalant tone.

"You weren't present at the evening dining, why?" He demanded, standing behind me. I feel him touch a strand of my pink hair. Running it through his fingers before letting it fall against my white vest.

"I had a contract to fulfil, but it was a false call. I was told an Alpha would appear at the bar a couple of streets away and I spent the morning there." I kept my eyes low as he moves around me, tracing his fingers down the pale skin of my arm.

"When we dine I expect to see you there. You are Omega. You shall sit beside me and act like one." He growled deeply, his hand brushing my cheek gently. I move my cheek, looking up into his dark eyes in defiance. "I may be Omega, but I refuse to be yours. I will not mate with an alpha who would fuck the rest of the pack like you have done to countless others." Raising his palm he slaps my cheek, causing a rosy glow to appear. I growl, my head shooting back around. My hair in my eyes that had gone from green to gold. Baring my teeth.

"You know the law of this pack created by my grandfather. You shall obey it. You will be mine Starlight. Whether you want to or not." He roars. His body growing in size, his eyes turning red with rage. I couldn't help but fall to my knees in submission. He towered over me like a giant. Watching as I pant as I slowly turned back. Before be could give me another swipe of his hand I stand and bolt from the room. Getting as far from the maniac as I could.