Chapter Eleven

The meeting hall was a flurry of voices all speaking at once when I entered, but the moment they saw me, the voices halted in mid-word to stare at me with gaping mouths. I focused on keeping my heartbeat steady as I saw Stefan sitting at the head of the table, the left side where his Alpha female would sit was open. My wolf stirred and I felt her rise on her own as if a dam had broken inside me, I found myself sitting in the chair, as the rest of my team sat at my right down one side of the table. There was an empty seat across the table. When Stefan had an heir, his son would take that seat. A sharp pain panged through my chest at the thought that I would never have Stefan's child.

A shock ran through my system that left me feeling cold. I had not thought about that in years. I had thought I had gotten passed the days of being heartbroken over not having kids, but this pain was more guilt that I couldn't be the one to carry on Stefan's heritage. I shook my head to get the thoughts out and focus on the matter at hand.

I looked around the table and each male was looking between the faces of my team as scrutinizing as a judge trying someone for murder. I knew it would be uncomfortable for them to be involved with a group like us. We were no neighboring pack; we were a group of rogues that had a talent for taking care of trouble. Their gazes settled on me, the alpha's mate who ran away from her responsibilities is how they would always see me. I could do anything and everything an alpha female is supposed to and then some and it wouldn't be enough.

"Attention please," Stefan addressed the room.

The small conversations being held died down considerably in a matter of nanoseconds.

"I am sure you have noticed by now that I have asked for outside help in dealing with the hunters," Stefan began.

"Not that we need it," a young sprout of a wolf that looked to be here with his father who smacked him on the back of his head upon the exit of the words from his mouth.

Stefan ignored the comment. "Upon discovering the merc group we found our Alpha female among them," he smiled and gestured one hand toward me.

I felt the bottom of my stomach drop from my body as shock settled in. He really put me on the spot, but I managed to keep my face blank. Anger seeped into my blood as I started to boil under the stares of the other pack members. Why in the world did he take it upon himself to call me his Alpha female?

"Some alpha she is," the kid said again.

My wolf took over and reveled in my anger as well as her own for the boy's disrespect.

"Hold your tongue in this room pup, disrespect holds high consequences I do not believe you are ready to accept." I commanded harshly slamming my hands on the table. I felt my power unleash like metaphysical flames reaching out to burn his smirk from his features. Stefan might have ignored it due to his age, but I would not be disrespected as such.

The boy looked down at the table.

"Forgive me Alpha." He squeaked out like a tiny mouse.

I felt Stefan's hand wrap around my right hand tensed and flat on the table. At his touch I relaxed back into my seat and the cold flame started up my arm calming me down like a bucket of ice water on a campfire.

I settled back into my seat and tried not to apologize for my outburst. If I apologized it meant that I thought I did something wrong, which would show the pack a weak alpha female, and since I was introduced as Stefan's mate I couldn't do anything about the title in front of them. That would make Stefan look weak and that wouldn't blow over well. I wasn't here to resolve my personal drama and technically the boy insulted me, and I was an alpha and he needed to respect me. Period. I didn't tolerate that kind of behavior from any wolf from any pack.

The boy's father nodded at me and his eyes smirked with approval at my outburst. I nodded back with a smile hopefully conveying that I understood and that I was a force to be reckoned with. For all I know it could have come off as overconfident.

"They are experts in the problem that we are having. It is my decision that they will teach us and help us resolve the issues." Stefan spoke eloquently and formally. "It is my pleasure to introduce my mate Jezebel, she is leading this group and when she commands something, it is as I command it."

I hid my shock as best I could but I couldn't help but look at him, and I knew he saw it in my eyes. He gave me equal power. Most Alphas never relinquished power. To allow another wolf to be their equal was normally a sign of weakness. Most Alphas could not stomach another wolf in their position. Packs ran on a pyramid type pecking order. An alpha female usually had the power of a beta, which was a high position, but still not as powerful as her mate's. He just gave me a place on top of the pyramid, which technically was no longer a pyramid. He just changed the entire pecking order.

I stood, my knees didn't shake, my cheeks were not flaming, but the nervousness was encroached in my innards. It slithered its way through my abdomen making me feel my lunch try to creep its way back up. I held my head up and kept my jaw firm, unforgiving.

"Thank you for the introduction Alpha Stefan." I said giving him a pointed look. He didn't let it show on his face, but he knew he had pissed me off. Though, I didn't think he was surprised. "Our main focus is to neutralize the threat. We are going to start training every morning, noon, and night. The patrols will be running constantly on a grid formation starting from the middle going out. Four patrol groups at a time. Every wolf takes a shift if they are over the age of sixteen."

There was some grumbling and outrage among the males in the room.

"Our mates cannot be expected to patrol like work dogs!" One male at the end of the table said, his eyes blazing with resentment but a resolve and acceptance on his features that told me he would do as I said, he just wasn't happy about it. His two cents was all he wanted to put in to try and make me squirm.

"Your mates are reflections of your power, if you think they can't patrol then that means you can't either. If you think you are too good for patrols then explain to me how your system is working." I growled at him. "I wouldn't be here if you didn't need my help."

"We will be conducting reconnaissance missions to gain intelligence on the workings of the hunters and strike back accordingly. We won't run in blind. I won't tolerate back talk, disobedience, or complaining. If you think you can do it better, remember why we are here." I continued. "Erik, I need your best fighters, we would pick them out if we had more time. I trust your judgment. I want them lined up and ready to start training with Dean and I at…" I paused to look at my cell phone. "We'll say noon. " I paused again to look at Stefan, his face remained stern and alpha like.

"Alpha Stefan, there are some other things to work out, if you don't mind I would like to speak to you in private." I said pointedly. Stefan looked up at me and nodded. He stood and adjourned the meeting then by placing a hand on the small of my back he lead me into his personal study. He shut the door behind us and his hand twitched lightly sending chills up and down my spine, causing a tightness to curl its way into my womanhood. I stepped away from his touch quickly.

"I have something to tell you," I said sternly; trying with all my might to keep myself from being distracted.

"What is it?" he asked; his entire fa?ade softened. He looked concerned.

"It's about Dean, when we were attacked on the airplane he almost died." I started to explain.

Stefan's eyes gave him away as the jealousy shot through them briefly. "Yes, and you healed him."

"Something happened when I did," I said apprehensively, looking away from him. Then I thought better of it and looked at Stefan head on, with mock confidence even though I knew that he was going to freak on me. "He is connected to me somehow, he feels what I feel, and do you know what happened?" I asked, hoping that he wouldn't have the opportunity to start yelling at me. I felt guilty already. I knew this would hurt him.

"I have heard of this happening, it's just usually something that happens to an alpha female who has great power." He said calmly. "It's her way of choosing a protector and an errand boy of sorts, like a beta."

"Can the bond be broken?" I asked, secretly hoping it would please him that I wasn't happy with the pairing.

"If the female takes her mate, yes.

"Well, I guess it will be okay then." I said turning around, not acknowledging the anger that was flaring up in his aura. His power began to flow over my skin and a gentle hum excited my own power as it began to leak around my normally sturdy shields.

"Do you want me to fix it?" he asked brusquely. I knew he was angry, but his voice was husky and it sent excited chills through my body.

I didn't know what to say, I wanted to say yes because I knew what it would mean…So I should say no. I turned around and looked at the wall full of different books and a small neglected and shriveled potted plant. He should know better than to try to keep a plant when he is too busy to take care of it. I felt like the shriveled little plant could be me. If he was too busy to remember to water a plant, how could I know he would remember to take care of my needs? I felt the familiar heat and thrill of his touch on my shoulders. Gentle pressure urged me to turn around, and sent butterflies in my stomach. I resisted, turning my head to the ceiling and crossing my arms. His hands moved up my neck and back down my shoulders, his fingers splayed across my skin. My body betrayed me and shivered.

"Are you always this tense?" he asked, his voice concerned as he began to knead my shoulders.

"I don't know, I guess so," I whispered, unable to make any sounds.

His thumb dug in and hit a spot in my shoulder that pulled a low moan from my lips.

"That good huh?" he chuckled darkly.

"Mmmhmm," I mumbled my response.

I reveled in the feeling of my muscles relaxing beneath his touch. The tingle of his fingers helped me forget why I really came in here. I didn't care that I didn't plan it, but I just wanted to keep feeling this serene. I was just closing my eyes when he moved to a plush chair, he sat first and pulled me down with him.

My eyes shot open as I felt Stefan's lips on my bare neck. One moment I was in bliss but still able to think, some; and now I was losing myself to his touch.

"We shouldn't do this," I whispered desperately fighting to hold onto my thoughts as his fingers continued to knead and work my relaxing muscles, his lips lightly brushing their way up to my ear.

"We want to, isn't that reason enough," his voice sounded tender, but still strong, rough sounding.

"It will mean so much more than just the___" I lost my words when his lips latched onto my ear lobe.

"You want me," he stated simply.

"Yes," I answered.

"I want you,"

"Yeees," I answered again attempting to hide a moan, but failing miserably.

"Then what could possibly be holding you back?" he asked seriously. He stopped kneading my shoulders and sucking on my earlobe mercifully. He picked me up, turned me around and sat me down where I was straddling him. Maybe it wasn't so merciful.

"You don't want me as a mate, maybe as a fling or a one night stand, but us as a relationship, all we do is fight." I said after gathering my thoughts carefully for a moment.

"No, I wasn't ready for you last time you were here I will admit. I was young, and harsh, and too headstrong to accept your ideas as legitimate." He explained seriously. "All I'm asking for is a second chance."

How could I say no? My mate asked me for something and my wolf just wouldn't allow another answer. A second chance is a valid request; I mean I couldn't expect him to be perfect right? I made mistakes too. I should have given in on a lot of things that weren't worth fighting over, and then maybe we could have worked through the thing about Macie. It could have been different.

"Okay," I found myself saying. I felt my wolf stir and raise her determined head. She wanted something; I could tell by the way she fought me to rise. She fought me and I lost. Our lips came crashing down on one another, passion filled caresses of the mouth that stole my breath. When I finally regained control of my body I pulled myself back up and looked down at Stefan. The kiss had left me moistened, and Stefan had hardened, I could feel the throbbing pressure between my legs and it sent excited tightening sensations through my womanhood. I looked down at the fire in Stefan's eyes that was reflected in mine. I had seen lust in a man before, but there was something deeper in his soul that burned differently than superficial lust. I battled with myself for a few more moments back and forth telling myself I should leave, until finally I couldn't fight my feelings, my wolf, or Stefan any longer.

"Fuck it," I growled, grabbing Stefan by the hair and pulling him up to me. This time I kissed him with gusto. I confidently flicked my tongue across his bottom lip, and then drew it into my mouth briefly teasing. I moved my lips to his jaw, then neck as I reached around his back to lift his shirt up. I pulled it off of him so quickly, I think I ripped it, but I didn't take the time to check. I pulled my shirt off in the back swing.

"Are you sure?" Stefan stopped me when I stood to take off my pants.

"Yes, fuck me." I ‘seductively purred', well more like growled, as I backed away from the chair and toward his desk.

"I plan to," Stefan growled as he stood as well, then in a flash he had me in his arms, lifting me onto his desk.

He grabbed my pants by the waist and pulled them off in a blink of an eye. I laid before him naked as the day I was born, spread out and exposed to him. Our gazes remained locked on one another as I waited for him to make his move. I didn't know what he was going to do. I wanted him inside me, but he wasn't moving. He just stared at me like he was studying me for some reason. His eyes raked over my body from my head to my toes. He spotted the scar on my chest from a fight with hunters my first time out of the gate. I remembered that day like it had been yesterday. He had been a burly man and had a silver bowie knife that he had cut my chest open from my left shoulder and across the top of my breast and down my cleavage to my belly button. His fingers brushed it lightly tracing it down to my stomach.

Stefan's tender touch sent excited thrills through me and my breath caught in my throat. He stopped when the scar stopped. His left hand came up to the gunshot on my right hip where a bullet had caught me from a sniper. He rubbed it with his thumb. I looked into his eyes that were no longer looking into my own but at my battle scars.

"Would you like to see them all?" I asked seriously. I could see it in his eyes that he was curious, but also making a hit list in his mind. "I can tell you the story of how I got them all, or we can fuck now and I'll tell you later." I told him bluntly.

His eyes shot up to meet my own and I could see how much that turned him on. That really surprised me.

"Tell me while I fuck you." He growled as he slid his fingers into my slick folds. My back arched and I ground my hips into his hand.

"Okay," I rasped. "The scar on my chest," I started as he slipped a finger into me, his thumb rubbing over my sensitive button which caused me to moan out the words.

"Is from a hunter with a bowie knife the first time I went on a hunt." I moaned out. "he caught me by surprise when I grabbed him by his left wrist, I broke it when the knife sliced into me."

I moaned loudly as he curved his fingers around in my center to rub my g-spot.

"I tore out his throat with my right hand." I growled to keep from screaming my pleasure.

Stefan bent down to lick the scar from my belly button to my shoulder. When he got to the end of it he paused to look up at me, his eyes were hungry. He kissed me forcefully demanding my mouth to open and the moment I did his tongue flicked out to tease my lips; sending shivers through me. He brought both hands up the sides of my body, sliding them over my breasts. When the roughness of his hands raked over my nipples I whimpered.

He moved his left hand down to my right hip and fingered the scar there.

"What about this one?" he whispered against my lips.

"A shitty sniper, Dean shot her between the eyes with his side arm." I said raking my hands down his back and back up to his shoulders.

A hint of anger flashed in his eyes at Dean's name, but he didn't mention it. Instead he kissed his way down to my breasts and flicked his tongue over one, I arched my back to meet his mouth, offering my breast to him. He didn't take them, he wanted something sweeter as he made his way down to my core. My hands gently urged him down as my fingers buried in his hair which I had noticed had grown out a lot and he desperately needed a haircut, but at the moment having something to grab onto was making me hotter.

My breathing came in shallow, excited gasps as I awaited his mouth to descend on my center. The moment I thought it would I instinctively arced up my hips to meet his mouth, but instead his lips began to travel down my thigh to my scar on the right side. His hands moved down from my breast to the sides of my thighs.

"What about this one?" he asked running his hand down the scar about three inches long.

"A man I fought hand to hand, his knife stuck in the bone and he freaked when he couldn't pull it out. I pulled it out for him and slit his throat with it." The last part sounded strained when it came out because his fingers had found my core again.

"Are you having trouble talking Jezzy?" he teased.

"Are you stalling?" I challenged. "If you haven't noticed, I'm ready for you." I purred sweetly, marring the seriousness of my comment. "there are more scars on my back I could show you if you want to change positions." I said sitting up to look down at Stefan who was on his knees, his mouth just a breath away from my center.

"You naughty little she-wolf," he growled. "I think I shall have to punish you for such behavior."

Fast like lightning, his tongue was flicking through my slick folds. I growled out an animalistic moan that started in my base and wrenched through my teeth. A heat began as my muscles inside me began to twitch and quiver. My legs began to shake as the orgasm left me shivering and screaming my pleasure through the room. When I opened my eyes, I was looking up at the ceiling, my hands gripping the ledge of the desk behind my head. I felt Stefan's hands lift my limp body from the desk and stood me up. He held me up easily since my legs seemed to not want to cooperate for the moment.

Stefan brought a hand up to brush the hair from my face. "You are so beautiful." He whispered, then kissed me oh so gently. I could taste my juices on his lips, and his tender kiss made me breathless once again. My head felt so light I thought I might pass out.

"Oh Stefan," I breathed. "I have missed you,"

Stefan smiled against my lips and spun me around, then wrapped his strong arms around my torso. His lips found my neck and I moaned. Then his right hand went down and he used two fingers on either side of my sensitive nub. He flicked his fingers alternating on each side making me squirm and I couldn't stand it any longer. I used one hand to pull myself up and wrap my legs around his body. I used the other hand to undo his pants. The moment that they came undone I pushed them down easily. I licked my hand and then grabbed his member easily. My eyes widened at his size (in a good way!). To be honest I didn't know how in the world I was going to take this in. I gave him a few good pumps and my hand twitched, squeezing harder when I felt my body tense from the expert fingers Stefan had at my base. I heard a growl in Stefan's throat, a satisfactory growl that brought a devious smile to my lips as I slid him into me. A guttural moan of surprise escaped him and his fingers froze as I tightened the muscles in my core around him.

"You are quite talented aren't you," he rasped in my ear.

"Just quite flexible," I purred as arched my back outward and used my legs to propel my hips up and then back down on to him. The angle hit me in just the right spot and I hummed a moan. I began a smooth safe rhythm that kept us both balanced, and with this position, it was quite hard to go deep and fast without one of us falling with the other.

Stefan wanted control, I could feel it in the way he gripped my breasts in a sudden moan that I pulled from him. I put my lips next to his ear.

"Take me on the desk," I whispered.

He needed no more invitation than that as he laid me face down on the desk and pulled my base up to grind into him. I propped myself up on my elbows and wrapped my legs around his thighs and calves when they didn't touch the floor. I felt Stefan pull out and then like a battering ram he slammed into me and I moaned. He pumped into me faster and faster, each time hitting my special spot that made me go wild. Stefan's hand made its way up to my hair and took a handful of it sending excited chills into my scalp. The little bit of pain excited me more and raised my wolf. She liked how Stefan dominated us, especially in this position. It was instinctual, animalistic, and primal. I felt the presence of Stefan's wolf as well; the dominating force of his power sent shivers of pleasure across my skin and made me quiver around Stefan. I came in a flash of power of my own wolf that surrounded us. My wolf rose and took over in my orgasm,

"Mark me, NOW!" I heard my raspy voice, and realized that it wasn't just my wolf that wanted it, I desperately wanted it too.

Stefan didn't hesitate. His wolf rose as well and he growled out a loud "YES," as he pulled me up by my hair and latched onto my shoulder. Power surged around us, melding together and swarming us. Another orgasm swept through me and I howled, loudly. In the howl, my wolf was claiming her territory as well as our mate. In a wave of power, hormones, endorphins, and enough adrenaline to cure anaphylactic shock, we collapsed onto the desk top.

After catching my breath and regaining consciousness so to speak, I was able to formulate words.

"What now?" I asked.