New Assignment
I will be uploading at least one chapter every Monday. This story contains adult themes and content, reader's discretion continuing on. I will not be posting mature content warning, but I will include Trigger Warnings for content that is very violent.
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“What the fuck is this?” I ask Lara as she hands me a thick file for my next assignment. It feels heavy in my hands.
Next to me, Oliver grimaces at the stack of papers in the manila folder I now hold.
Lara sighs, “You’ve been assigned to River Straight for the annual check of the pack and to see that the pack leaders have abided by the court’s conditions and are enforcing them among the common pack mates.”
“What kind of conditions were they presented with? I mean, what happened for all this paperwork to pile up?”
Lara rubs the space between her brows and leans her elbows against her desk. “It’s a bit complicated, but basically the omegas in the pack received heinous treatment by the higher ranking wolves in such that it required interference. They have already been forced to pay a fee for their crimes and now require regular check ups by Royal Rule. They will face role reassignment and total pack takeover if they don’t follow the court’s orders. I’m in agreement with the court’s judgments.” She frowns in apparent disgust.
She looks at my partner next to me. “As for you, Oliver, you will be handling the treasuries and treaties in the surrounding three packs. They shouldn’t be too difficult, but I wanted you near in case Miss Mosin needs your assistance.”
Oliver takes the thin envelope Lara extends to him. “Yay, finances,” he humorlessly chuckles.
Lara rolls her eyes. “Be happy you got the lighter load this time.” She pauses and looks over at me. “Fawn has been selected for River Straight as their alpha is more cooperative with females.”
My face contorts. The alpha already sounds like a sexist pig.
The wooden office chair creaks as Oliver pushes back in it, his face mirroring mine. “This is going to be a fun party,” he mutters, shooting me a worried side eye.
“Anything else we should know?” I ask Lara.
She shakes her head. “Sleep well tonight. The packs are a long travel from here.”
We nod our goodbyes to Lara as we leave the office.
When the door shuts, Oliver wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in close to him. He nuzzles the top of my head and whispers, “Let’s relax tonight, eh?”
I can’t stop the blush rushing to my cheeks. Like many other females, I am not immune to his charms.
I bite my lip and look at him through my fringe. “Definitely.”
A smile lights his gorgeous face and he stands tall next to me as we head to the agents’ quarters.
We part at our rooms, which luckily are positioned next to each other. He sends me a steamy look before entering his room and closing the door behind him.
My heart flutters. Normally I would feel guilty for taking up relationships with a male that wasn’t mine, but Oliver’s mate passed three years ago and I was happy to give him my company. Goddess knows I enjoy his.
My wolf rolls her eyes, disgruntled that I hadn’t saved myself for my mate. Mate won’t be happy.
I internally cock my hip at her. We’ve gone to dozens of packs in the last five years. I think we would have found our mate already.
She growls at me. Mate still there. He waits for us.
Goddess, she was so hung up on a male we’ve never met. And I would be willing to bet he hasn’t saved himself for us either. I’m sure he’s not pure either. I’m not going to punish myself for not bumping into him yet. Equality of the sexes, remember.
She huffs at me. My wolf didn’t understand the human side of the social realm. I’ve never met a man beyond 20 years of age that has yet to partake in another’s flesh.
I’m finishing packing my light luggage when Oliver sneakily slides into my room. He wraps his arms around me from behind and breathes in my scent. His wolf purrs in his chest.
His wolf has taken quite a liking to me and my wolf, though she shuns him and throws her tail up anytime he propositions her.
Oliver and I chuckle at their antics, enjoying our own shared warmth.
“Are you done yet?” he breathes against my ear.
“Mmhmm,” I hum in agreement. I zip up my bag and set it at the foot of the bed on the floor.
Oliver takes this as a sign of my completion and turns me towards him. His lips press down on mine.
Warm autumn breeze wafts up my nostrils, his natural scent intoxicating to me. My lips part, accepting what he gives to me.
He leans me against the bed, deepening the kiss and slinking his hands under the hem of my shirt.
My breath shutters as his fingers graze my tummy and his tongue tangles with mine.
We share a loving gaze of warmth and longing before he showers me in a comfort I’ve ever only known with him.
Hours later, he reluctantly pulls his pajamas back on and looks at me with a heated gaze.
“Sleep well Fawn, I’ll be dreaming of you,” he purrs before leaving my room for his own.
I snuggle into my Oliver scented pillow and drift into my last comfortable rest for weeks to come.
