Her Alpha's Orders
Her Alpha’s Orders Chapter 47

West POV

West spent the next 2 days staying away from Jo-anne, burying himself in the pack business’s, to preoccupy himself. Headed into Olympia for dealings with his new airline. Though he was unhappy to leave the pack knowing Jo-anne was alone at the same time.

She had spent the last two days in her room painting from all accounts. T.J. had said she seemed fine, had simply returned to normal as though nothing had happened at all.

T.J. said she was smiling and could have a good laugh at his jokes, had not once asked about Heath at all, with their b***d bond severed, it appeared she no longer felt the need to go and see him. A good thing.

West had called on his Elite warrior unit, the next one down from his Alpha Unit, led by one of his war generals, to keep watch over her. Instructed them to never let her go anywhere on her own. She was free to move about the pack as she liked but had to have a guard at all times. The men had looked right at him, only one had been stupid enough to question why. He’d raised an eyebrow at the man, who’d snapped his mouth shut so fast it wasn’t funny and apologised for questioning his Alpha’s orders.

He’d looked at them, this was not technically a part of their duties, but he could instruct them as he so pleased. “Her father tried to kill her, has eluded to the fact she would die still.” he commented and all of them had stood to attention.

His general, Oliver, had nodded. “She’ll be safe with us, Alpha.” he’d stated firmly. West knew she would was a 6 man unit. And Oliver would see to running his team properly. He dismissed them. Heard Oliver snarl out a man’s name as he closed the door and knew he was about to round his own man for questioning their Alpha.

Let him deal with it.

Heath’s words weighed heavily on West still, and they had made for two very restless nights of sleep up in his Alpha Suite. A place with way too many empty rooms for his liking. He knew all those empty bedrooms were for when he found his Mate, for that Heir he would produce to stay in.

West’s mother was hoping for a bunch of grandchildren from him. Had told him having lots of children had made her life feel blessed in many ways.

That, seeing as he was her only son and all her daughters would likely move away to other packs. She was expecting him to give her lots of grand babies to spoil absolutely rotten. West doubted it would happen, but had just nodded at her and said nothing at the time.

It had been when she’d finished decorating the suite.

There was way too much empty space in this suite for him right now. West knew why he shouldn’t be alone in here, and if he hadn’t been such an a*ss-h0le all the time, he’d likely not be alone in here and those empty rooms, would have been filled already. West pushed that thought away, that was a torturous road to go down right that minute, with Heath’s words “Just one bite.” West hated that thought. Pushed it aside too.

He wanted answers, no he needed answers, but in the past 2 days, Heath seemed to be losing his mind even more than before. Poor bastard, it seemed, had gone completely insane when Jo-anne had severed her bond with him. West had not physically checked on the man, just mind-linked the guards twice a day for updates. His screaming and laughing was increasing rapidly.

West was also waiting patiently to see if what his mother had said was also true. He had his guards eyes peeled for anyone lurking about around the cells, especially a female, though there was nothing yet and it had been several days. Not even his Mate Karen had turned up. Might just have to walk her over there himself.

Seeing her might snap the man straight.

West had gone to his mother’s office and questioned her about her knowledge on Jo-anne’s mother and what she had told Heath. She’d chuckled softly and admitted she had no idea, said that no-one did. That she had done it to strike fear into the man, as that was what she wanted to do. A bluff it was.

West had been annoyed by her telling him it was all a bluff, he didn’t want it to be, the way he’d heard his mother speak that day to Heath, with full certainty, even West had believed she knew who the woman was. West was curious about Jo-anne’s mother, and her father for that matter. But still it seemed no-one knew anything.

It was odd, he thought, considering the power she had displayed, how could no-one know, nothing at all?

Surely, as a newborn baby she would have scented of her mother. Possibly even her father, depending on which one of them was Alpha-blooded. An Alpha-blooded child abandoned in the middle of winter.

Hell, why had that Alpha not felt his child come of age and hunted her down? He’d read many history books where chosen Luna’s who’d run off pregnant to an Alpha she didn’t want to be mated to, had to hide their child with potions and witch craft and sometimes depending on the Aipha and his bloodline. Even that didn’t work.

The Alpha Wolf could feel their child out there once they got their wolf, and drove the Alpha Wolf to hunt like crazy for their own off spring.

Those Alpha Wolves became agitated and restless, they just had this deep-seated need to hunt down and claim what was theirs and nothing would settle that drive until they had claimed it. So why had that Alpha not come to claim Jo-anne? It made West wonder if the Alpha part of her was on the mother’s side and, seeing as she had abandoned her, that was the reason she had never claimed her.

There were too many ifs, surely someone had to know something, he just needed to replace the right person.

It was starting to really hurt his head, constantly buzzing around in the back of his mind.

It was late when he and T.J. returned to the pack from Olympia. He-mind-linked Oliver the second they crossed the pack’s border to make sure Jo-anne was safe and unharmed. Though he knew if there had been any trouble, Oliver would have called and reported, straight away.

West was informed, that right that minute Jo-anne was very drunk, down at Maxi’s nightclub, with a bunch of her friends. They were all dancing and having a good time at ladies’ night.

A snarl had ripped right out of him and T.J.’s head had wh!pped around to look at him, eyes a little wide, likely expecting West to report an attack on the pack or something bad.

“Drop me a Maxi’s.” he growled, more than annoyed.

Ladies’ night was a stupid idea his father had initiated due to half the pack being un-mated and most of them female at that. It was a way for them to release their, as his father put it, sh!t needs and urges.

T.J. had burst out laughing, he would know it was ladies night, “Good luck.” he’d said as West had gotten out of the car. It had been T.J. who’d dealt with drunk Jo-anne the last two times. She was out of control, been here for nearly 3 weeks, since he’d taken over, and drunk as many times.

He stalked his way into Maxi’s and could smell arousal all around him. A dozen half-na*ked, oiled-up young warriors were all dancing and grinding up against the un-mated she-wolves. West could see a couple of them, with hands in places they shouldn’t be in public, looking around the room, bloody fog machine hindering his sight.

Located Jo-anne off to the left, downing a shot of something green, she was giggling with her friends, dancing and wobbling about, hanging on to one of the girls, barely able to stand on her own, he realised.

Drunk off her a*ss.

Oliver was not wrong, his eyes turned to the man in question. West could not blame him for Jo-anne’s current state of inebriation. He had told Oliver she was allowed to go wherever she wanted to, just had to have someone with her at all times. He could see she had 3 of Oliver’s men here in the club watching her.

“Miranda is here to Alpha, over there.” West’s eyes moved to the place he pointed, just freaking great, both of them drunk and here.

“How much did Jo-anne see? In Miranda’s case?” he asked. The two women were on opposite sides of the room, and might not have seen each other. West knew that Jo-anne still believed Miranda was his Mate, he had not disillusioned the woman. In fact, no-one was to tell her, otherwise his possessiveness around her might make her feel uncomfortable around him. Or lead her to ask him questions he didn’t want to answer at this point.

“Enough Alpha, to try and get us to remove Miranda and take her back to the pack-house. She was worried, it seems, you’d get mad.”

“What did you tell her?” West asked, as he looked at Miranda, she was currently dancing with a group of girls around one of his un-mated Warriors, wearing practically nothing, he noted.

“That you and Miranda, had an open relationship.”

West looked right at him now, a raised eyebrow.

Jo-anne would never believe that about him, there was no way.

“Jo-anne has had 4 wolfen loaded scotch and dry’s, and is 3 or 4 shots into wolfen loaded Absinthe now Alpha.” he was informed. At least he was doing his job, and knew how much the bloody woman had had to drink.

He doubted though that she would have drunk like this in the human world. No wolfen loaded drinks out there.

Could kill a human.

West rubbed his temples, just great, no wonder she was in her current state. Took a deep breath and walked over there to where she was dancing. Ella and Julie did not surprise him, but Ava and Sonja did. They were all looking at him as he yanked Jo-anne around and tossed her over his shoulder, ignoring all their looks and their sudden out burst of laughter.

What Miranda made of it if she saw him, he did not know. Although he had moved out of their room and they were no longer together, Jo-anne had returned to the pack the day before he’d taken over as Alpha and Miranda had told him, he had been different since he’d become the Alpha.

She had seemed happy enough, the last few days doing her own thing and when they did pass each other in the pack-house she smiled up at him, waved and said hello, it appeared to West that she was all good, with them not being together anymore. That him allowing her to stay here and not be sent back home to her own pack had allowed her to let go of him and just be herself.

Within 2 minutes of him carrying Jo-anne towards the pack-house, she was squirming around on his shoulder, and though he had a firm grip on her, she was not staying still. He glanced over his shoulder to see what the issue was, only to see her struggling and trying to take her shirt off.

“What the hell are you doing?” he snapped at her.

Was she insane? They were out in public and she was trying to get na*ked. Everyone would see her. Not on his watch, she wouldn’t be. Felt her still for a moment after he spoke, but then she started to do it again. “Stop that,” he growled at her, annoyed by her drunken behaviour.

There might not be many pack members out and about right this minute, but damn it, she knew better than to be na*ked out in the pack, and yes, he had let her go skinny dipping with her friends the other night but he had made damned sure the area was cleared of all males. When T.J. had come in and told him what she and Ella were going to go and do, he’d not liked it at all, but knew that Jo-anne had been given even T.J. the angry brush off. She’d needed to let off some steam, it seemed, she was never angry with TJ. and for it to persist as it had done, was even affecting T.J. the man had become mopey and it was very annoying to see. Not something he’d ever seen.

So, for once, he had sucked it up, and ignored his own need to be the only one to see her na*ked and had just let her go and do it. She was with Ella, Cole’s little sister, a Delta Ranked wolf and a good warrior in her own right, so she would be safe. His allowing it had more than shocked his whole unit actually, they had all stood and stared at him like they thought he’d lost his mind for a moment. Before turning and walking out of his office to leave him alone.

West felt Jo-anne heave and gag “Don’t you dare.” he grated out, but it was already too late, heard her throw up, and was suddenly wet down his back. Growled in pure annoyance and dumped her drunken a*ss on the ground to pull his now vomit-covered shirt off. Damned Woman.

Watched her as she just lay there on the ground for a long moment staring up at the night sky, then tried to get up, didn’t seem to be able to manage it, only made it to her knees before her hand covered her mouth, knew she was going to throw up some more.

“For the love of the Goddess Jo-anne, pull yourself together.” it appeared to West. She didn’t understand who was talking to her or where they were, too much wolfen loaded alcohol in her system to make sense of anything, it seemed. Then there it was, more vomit. Then she just flopped down on the ground, rolled over and lay there like she was done for the day.

West hunkered down and looked right at her. Her eyes were still open, she looked right at him, poked him right in the face. He was very annoyed seeing her in such a state. He’d never seen her like this, not even close to this, in fact. Had been drunk the other night at the Tavern but not legless and near unconscious from it.

“Snap out of it.” he snapped at he. How could she just go and get so stupidly drunk? Anything could happen to her in this kind of state and she wouldn’t be able to defend herself. Volt was also annoyed with her, it seemed. Is this how she conducted herself in the human world? If it was? He was very disappointed.

“Big face is too loud,” she said, and then her hands were on his face squishing it,” Shh don’t tell the Alpha,

“I’ll get in sooo much trouble.”

“oh you’re in trouble alright.” he muttered, he was very unhappy with her inebriated state. Then she shushed him “Shh. Too loud, he hear you.” she giggled again. It was actually kind of cute, the way she looked up at him and hearing her giggle like that. The next words that came out of her mouth, however, did not amuse him at all.

“Alpha got a stick up his a*ss so faaar.” she put a finger to his lips “But shh, don’t tell him I said so.”

Wests jaw tightened instantly at her words, yanked her up off the ground and tossed her back over his shoulder, her vomiting episode over it seemed, and headed for the pack-house once more.

“Don’t you dare vomit on me again.” he grated out at her.

“I would never.” she informed him, as though she had not already done so.

Then she was yawing and asked him to put her bed, all tired out it seemed.

“Yes,” he muttered as he stalked off, he wasn’t very well going to leave her out here now, was he? Jo-anne was completely passed out by the time he got to the pack-house, where he could see T.J. standing and waiting on the outcome. Laughed out loud when he saw West was shirtless and carrying his vomit-covered shirt in his free hand.

“Awe, she’s drunk.”

“Bloody said, some not so nice things about me too.

“West muttered.”

“About a stick and your a*ss, I imagine.” T.J. chuckled.

“What?” West stared at him. How’d he known that?

Then he realised she’d bloody well said it before, to T.J. and he’d not mentioned it at all.

“Yeah she’s a mean drunk.”

“Stupid drunk, not mean.” West corrected him, as he headed up the stairs. Used his master key to unlock her door and walked over to the bed, put one knee on the bed and lifted her off his shoulder and put her down. She just lay there completely out of it, he shook his head, stood up and frowned down at her. Was going to have to talk to her about this kind of behaviour and how it was unacceptable of her.

Turned and headed out of the room, looked at the covered canvas. He’d seen it the other night, but had been too preoccupied to think about it. But now! He hadn’t signed any of those new contracts yet. Reached out to lift the cover sheet only to hear T.J. clear his throat.

“If l’m not allowed, neither are you. Come on.”

West looked at it, it could realistically be anything he guessed, even something for herself, though it was very large. He walked to the door, turned and looked at all her art supplies and the stations, she’d set up for herself from the bedroom doorway. T.J. was right, about her room not being big enough, it was too small for her to paint in, she needed more space.