The Alpha's Exchanged Mate
The Alpha’s Exchanged Mate – Chapter 82

Ben’s POV…

Argghhhh! I would lose my mind soon at the stupidity of these pack members. I wondered what the hell I was on my mind when I decided to join forces with these morons. Alpha bethel made me pissed the more. How in the world did they make such a clown an alpha? The rules around here need to change.

I have had so many f***s in a week, and I must admit I am tired. And bothered too, news reaching me has it that one of the sizzler warriors that I had sent as a spy to reach Sonia had been bailed on.

“F**k!”

How dare Sonia? That bitch had me tripping. According to the feedback, she had totally thrown me under the bus, saying she knew nothing about the plot I had let her in on. Sonia must think she is smart. She has my heir inside of her and thinks I would let her off the hook.

The night howlers have been on high alert, securing their pack, and it’s becoming harder to figure out their next line of action. The only thing I could work with was Xander calling for assistance.

I have thought hard and long about those he could have gone to for help. I know everything about him, which was why I had no issue penetrating the night howlers with the help of the sizzlers, but now that I’m no longer there, it’s much harder to obtain first-hand information.

To cap my frustration, alpha bethel seems more interested in organizing orgy sessions than focusing on the issue at hand. Xander seems to be quiet, which is unlike him. He isn’t one to sit still. No one came after me to find me, and neither has he let Edwina go as a peace offering.

Edwina! Thinking about it now, I miss her so much. Her tenderness and sweet love didn’t go unnoticed by me. It was just fun to have two women of your choice, especially two sisters, whenever and wherever you wanted them.

Edwina was my comfort after a long week or trip, and knowing I could toss her whichever way I liked made it more soothing having her around.

I try not to imagine Xander f*****g her and making her wail his name. That bastard always had what belonged to me. I needed to act fast if I must get my wife and unborn child back.

“My man!” Alpha bethel slapped my back, making me jolt out of my seat a bit. I wasn’t expecting it. I felt like punching the idiot in the face.

“Why aren’t you joining the party?” He asked

I looked around at the rowdy hall. Half of the women there were sluts who didn’t mind the number of men they would have to f**k. It’s a pleasure being in the alpha’s presence. It was the weekend, and as usual, a party had been put up. I was sitting in a secluded corner at the end of the hall. If I must be sincere, I doubt if there was ever a moment a party or gathering that, for f***s sake, wasn’t held. For some reason, I feared the effect my rigorous f***s for days would have on my precious back.

“Don’t you think we have other important things to discuss than p***y’s?” I threw at him, trying to make the Buffon see reasons.

To my disappointment, he laughed it off, “you worry yourself too much my man. Xander must be shaking in his wheelchair right now wondering what would become of his pack.”

“You don’t underestimate Xander, he is a cold man.” I tried to explain, knowing Xander might be crippled, but he hasn’t exactly lost his sense of reasoning.

“Don’t worry yourself, you worry too much. Let me handle this on your behalf.” He made a solemn swear before weaving himself into the midst of some randy-looking she-wolves.

My head ached as I massaged it lightly. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Thought you looked stressed. Was right after all.” The voice came.

Looking up to see who it was, I wasn’t surprised when it turned out to be the lady from the sizzlers council meeting. I had been too engrossed in the situation at hand that I didn’t remember to reach out to her.

“Mind if I ease your stress?” She whispered into my ear.

Sighing, I thought otherwise. Maybe I did need my stress to be eased.

“I didn’t catch your name.” Even though I wasn’t really keen on knowing.

“Malia.” She sang. Her voice sounded like music to my ears, and the soft texture of her lips on my ear skin made me chuckle.

I stretched out my hand to hold her, leading her to a staircase that led to something like a basement or more of a store room for the hall. I took her along with me and closed the door from behind. Just as we stepped onto the first step, she pushed me against the railing. Bending down in one swift movement, the only thing I heard was the sound of my trouser zip coming off and the feeling of her warm mouth on my already hard d**k.

“F**k!” I murmured. My goodness! I must say she gives the best blow jobs. Her head moved back and forth like an expert; she must have been doing this for a long time, I noted.

I threw my head back, enjoying the moment, my heavy thoughts dissipating as the pleasure mounted.

Pulling her up towards me with her hair, I turned her back to the railing. Both of us switched positions. She had a flowing dress on, making it easier to rip off her panties.

Holding up her right leg, I wrapped it around my waist. Positioning her well, I rammed my d**k into her. She let out a sudden gasp, increasing the pace she m****d loudly. Her m**n only made me go harder, she had a voice that could turn anyone on, and it only sent my wolf into a frenzy. Her butt hit against the concrete rails as I slammed into her at every pace. She let out a shrill scream when I hit her core. Almost reaching my peak, I f****d her harder and faster, letting out all of my stress as I had the best o****m I had had all week.

Holding both sides of the rail, keeping her in between, she smiled weakly. Seems like I had found another contemporary f**k buddy.