The Were CEO’s Secret

Chapter Sixty-Nine – His Sob Story.

Jarma narrated how Johnson lost his mind when he’s parents died. He and his father’s student, Jarma, were left to protect the pack.

Seeing him broken, his father’s sister kept her daughter, Cherry, with him to bond. He almost felt better till his aunt died, leaving him again.

When he was of age to be Alpha and it was few days to his coronation, the elders realized that his father stated in his will, the pack should be given to either his son or his student, Jarma.

They held a competition. Johnson wasn’t pleased with the arrangements as he believed as the heir to his father, he should own the pack.

The elders didn’t like his arrogance and were bent on the competition, which wasn’t based on strength, but on relations with the pack, wisdom and relations with other packs.

Jarma beat him. Johnson failed. His arrogance couldn’t let him relate to his pack and other packs as an Alpha should.

He wasn’t willing to conceded to be the Beta of Jarma, so to prevent a war, Jarma rejected the Alpha position and became Beta.

But the pack was only loyal to Jarma, due to his leadership qualities unlike Johnson who slept with almost all the werewolfesses.

To make his life miserable, Johnson frustrated his mate and cousins and pinned the pack against him, ignoring the elders.

Jarma faked his death and left the pack but the elders reprimanded Johnson. But he killed them, then it became obvious he’d lost his mind.

His parents had died helping an Alpha who was betrayed by his elders, thus Johnson’s hatred for elders.

The Alpha, his parents had died helping was Garcia’s father. When he found Garcia as his mate, he had expected her to accept him, but she didn’t, sending him maniac.

His cousin, Cherry, grew up to be like him.

Nathan and the warriors were chilled to the marrow after Jarma’s narration. Nathan could swear that he saw a warrior tear up.

He still blamed Johnson for how he turned out. He let grief and arrogance rule his life and ended up losing the best of things.

Alpha Luciana smirked, brushing her hair away. No iota of pity coursed through her for Johnson. She was glad she constituted to his pain.

She had told Garcia to reject him, as he was berserk. Her Delta deserved so much more. She wasn’t cut out for fixing broken Alphas either.

“So, from your story it seemed all Johnson’s weakness are dead except Cherry!” Luciana boomed, it resonated through the forest.

Jarma nodded. “But I was informed that Cherry was recently sent to stay with her paternal grandmother, it’s far away from here.”

Nathan sighed. They’d defeat Johnson in old school. No need for blackmails with loved one or reputation, he didn’t care for the latter either.

“So, I’m guessing you would want the pack back after Johnson’s dead?” Luciana asked again.

Jarma nodded again. “Yes, the Alpha is twisted, not the pack. Also, you’d be decreasing the number of rogues terrorizing the packs.” He smirked.

Cole left the tree he was resting on and came faced to face with Jarma. “How can we confirm you’re not lying? That you are a Beta?”

Jarma stood from his seat and glared at him, slowly his eyes changed Reddish-Orange and he tilted his head at him. “Confirmed?”

Luciana chuckled, pushing Cole back. Her little Beta always liked a challenge but this Jarma won’t be good for him.

According to his story, he was an Alpha for a while, only not coronated. His eyes were more red than orange unlike that of other Betas.

Which meant he was almost an Alpha. Not every Beta could beat him. “Now, can I get back my lead warrior?”

“Actually, she’s already at the pack. I sent her back when you moved out and followed you back here.” He smirked, folding his legs.

The Alpha looked at a warrior to confirm and she left to make a call back to the pack.

“I guess it’s a deal. Your insider, who owes me his life, should keep giving us info of Johnson’s new plans.” She concluded.

The warrior returned, communicating that Avery, the lead warrior, was found outside the pack, safe, no injury sustained.

“I have a problem there.” Jarma raised his hands. “The lead warrior is my cousin I spoke of. Johnson killed his twin. You can’t kill him.”

Nathan laughed. “Oh, sure she can’t. Let me guess, Reina is your mate as well?” he didn’t mean it as a joke and stared at Jarma in the eye.

Luciana frowned, but stared at Jarma too. She frowned deeper seeing him nod.

“She’s a kid so I couldn’t run away with her. And trust me, she and my cousins suffered in both Johnson and Cherry’s hands.”

Luciana exhaled loudly, slapping her legs being bitten by the mosquitoes at the forest. “I forgive your cousin. When you’re Alpha, I’d return Reina.”

Jarma bowed in concurrence. The meeting was finalized and Nathan hadn’t felt any happier. Hearing Johnson’s sob story almost made him forgive him.

But it wasn’t about the bad that happened but about what was made from it. As a kid, his whole clan was killed, he didn’t turn to a psycho.

They returned immediately to the pack, without Jarma but since he’d be working with them, the Alpha had promised him a room.

Nathan had watched him disappear within the surrounding forest without a trace. His training as a tuxedo ninja had really come in handy.

While waiting in his mother’s porch for her arrival, Nathan noticed a shadow lurking around her backyard. He crept towards it.

It didn’t look like that of a man, but of a child, teen preferably. The teens around were mostly warriors and wouldn’t be lurking around.

He felt Keon coming to the surface. The person lurking around was no mere person, or werewolf. He found it strange.

He jumped down the roof he had climbed to catch the teenager.

It was a blonde boy, his eyes held great fear on being discovered. He ran, but crashed on a wall. It seemed to Nathan the boy didn’t know around.

He didn’t want to hurt him, he was a kid, he only wondered why he was lurking around the Luna’s house. And he looked a lot like Garcia?

“Stay away from me!” he barked, standing his ground, glaring at Nathan. Nathan shrugged, moving closer. What creature was he exactly?

“Nathan, that boy, he’s not werewolf. He… he has a werefox blood in him!” Keon shrieked in happiness.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Nathan froze in his steps. The hell? How was that so? The blonde boy shook violently and crouched to the floor. Nathan moved back.

“What’s happening?” he asked to Keon but the boy answered. “I’m going to kill you, so you won’t speak of what you saw!”

A huge grey wolf, with red random markings on it, was formed in front of Nathan. It was ugly, well, looked weird with a fox-wolf features.

Before Nathan could speak, the creature threw him to his mother’s porch. He grunted, grimacing as something broke in his arm.

The wolf-fox rushed to him, wanting to kill him.

“Keon, we won’t shift!” he warned Keon as he noticed him trying to break out. They just had to handle this one old school way.