Alpha's Detective
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I think I caught the scent of our mate. Instead of the forest filling with shrubs and trees we stopped on the edge of a clearing. In the clearing was a red wolf. He was huge. My wolf felt my panic and sent a comforting wave to me trying to calm me down. We will be fine. Mate will not hurt us. At least, I hope so...
Chapter 1
Dec 12, 2025
Felicity
Taking a large sip from my slushy energy drink from the coffee shop around the corner and looking at the large amount of paperwork on my desk I am reminded of the reason I hate being a Detective with the Portland PD. I absolutely hate paperwork. Despise it. I understand the reasoning for it entirely—but it doesn’t mean I have to agree with it. I set my drink down and sigh, at least the paperwork means that the case is over, the only positive thing about it. I picked up my pen and prepared myself for the hours to come.
I roll my eyes at my behavior—I need to stop being so dramatic about it. I start filling things out recalling what happened in the case I just wrapped up, it was about a murder of a couple in their home. Turned out they had a small addiction that they couldn’t afford to keep up with and in the end, it made their dealer upset he wasn’t getting paid, and it had resulted in their death unfortunately. The dealer was thankfully caught and is now spending some time in prison. See what happens when you do drugs? Don’t do drugs kids.
Before I got far into my paperwork, my partner Michael Dean come up to my desk and sat on the edge of it and tapped his finger in the middle of the paper I was working on to get my attention. I dropped my pen and held my sigh in and brought my head up to look at Michael. He was handsome and he knew it, at almost 30 years old you would think that he wouldn’t be in his prime that he would be slowly starting to show his age. Oh no, not Michael. He still looked like he was 25 and he knew it. He was a cocky asshole about his looks and tried to use it to his advantage.
He had a head full of thick blonde hair that he kept styled so it was swept to the side. He has bright green eyes and lucky him he has long eyelashes. Why do guys always end up with the long eyelashes? So not fair. His nose had been broken in the past and was slightly crooked, he had clear skin and not a single blemish. He shaved and never had a shadow of a beard or mustache ever. His jaw was basically chiseled—the rest of his body was fit, like a dam swim model. Basically, think of the perfect man and you have found Michael. The only negative about him was his attitude.
The first time I met him was an ass. I was thinking that he was so hot and how I was going to have a hard time making sure that it was a professional relationship only. Then...he opened his mouth and ruined it. He tried to discourage me from staying in the department, and especially from being his partner. Now I wasn’t going to just quit. That wasn’t who I am. I also wasn’t going to let anyone tell me what I can and can’t do, especially someone who was being an ass. So naturally, I tried to outshine him at any chance I get. Obviously, it pisses him off, so he doesn’t like me much.
“You still haven’t finished this yet? Mine is already filed away.” I cocked my eyebrow; he hates paperwork worse than I do. No way he’s already finished with his. “Oh yeah? Is that because you hired some new head to do it for you?” He glared at me, I tutted at him. “Oh Michael, you better check that paperwork. You know new heads don’t know how to fill that shit out right—and I don’t think the captain would be pleased to find out that you were cheating your way out of paperwork.” I smile brightly at him. He narrowed his eyes at me, “My paperwork is just fine thank you. Now, I came over here to let you know we have another case. “I groaned. We just wrapped up our last one like last night. “The wicked never rest.” He nodded, “And neither do we. Get your shit and let’s go. We need to the crime scene.”
He walked away from my desk, and I start grabbing my jacket, badge, and gun. I walked a few steps away from my desk from I went back for my drink. Can’t be forgetting that. I speed walked to catch up to Michael and I caught him at the elevator. He looked at me and rolled his eyes mumbling under his breath, “Addicted to caffeine much.” I shrugged at him. Hey everyone has some sort of addiction, mine just happens to be caffeine. It comes with the job. Once we are on the bottom floor, we head to the parking lot to hop in our car ready to set off to our next crime scene.
The drive takes about 20 minutes and within that time I watch the city around me pass by. I moved to Portland when I was 23. I moved from Eugene, Oregon, it’s 2 hours from here. I haven’t been home in a while; it wasn’t because of distance or time. It was because of my family. We had a disagreement about me moving to Portland...well my mother did specifically. She felt that I shouldn’t be far away from our community and that I needed to find someone to settle down with. My father was supportive about my move and new career at the time. It’s been 4 years since I’ve moved and I’m now 27 years old, I still haven’t found someone much to my mother’s displeasure. I still call my parents at least once a week, but I haven’t been home in over a year and my visits are far in between.
Every time I talk to my parents my mother always asks about when I’m moving back home and if I found a guy yet. Of course, it makes me irritable, and she has that 6th sense and catches it and we normally end up in an argument. I don’t think I’m ever going to move back home. My life is here in Portland. I have worked my ass off to get where I am now. When I first was hired by the Portland PD, the guys would throw insults at me and say sexual innuendos. It took me almost 2 years to gain some sort of respect and even now it’s harder to maintain that than gain it. It took me basically taking a bullet in the arm and not crying my eyes out. Of course, it hurt like a bitch and some tears were shed but I didn’t end up crying on the ground like I’ve seen some of these guys do.
When I was promoted to Michael’s partner you could imagine how thrilled he was to have me as his partner. He tried everything from talking to the captain to trying to get me to quit by bullying the hell outta of me. He did not succeed of course, which only pissed him off even more. We finally have learned to somewhat tolerate each other, and no friendship has blossomed between us whatsoever.
The car slows down and I notice that we are in a part of town that the riots and protests had damaged but have moved on from. It wasn’t a bad part of town, but since they managed to hold off Police from this area for a while buildings were being damaged, and items stolen from stores. It wasn’t safe in this area during that time. It looks like some cops and other emergency services have sealed off a part of an alley way between the buildings. We parked on the right side of the street and got out of the car and heading over to the taped off area. Me and Michael both flashed our badges to get access to the crime scene, walking in we both start getting up to date about what possibly happened.
Forensics are still trying to collect evidence, so we leave the body alone and let them do their thing while Michael and I take a look around the crime scene to see if anyone had missed anything. The alley wasn’t the cleanest place, it was better than most cities but still somewhere that makes you cringe. There were trashcans and dumpsters here and there and within our marked off area there was a dumpster and two trashcans. Naturally, I pull some gloves out of my pocket and start snooping around in them to see if anyone tossed anything. When I got to the dumpster, I lift the hood and BINGO! I find a bloody t-shirt and pair of jeans. I turn my head and holler for one of the forensic crew to come give me a bag. While I was waiting my nose twitched, I smelt something with a tang. Like an orange. I shrugged it off, someone probably threw some peels from here after their meal was over. Someone finally came over and opened the bag for me and I picked up the discarded clothing and slid them into the bag.
“Take that back to the lab and I want you see if you...” In mid-sentence I stopped, I looked at the bag and took a deep breath in, the forensic guy hadn’t closed the bag yet, so I was still able to catch the scent. I smelt the oranges again but this time there was a hint of vanilla with it. I felt my heart beating faster and my mind was racing. “Are you ok detective?” I snapped out of my stare down with the bag holding the evidence. “Yeah sorry, I lost my train of thought. Get that back to the lab and let me know what you find out.” They nod and walk away. I take another deep breath and take my gloves off throwing them into the dumpster I just grabbed the bloodied clothes out of.
I growl with frustration and start walking away from the crime scene, I sneak under the tape and walk a couple more feet away. I cross my arms over my chest and start pacing where I am. A million thoughts are flying through my mind. Why no of all times? Why here? Who committed the crime? Was he the one who did? Was it wrong time or wrong place? Has he committed any other crimes? I stop pacing and take another deep breath in and this time there was salivating scent in the air around me. I felt the pressure in the back of my head and knew that she would want out soon. That I needed to go for a run tonight, especially now. I heard someone walking towards me and turned my head, Michael was walking towards me with a glower on his face. “What are you doing out here? Forensics are done with the body.” I nodded and walked towards him; he had a confused look on his face when I walked past him. I have no doubt why... it was the first time I haven’t come up with a witty answer.
Looking at the crime scene again, I notice that there isn’t really much to snag anyone’s attention. I kneel next to the body a few ft away trying to look at ground level. It looks like he was strangled, I couldn’t be sure if there was a scuffle since any of these footprints could be from forensics or any of the other cops who got here. I take a deep breath in, hoping that I could catch the scent of who did this. All I got was orange and Vanilla. I growled quietly under my breath and my skin rippled. I had better make this quick, I need to go out on a run. Michael came to the same conclusion I had, there wasn’t much at the crime scene, and we had to wait for forensics to give us some answers.
Thankfully for me, this meant that we could go back to the station. The car ride back, felt like a million years, my leg was restless and of course irritated the hell out of Michael. Once we parked, I basically bolted out of my car and went to my own. Michael called my name, but I ignored him. Once I got my car started, I left the parking lot and headed to my place. I had a place that wasn’t downtown and was 30 minutes from the station. It was next to large park and had lots of wooded area and thankful no one really visited except on the weekends when people wanted to go hiking or drive their ATV. The ride felt like an eternity, and I could feel my skin crawling the whole time.
Once I pulled into my driveway, leaving everything inside the car I jumped out and bolted towards the tree line. Once I was safely out of view, I let go and she took over. My body twisted and turned, hair growing from head to toe and my view has changed from high up to low to the ground. I felt myself panting as I kept running to expend all my unwanted energy. Once I came up on a small creek, I looked at myself in the water and looking back was a red wolf with brown eyes. Didn’t I mention my family history? Yeah, my family and I are werewolves, and today I smelled my mate at thecrime scene meaning I was going to have to send my mate to prison.... What a fantastic day.
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