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It has been six months since the new unit moved into our building, but we have only seen glimpses of them. According to one of my team’s Captains, they only saw a member once, on the day they took their oath.
Reece described her as tiny at the height of 5″5 with black hair falling down her back and ocean blue eyes, but they didn’t get her name.
Apparently, Reece’s team had been too stunned to answer, and by the time they came to their senses, she had been gone.
I had seen them walking out of the dining room that morning, but I had quickly glanced at them before I turned my attention back to the assignments I had in my hand.
Kaia and Marina pointed out after a week that they hadn’t shown up in the main dining room again, and it took us another week to figure out that they use the kitchen on the top floor for their meals.
“Anyone seen Commander Morgan or his unit?” Tristan asks, and I chuckle as he sits down in an armchair next to me.
My entire unit is curious about this guy and his unit, but we know as much today as we did the day they moved in, and that is absolutely nothing. It will take at least six more months before I meet Commander Morgan once a week for our meeting with the King, and I wonder if he is as stuck-up as some other Commanders.
Unlike me, every other Commander is the second or third Son of an Alpha, making them think they are the best the world has to offer. This is the highest they will ever get, because they won’t be able to take over from their Fathers, unless their older siblings die.
I have a different future ahead of me, a future only my unit knows about, and I know they will keep it a secret from everyone.
Once our Crown Prince has found his mate, I will take over my Father’s position as Royal Gamma, and I hope I will have found my Mate by then as well. My team within my unit will also retire when that day arrives.
They are the future Deltas of the Kingdom, and we took this opportunity to learn to work together even better. I earned my spot as Commander during our try-out weeks. The King made sure that the Elders didn’t know who we were, and when they were informed afterwards, they were nicely surprised.
Having the best unit also gives me a few privileges the others don’t have; my team and I often accompany the King, and I enjoy spending time with my friends.
Tomorrow, we will escort the King for a whole week, while he visits three Packs, and with no one knowing that I am the future Royal Gamma, I see and hear a lot more within those Packs.
Morgan’s p.o.v.
The past year flew by with all the studying and training we did, and we all graduated three weeks early, so right now we are enjoying four days off. Starting Monday, we will be a fully operational unit for the King, and we can get sent on assignment immediately.
I will also have my first weekly meeting with the other Commanders and the King, but with the comments we have been hearing from the other unit members, I am not as nervous as I probably should be. I actually look forward to seeing their faces when I walk into the meeting room.
After discussing it with my unit, we decided to use our meals on the top floor of our wing, where there is an amazing kitchen, and each of us can cook.
We enjoy our time off together, talking about our homework or training, and making sure we are all on schedule. This resulted in all of us graduating together.
I hear it the moment she comes stomping up the stairs, someone pissed off Moura, and I know it takes a lot for her to get pissed off. She is my most level-headed Captain, and even if she gets angry, it doesn’t show, but this time, everyone can tell the moment she walks into the living room.
She shoves the box she is holding into Waylen’s arm and makes a beeline for Beck. He opens his arms to calm her and her Wolf down. Beck turned eighteen three months ago, and on the first Full Moon after that, he found out that Moura is his fated mate.
He was unable to keep his Wolf from making it known. I informed Elder Emmett, and he had a good, long talk with the three of us.
Until Moura turns eighteen, he can’t sleep in the same room, but in situations like this, he is allowed to calm her down, and I allow them to sit together as long as we are in our own wing.
He holds her in his arms as he talks to her, and in between her cussing and swearing, I hear what happened, nearly making Beck lose control of his Wolf.
“Beck, I will deal with this on Monday. I just want to know if this is the first time a Commander tried this.” I say as I look at every female member of my unit, but it looks like this is the first time, and I am glad that Moura can tell me the name of the Commander.
“No one leaves the wing on their own for the time being, and if a Commander or Captain ever tries something like this again, I want to know about it,” I growl, and I know everyone will look out for the other to make sure this never happens again.
