My name is Bernard St Claude and I’m a True Alpha. I was born to protect and serve my pack. Nothing more, nothing less. And no questions asked.
I’m 26 years old. I have dark blue eyes, pasty skin, tall built and a strong body. I have moles around my face and neck. I have a big tattoo that starts on my shoulder and goes down to my left hand. And I only got it to make myself look tough because I’m not. I’m not tough. I’m not anything you would expect from a True Alpha, to be completely honest. I lack the passion, the motivation, the drive, the ambition, the energy. Being a True Alpha comes with a lot of attention, a lot of expectations and a lot of problems. And for me, it also came with an extra quirk no one else seems to have: I can see the future. My own future. And consequently, the future of those closest to me. Up until two months ago, my future was completely set in stone. I was so submitted to it, my brain stopped even sending me random visions because there was no need. I was blindly following my fate to keep everything simple. Because I’m a little bitch who’s afraid of chaos. I liked my life predictable. I liked feeling normal… but one day I woke up and I decided to rebel against myself and against fate. I realized I was miserable and boring and I was wasting my potential. So, I did something I hadn't done in years and I spent a whole day looking at the probable futures for other options. Better options. More exciting options. I wanted something reckless and chaotic all of a sudden. Something that didn't make me feel dead inside. Something that kept me rich and on my toes... so I landed here. In a human city called Rosette. Working as a drug dealer. But please, bear with me, the drug dealing was only momentary. Today, my sleazy hard work is paying off because I finally got what I came here for: a meeting with the Boss. The big man. Elio Angelou, one of the biggest drug lords in the United States, the Mafia King of the east coast. In Rosette, he is a god. Better than any Alpha. This guy doesn't have to serve his people, people serve him. And that's exactly how I want to be. I don’t want to put myself in danger for people who feel entitled to my strength, I don’t have the protective gene in me, I don’t give a shit about anyone except myself. So… in just a few minutes, I'm going to charm my way to the 'head of security' position. Then, in a few more months, I will be Elio's second in command. With that position, I'm going to have access to all the money in the fucking world. But the money isn't even the best part. This position comes with unlimited power around this parts. Very few responsibilities. Cero danger for me as a werewolf. Excess, fame, designer shit, expensive cars, the best of the best girls falling at my feet begging to suck my dick... I'm going to be living the fucking dream. Finally. And in just a couple of years, Elio is going to retire and leave the whole Angelou Empire to ME. Just to me. I'm never going to be bored or poor again, not a single day. And that’s exactly why I decided to go against my own nature. Because I’m selfish and I want the easiest money possible. Sue me… it doesn’t matter anyway, soon I will have the whole human police force in my pocket. After a quick conversation with the drug lord’s secretary, I walk to his office with a huge smile on my face because I just can't stop the excitement. And I'm so lost in my own mind that I don’t notice the guy practically running my way until he crashes into me so fucking hard, he falls back on his ass. "Ouch, what the hell?" He lets out. The first thing I notice as I look down is loud pink hair. And bare muscular arms full of random tattoos. Then he looks up with his hand outstretched as if he's waiting for me to pull him up. But I can't. All of the sudden, there’s a wild earthquake going on in my head, visions are being thrown at me left and right. Chaos, so much of it… Oh, no. My perfect future starts to shift and change right that second, solidifying into something else entirely. My wolf stands up to the front line and he takes over me for a second. And I allow him to because I'm too busy freaking out. No. No. This... this was never meant to happen. Not like this. Not ever. Not here. Not HIM. I mean, a fucking man?! With pink hair? 'This is my fated mate' my wolf says to me, with absolute certainty. No! 'YES!' He fights. All while the guy is still waiting for me to pick him up. "No, fuck this shit!" I grumble out loud, making the guy gasp in absolute disbelief, "I-I mean..." "Well, fuck you too, asshole!" He growls and shows me how much he didn't need my help because he simply gets up and stands up to me, a lot braver than any other man before. And he’s tall for a human, "Move." I move aside, not saying shit because I know exactly why he's here. I know exactly who he is. He's Eros Angelou, Elio's son. The Prince of the Angelou Empire and… as it turns out… my fated mate. A male. A human male. A pink-haired, tattooed, bad-tempered human male. What the fuck have I done? How do I change it back?! I was supposed to run away from my fate, not straight to it."I like talking to you," I say. It does nothing, he just responds to another text, "And I just saw your McLaren yesterday, we can take it for a drive if you want." He's too entranced texting, he doesn't respond. I nudge him with my foot. "Nah, don't feel like it," he finally says, starting to annoy me now. Who the fuck does he think he is to have me here begging for attention? "Look at me," I demand, putting some Alpha force into my voice. I can see him tense up and fight the need to obey me. If there's someone who could actually fight that need, it would be him, but right now he lifts his head and finally gives me those eyes, full of fire. This time it's me who's fighting against a force, the need to touch him. I swear I try, but my hand moves on his own until I'm holding his face, "You still mad at me?" "I don't give a shit about you, Saint Bernard," he responds with a harsh tone and tries to move away from me, but I don't like this behavior. I tighten my hold and keep him in
Luckily, I stashed a joint in my pocket before leaving, so I find a comfy little place and sit down to smoke and set up a date with my Dolly. So I can finally fuck her again. And then spend the rest of my life with her. "Hello my baby," she responds at the second ring. I smile and sit down against a log, close to the zoo, "How's your day?" "It was boring, but now I have great news," I say and start telling her about the Carson Crew being over and how we can find a place together in the city. "Are you joking?!" He squeals and keeps going for a few seconds, super excited. Her happiness fills my chest and that's how I know I'm in love with her, "We can live together, for real?" "For real, baby," I respond, then she starts going again. I laugh and look to the left for just one second, a shinny little thing on the floor capturing my attention, "You know more about the city, so you should start looking for places you like." I reach to grab the little thing and then I stop paying atten
Three days later, it's all done. I look at the mess I just created with a smile on my face. The warehouse the Carson Crew used as headquarters is gone, it blew up with some of them still inside. I won’t lie, it was the coolest moment of my life. "Now what?" Brody asks. He helped me out a little bit but I definitely did most of the work. And today was the first day I talked to him since the whole Mom Situation, "Don't we have to run away or something? There's people here." "Nope, it's fine if they see. Elio wants me to let it be known we did this," I say and look at the flames, "But we should go out to eat and come back once it's no longer burning, then I'll leave the mark." "Fine," Brody sighs, "I don't like this job." "Humans die all the time," I murmur and turn him around to continue walking. The nosy people who were looking at what we did run back inside their places, "And those were the bad ones anyway." "Yeah, I guess," he murmurs and we look around for a place to eat. We
"Why?! Why are you like this?!" She growls and attacks me, but she's fired up with tears in her eyes, “Why do you hate me so much?" “Are you stupid?! I hate you because you suck! You're a shit mother.” “You are a shit son! You've always been such a fucking shit," she growls, hitting me again, "I TRIED! I tried with you, but you're so fucking difficult. You have no idea what it was like trying to raise you. I was losing my life because of you.” “That's what happens when you're a mother.” “No. It was you. I saw my sisters with their sweet kids... you were not sweet. You were born bitter and angry at life and what’s even the reason? I was a good mom at first, I actually tried.” “Not good enough. I was an alpha kid, it required more effort. You were out most of the week, my father is a weak man, I raised myself. But I saw how it could've been if you actually put in more effort, if things were different, I saw the way my life could've gone. But because of you, it didn't. I stayed bitt
“It felt nice to go on that trip. I’ve wanted to be friends with Birdie for a while, I knew we would get along but I wasn’t expecting to feel so… protective of him,” she starts, then turns those angry eyes onto me, “I don’t like the way you treat him. I think you should either man-up and accept you like him or leave him alone. You’re toxic.” “Me?! I’m not toxic, he is!” I fight, but then I realize Birdie is not exactly toxic yet because we’re not together yet, “I mean, he would be toxic if we were… together. I’m just…” “Making sure you’re never together? Yeah, you’re doing a great work,” she scoffs, “He decided to go back to Dolly. And look, she’s not the worst… but I don’t like her. When they were together, Birdie obsessed over her and ignored everything else. And she loves that obsession. It’s not healthy. But when I tried to tell him you’re a better option, I actually just shut up because even though you’ve been nice to me, you’re nothing but an asshole to him, so… I think it’s b
Next day, I wait for Elio to finish having breakfast with Birdie and as soon as he gets in the truck with me, I know Birdie talked about my mom with him. He obeyed me. “Good morning, Sir,” I say, ignoring the tug of arousal in my groin because Eros did what I told him to do. “Morning,” he murmurs and puts the seatbelt on, then sighs as I drive away, “Saint, kid… I won’t beat around the bush with you, your mother is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.” Pff. She’s average at best. Definitely the ugly sister, that’s why she’s the way she is. But for human standards, I guess she is very pretty. And I’m also extremely handsome. But it’s only because they haven’t seen truly attractive people. “I'm interested in her, just to be clear. I'm not asking permission, I’m simply explaining,” he says, his voice just as neutral as always, like he doesn’t give a shit either way because he’s so self-assured, he knows my response won’t ever waver his plans. “Well, thanks for the explanat