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*Jonas* By mid-afternoon I have come to two realizations. One, Fire Moon has once again disappeared, presumably off somewhere to investigate my Old pack. And two, I am in love with Typhon Bloodclaw. Well, that isn't exactly true. To be more precise, I think I might be in love with Typhon Bloodclaw. I have a little trouble believing it myself, but there doesn’t seem to be any other explanation for the recent changes in my personality and demeanor. I am well used to my flaw of often speaking without first thinking about my words, but today I seem to be blurting out utter nonsense. Furthermore, I have completely lost my usually hearty appetite. Not to mention the fact that I keep catching myself grinning like the biggest fool. And if that isn’t enough proof, I catch myself whispering, "Jonas Bloodclaw. Jonas Bloodclaw. Jonas Bloodclaw, mate of … Oh, stop!” Even I can lose patience with myself. I am kinda happy that Cana is staying weirdly quiet. But if Typhon returns any of my feel
An Alpha for the Alpha 31: Feeling left behind
*Jonas* “I thought you weren't going to proceed in here until your ankle was better,” Typhon says, rather accusingly in my opinion. “I'm not putting the books back on the shelf yet,” I reply, “I'm just grouping them by subject. I'm not using my ankle at all, which, by the way, is nearly healed. I haven't used my cane even once today, and it hasn't hurt me at all”. I turn to Fire Moon and beam. “Oh, and it's lovely to see you again.” ‘I do like her,’ Cana says approvingly. She smiles and bows in my direction, “Always a pleasure, my dear Jonas.” Typhon scowls, “We are here for a purpose, Mr. Whitepaw.” “It never occurred to me that you weren't,” I shift my gaze back to Fire Moon, “Have you noticed he likes to call me Mr. Whitepaw or little Alpha when he is irritated with me?” “Jonas,” Typhon says, his voice clearly laced with warning. “Of course,” I add blithely, “When he is really angry he reverts to Jonas. He probably finds it too difficult to growl my full name.” My Wolf ma
An Alpha for the Alpha 32: A little naked Alpha
*Jonas* By the time I reach the edge of my packs property I change into my human form cursing myself for running off so fast that I didn’t even bring a change of clothes. ‘I am sure Typhon … and Cerberus won’t mind,’ Cana grins. I huff, ‘Well I mind, it is so hard to be taken seriously when you are naked.’ ‘Not much you can do about it now,’ My Wolf says. He is right of course, but it still annoys me, so I can’t stop myself from mumbling, ‘You could have warned me.’ ‘You were off before I got a word in,’ He points out, and as he is wrong I chose to ignore him. I creep toward the pack house, keeping myself hidden behind the tall hedges that run alongside the drive. When I reach the main house, I make a large arch around it. And as I near the storage barn I drop to all fours. I doubt that anyone is still awake, save for Fairpaws in his hut, but it seems prudent to keep my silhouette from passing by any windows, just in case. “Typhon has better appreciate this”. I whisper to my
An Alpha for the Alpha 33: A new plan
*Jonas* One moment I am crawling on all fours, and the next I am as flat as a crepe, with a large, heavy, and oddly warm weight on my back. That, however, isn't nearly so disconcerting as the cold knife pressed up against my ribs. “Don't move,” A voice growls in my ear. A familiar voice. “Typhon?” I croak. ‘Damn he is heavy,’ Cana mumbles. “Jonas?” Then he utters a word so foul I have never heard of it before, and I thought I had heard them all from my friends in my own pack. “The very one,” I reply with a gulp, “And I really couldn't move, anyway. You're rather heavy.” My wolf half purr. ‘Is it bad that I rather like the feel of him? It is like ….’ ‘Shut it,’ I cut him off, ‘I do not like it.’ He rolls off me and pierces me with a stare that is one part disbelief and minty-nine parts unadulterated fury. I find myself wishing it was the other way around. Typhon Bloodclaw is definitely not a man to cross. "I am going to kill you,” He hisses. I gulp, “Don't you want to lect
An Alpha for the Alpha 34: Jonas’ trick
*Jonas* I take them to a side door that is partially concealed by a tall English maple. Then I crouch down and put my finger to my lips, indicating that they should remain still. They both look at me with puzzlement and interest as I heave upward, slamming my shoulder into the door. They hear a latch come undone, and I swing the door open. ‘Well done,’ Cana says approvingly. ‘That will show them we are usable here.’ “Won't the grounds keeper have heard that?" Fire moon asks, looking around nervously. I shake my head. “His cottage is too far away, and as I said, he is quite deaf. I have sneaked past his cottage many times. No one has ever caught on … It was only while he went out he was a danger”. "You might have told us this before,” Typhon says. “You'd never have gotten it right. You have to hit the door just so. It took me weeks to learn,” I explain. “The pack door of the main house has the same latch, that is how I know how to work it, from sneaking back in.” Cana huffs. ‘
An Alpha for the Alpha 35: Wants and needs
*Jonas* An hour or so later I follow Typhon through the front entrance to the caves. I am tired and sore and want nothing more than to crawl into bed, but before I can dash down the hallway he takes me by the elbow and steers me into his office. Or perhaps propels would be a more accurate term. ‘Hey.’ My Wolf huffs. “Can't this wait until morning?” I ask, yawning. "No.” “I'm terribly sleepy.” No response. We had spent the better of an hour releasing the creatures. Making sure they fled into the forest safely. I still have no idea why they were kept there and I am not sure I want to know. I decide to try a different tactic. “What do you suppose happened to fire moon?” She had not come back with us. “I don't particularly care.” I blink. How odd. Then I yawn again, unable to help myself. “Is it your intention to scold me?” I ask. “Because if it is, I might as well warn you that I'm really not up to it, and ...” ‘I will be happy to bite him,’ Cana mumbles. ‘Maybe in the ass
An Alpha for the Alpha 36: Left almost alone
*Jonas* It is my fiercest desire to avoid Typhon for the next fifteen years, but as luck will have it, I quite literally bump into him the following morning. Unfortunately for the sake of my dignity, this ‘bump’ involves me spilling about a half-dozen rather thick books onto the floor, several of which hit Typhon's legs and feet on the way down. He howls in pain, and I want nothing more than to howl in embarrassment, but instead I just mumble my apologies and drop to the carpet so that I can gather my books. At least that way he won’t see the bright blush that is staining my cheeks. ‘We can’t avoid him forever,’ Cana points out. ‘I can try,’ I mumble in return. “I thought you were limiting your redecorating endeavors to the library.” He says. “What the devil are you doing with those books out here in the hall ?” I look straight up into his clear hazel eyes. Drat. If I had to see him this morning, why did I have to be on my hands and knees ? “I'm not redecorating.” I say in my ha
An Alpha for the Alpha 39: Hiding
*Jonas* “Fine ! Do you want to know why I am upset? Fine. I'll tell you.” I swallow, summoning courage I do not feel. “Did you happen to notice that you compared me to the plague?” Cana huffs, ‘That wasn’t nice.’ “Oh, for the love of…” He bites his lip, presumably to keep himself from cursing in my presence, or maybe from laughing. Not, I think caustically, that that has ever stopped him before. “You must know.” He says. “That I did not mean that literally”. "It still hurts my feelings." I mumble. He stares at me intently. “I will allow that that wasn't the nicest comment I have ever made, and I do apologize for it, but I know you well enough to know that that alone wouldn't make you cry.” “I wasn't crying.” I say, quite automatically. “Almost cry then.” He corrects. “And I would like you to tell me the full story.” “Oh very well. My father used to call me pestilence and plague all the time. It was his very favorite insult.” “You mentioned that. And I will take that as yet
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