What’s better than friendship and laughter? Going on a life changing journey with those friends. Baylor is a 15 year old human boy who was orphaned at 2 when he was the only survivor of a car crash. U.S. authorities couldn’t find any relatives in Ireland to send Baylor home to, so they placed him in the Monroeville orphanage in Boston, Massachusetts. He and his two best friends escaped the orphanage and ran to Silverthorne, Colorado. When he turns 16, Baylor starts hearing a ‘voice’ in his head. Believing that the marajuana he smoked the night before his birthday had been laced with something extra, he tells no one. Then a stranger from his homeland shows up and asks if the voice has told him its name yet. That’s when Baylor’s life gets turned upside down. He’s told he is the missing Alpha Heir of a scattered werewolf pack in Ireland and he needs to come home to take his birthright to reunite the pack. His two best friends are skeptical, but they have always stuck together. Will Baylor and his friends believe and follow this man back to Ireland? Can he reunite the pack and defeat the King of Rogues who sent the pack into hiding? Will there be a little love along the way? Time will tell if Baylor can become the answer to the pack problems and be the Alpha he was born to be.
Lihat lebih banyakBaylor POV
“Come on Baylor, those dishes aren’t going to do themselves” Kenneth shouted from the grill area. I can tell you, I fucking loathe doing dishes. But I digress, when you’re 15 and not technically of legal age to work, eleven dollars an hour doing dishes isn’t the worst I could be doing. “Listen big guy, I am going as fast as I can, it’s Mother’s Day and this dive is packed” I shouted back. Kenneth is my best friend and has been as far back as I can remember. We lived in Monroeville together and managed to escape from there two years ago and have never looked back. Monroeville is an orphanage in Boston that I had lived in since I was two when my parents died in a car crash. Apparently when they died and United States authorities tried to contact any relatives back in Ireland, there was no record of Connor or Sophie Dunne ever existing. Well, I exist so that means they did too.
Anyway, once we escaped Monroeville, we set out across the U.S. and landed in Silverthorne, Colorado. We live in a one room apartment above Owen’s garage. Owen, he’s ok, and he believes that we are twenty. Not hard to imagine since we range from five foot eleven inches tall to six foot nine and are built like a bunch of linebackers. That and the identification that each of us possess states as much. We work in this little mom and pop restaurant called Running Cool. Apparently it was a nod to the owner's favorite movie to watch with her kids when they were growing up and just catchy enough to work in the foothills of a ski town.
“You boys really shouldn’t be shouting back here, you’re gonna scare the customers” Bessie said, when she opened the door between the kitchen and dining areas. “Sorry Bessie, we’ll tone it down” I replied. “Just remember if there are no customers, I will put the lot of you out on your ears, Baylor Dunne.” I just rolled my eyes and called her a few choice names, in my head of course. Bessie can really be an annoying and nasty old C U Next Tuesday.
At the end of shift, the guys and I headed back to our place. “Mitchum, it’s your turn to cook tonight” I said. “Come on Bay, I spent two hours plunging a toilet that some asshole decided to flush a condom down.” I chuckled, because that’s just nasty. “So what you’re saying is we aren’t having fried clams tonight, right?” I chided. “Come on guys, you fight about dinner every night” Kenneth groaned. Kenneth can burn water, and when it is his turn to cook, we have pizza or burgers from a fast food chain. “Up yours, Kenneth. You can’t even cook, so don’t go there” Mitchum replied. “Funny, since I man the grill at work,” Kenneth replied. “That isn’t really cooking,” Mitchum taunted. At this point, I just get up and start boiling water, I am not going to argue with these nit-wits all night and not eat. I get out a bag of cheese tortellini, the bowl of leftover chicken, and a jar of garlic alfredo sauce.
While we ate, we started the same conversation we always do this time of year. “So Bay, what do you want this year for your birthday dude?” Kenneth asks every year and every year I answer the same thing. “I want to go to Ireland, I want to figure out where I came from.” Mitchum was actually quiet for a moment, then said, “No, really we want to know something we can realistically get you for your birthday this year.” Then he lowers his voice to whisper, “Sixteen is a big deal.” I know sixteen is big in the life of a normal teenager, but my life has been anything but normal. “I don’t know dude, it isn’t like we aren’t all working Friday anyway. So I guess it really doesn’t matter” I say. “So we’ll celebrate on Thursday,” Kenneth replied. I don’t really care either way, I will make it to Ireland one day. I just need to save enough money and go. I want answers, how did my parents ‘never exist’?
Thursday nobody even woke before noon, but that was normal for a day that we all had off. I went to grab a shower and when I came out I noticed that Mitchum and Kenneth had taken off. Wondering where they had taken off to, I picked up my phone to text our group chat.
Me: Hey, where did you buttheads go?
Kenneth: Chill buttmunch, we are right around the corner, be there in less than five.
Mitchum: (middle finger emoji)
Me: Mitchum, you wish dude. You aren’t my type, cocksucker!
Mitchum: Don’t call me a cocksucker, or I am keeping your gift for myself!
Oh, that’s where they went. When they came through the door they had a balloon in the shape of a penis and a cake that said ‘Happy Birthday Dickweed’. I can smell salmon and garlic too, which means the guys picked up dinner as well. “You guys really didn’t have to do anything, but thank you” I said. Kenneth handed me an envelope, “Happy Birthday Dude, it isn’t Ireland, but it can help you take a trip” then he laughed. Inside the envelope were a couple of joints, so we toked. We had a good buzz going when Mitchum laughed and said, “Let’s have some cake.” I looked at him and said, “But there isn’t a candle.” “I thought you would say that,” he replied. Then he stuck a boob shaped candle that had a wick coming out of each nipple on the cake and said “I figured you wouldn’t turn down a pair of tits for your birthday.” I closed my eyes, made a wish, and blew out the candle.
The next morning I woke up with a fuzzy head and thought that maybe the joints we had last night could’ve been laced with something. “No dummy, the first day you get your wolf everyone has a brief moment of feeling fuzzy before everything clicks into place.” “Who the fuck said that?” Kenneth and Mitchum both stare at me like I have grown an extra head, and in unison said “Noone said anything dude.” Kenneth adds, “Are you feeling ok?”
“They can’t hear me dummy, only you can. I am your wolf,” I hear in my head. “Yeah, I am fine. Must have been a little something extra in one of those Js last night.” “Ok dummy, you tell them whatever, but I am not just a voice in your head. I am your wolf Shammus.” Fucking Great! Now I can add being a raving lunatic to the list of things that are wrong with my life. “You are not a lunatic, you are Baylor Alan Dunne, I am your wolf spirit Shammus and you are a werewolf!” Oh that’s perfect, my mental hallucination thinks I am some sort of fantasy movie bullshit!
I can’t even believe this is happening to me, I swear I will never touch weed again as long as I live. One toke too many and I’m in mental illness city. Can I tell my best friends that I am hearing a voice in my head that says I am a werewolf? Yeah, I don’t think so. They may have been my best friends since forever, but they will definitely ditch me if I tell them this shit.
Baylor POV six months later “Would you quit staring at her already? I am sure that even the Queen of the Weebles is gonna kick your ass, if you don’t quit staring at her Kenneth,” I teased trying to push Kenneth out the front door of the packhouse. “Kenneth is P.W.’ed bad,” Mitchum taunted. “P. W.” Marlon and Connie parroted from their play pen. “I'm sure I don’t want to know what that means. And I definitely don’t want the pups repeating it,” Siobhan growled as she came into the common room. “What? You didn’t yell at Baylor for saying A S S, but I say P.W.’ed and I’m in trouble,” Mitchum sulked. “They didn’t repeat after their Alpha. They repeated after their Uncle Mitchum,” Siobhan scolded as she gave the pups each a carrot stick. “I was just saying that Beta Kenneth is Phoebe Whipped. Geesh, accidentally teach the pups the F Bomb and I am in the dog house for life,” Mitchum whined. “Come on dude. We all know what the real meaning is and no, Siobhan doesn’t want to know
Baylor POV It shook me to my core when I learned that most wolves don’t survive when they lose their mate. I had given up on the battlefield and if it hadn’t been for Uncle Mike and Phoebe, Delania would most likely have died as well. That would have been another person who had died for me senselessly. So I have increased my training so that hopefully I am never in that position again. As for Alpha Colin himself, he has moved to the city to live above The Howling Shamrock Dublin and will continue to manage my finances until I am of age to do so myself. He said that even with the bond severed it was difficult to face pack life. His son came once he received the message we had sent to him through Agatha. He asked that we wake him and give him the choice of surviving or following after Luna Freya in death. He chose to live and it took half of the Crone’s coven to completely sever the bond and remove Luna Freya’s mark. These were some of the most powerful witches in Ireland and it prov
Baylor POV Once Delania and I had made it up to our room, I unceremoniously fell face first into bed. I may have been out for a day and a half, but I was completely exhausted and sleep claimed me quickly. When I woke up it was an entirely different story. I felt completely energized and ready to face my day. It might have had something to do with the woman riding my cock as I woke. “Well good morning to you too, beautiful,” I said, reaching up and pulling Delania down for her lips to press against mine. When our lips parted her eyes were full of mischief and she said, “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” I squeezed her ass and replied, “Feel free to wake me like this anytime. Though that would remove the foreplay, I rather enjoy that part too.” She rose up and began riding at a quick pace and I grabbed her hips to meet her thrust for thrust. “Maybe next time then,” she said with a breathy moan. Watching her enjoy herself, lost in pleasure, stirred something inside me and I rolled to swi
Baylor POV The darkness didn’t last long and almost instantly there was a cacophony of sound. I heard Delania breathing next to me before the shouting began and the packhouse door slammed open. It took a few moments more before my eyes opened and I could see that I was in the medical room and I could hear every vile thing that Marissa, the fucking cunt, was screaming at my mate. By the time everything was completely focused, I heard Delania very calmly telling Marissa to leave and that she was unwelcome here. That bitch was less than unwelcome, she was already dead and didn’t know it yet. Pain screamed through my body as I sat up and tried to swing my legs off of the bed. I heard Marissa say, “I’m not going anywhere. Your mate killed mine and I am gonna kill him while you watch.” The anger that surged through me was greater than the pain and I instantly knew how I was going to kill Marissa. ‘Shammus?’ ‘Welcome back dummy.’ ‘Not the time, Shammus. I don’t think my human body is re
Delania POV Baylor had been out for well over twenty four hours and I was beginning to worry about how badly his internal injuries may have been. I have only left his side for that initial shower and then to empty my bladder after that. After a few hours I had licked all of the wounds that I could, knowing that the saliva of your mate could aid in the healing process. I could see improvements, so that gave me some hope. Sirona had come in a few hours ago and said that she was going to get Baylor more cleaned up now that he had begun to heal more. I asked if his vitals were stable and once she confirmed that they were, I asked her to please set up what was needed for his bath and I would do it. It wasn’t a jealous mate thing, it was me not wanting to leave and let someone provide care that I could provide myself. “This soap is an antibacterial, so it won’t hurt the wounds that are not completely healed. But make sure you rinse it well so that the Alpha doesn’t get a rash from the res
Baylor POV Wow, this place is positively beautiful! The skies are so blue and the grass and trees are so green they don’t hardly seem real. Looking out at the crystal waters it almost takes my breath away. It’s so peaceful, but a little lonely. “You’re not alone dummy, I’m right here with you,” I hear a familiar voice say. The odd part is this is a voice I normally hear only in my head. I turn my head to the side and see my wolf Shammus sitting next to me. “Shammus, how come I can see you? Why are you out of my head?” I questioned the odd occurrence. “We’re in the healing space. It is the only time other than death where we will ever be two instead of one,” Shammus explained as if this was an obvious answer. But it isn’t really that obvious to me, why would we need to be in the healing space. “I don’t understand, Shammus. Why are we here? You said we aren’t dead, can you please explain this to me?” I truly was confused by the situation and I wanted answers. “The battle finally ca
Delania POV Looking at Baylor laying in this bed it reminds me of how young he really is. If he were human he wouldn’t even be old enough to fight in a war for his country. But he isn’t human and he is the Alpha of Skatom Mochain who fought until he couldn’t for his pack. I brushed his hair off of his face and bent to place a soft kiss on his forehead. “Come back to me baby. Our pack needs you, I need you. Uncle Mike is here and he needs you too. Wake up baby, I love you,” I told him, holding his hand in mine. I couldn’t hold back anymore as the tears streamed down my face. This man with a defined sense of right and wrong, who stood for equality and justice was laying here broken. I remember Baylor telling me that it had been his dream to come to Ireland and find his family for as long as he could remember. He had made it and gotten a much larger family than he could have possibly dreamed of. He worked diligently to learn and be the best for his family. That’s what we all were, th
Delania POV I knew the moment Baylor went down, I felt it through the mate bond. I was stunned for a moment before I began running full force towards the area where the worst of the fighting had been. As I was running past the training grounds my heart almost stopped when I saw Ichor carrying Baylor in his arms. “Is he?” I cried out. I couldn’t say anything more, it felt like I couldn’t even breathe. “He’s alive but he’s badly injured. He kept fighting long after he should have been down. He has a strong will to survive,” Ichor answered. “We need to get him to the medical room,” I said. “That’s where I am taking him, Luna. Are your healers already there?” Ichor asked calmly. “I can’t remember. I can’t remember who our healers… Wait, Sirona, I’ll call Sirona,” I stuttered my mind going in a million directions. “Good, you call for Sirona. She’ll take care of your Alpha,” Ichor said slowly. ‘Sirona, please come to the packhouse right away! The Alpha is hurt badly and is unconsciou
Baylor POV Over the next several days everyone in the pack fell into a normal routine. All pack members from age fourteen to well past fifty did some level of training, pups as young as eight were learning but their training was very mild in comparison to those who may possibly face a fight. We had a dedicated team of pack members who were working on the housing project. There were currently ten homes under construction, which meant families would start being able to have privacy. I had pack members approach me requesting permission to start building a grocery store, a coffee shop, and two restaurants. We were slowly finally on the road to rebuilding. I fell into a routine as well. I would wake two hours before the training for the elite team of warriors began so that I could do a perimeter check and look for deficiencies in the border patrol. After elite training I would oversee the various projects going on around the pack and join in on other training sessions when I could. In th
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