Intro { Saint }

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.