Jonas Whitepaw has always felt a little different, and he has accepted people commenting on his size and teasingly calling him a pretty boy. For despite being a future Alpha, he isn’t big or burly. Luckily for him, his handsome face and charms more than make up for his lack of size, at least with the ladies. Without really being prepared, he is thrown into the job as Alpha when his father is killed by the feared rogue king Typhon Bloodclaw, also known as Cerberus. Pushed by the pack and especially the Beta, Jonas decides to go and negotiate alone with the rogues when they abduct 4 Young girls, one of them Jonas' baby sister. To his surprise, the rogue King is willing to let the girls go on one condition: Jonas takes their place. What does the rogue King want with Jonas? Will he abuse him like the young Alpha fears? And what is the weird feeling Jonas gets when he is near Typhon? He can’t be attracted to a man, or can he?
View More*Jonas*
I slow from a run to a walk in a part of the woods, which is eerily silent, even for my wolf Cana’s ears.
Fear knots up my stomach as I shift into my human form at the edge of the forest, breathing in the scent of pine, earth, the nearby river, and something else, something feral and dangerous.
I open the backpack, which my wolf Cana has carried in his mouth, and pull out the simple clothes inside … sweatpants and a t-shirt. I really have no desire to do this naked, but I am not exactly going to a party here either.
‘No, we are going to certain death.’ Cana whimpers inside my head.
“No, we are going to save Kara and the other girls''. I mumble.
My wolf huffs so loud I almost feel the spray from his nose on the inside of my skull. ‘Sure … Typhon Bloodclaw, the king of rogues, is just gonna hand over his war prisoners … Young women they have probably already …’.
“Shut it, Cana,” I mumble. “I have to try; it’s my responsibility.”
‘As I said … certain death … but first pain, so much pain … I have heard he …’.
I feel like hitting my head to shut him up. “Hush, let me focus.”
Walking up the rocky slope, I stop at the entrance where two prominent men that look scarily alike are eyeing me. “What do you want ?”
“I am here to see the … King”. I say with every ounce of dignity I can manage, straightening my back to stand taller.
“And who says the King wants to see you, pretty boy ?” One of them grins.
I breathe in and look him in the eyes. “I am Jonas Whitepaw, alpha of the coral lake pack … I think he will want to see me”.
The men let their eyes run over me in a way I have to admit I don’t like. It makes me squirm inwardly, but I refuse to let them see what I feel.
“What do you say, Donahue? Have you ever seen an alpha this tiny and pretty”? One man says to the other.
“I sure haven’t, Donovan.” The other one grins. “Bloodclaw will like him.”
I swallow my pride, knowing that with my 5’6, I am indeed not very tall for an alpha; it’s not like it’s the first time I hear it. “So we agree that I am going inside ?”
One of them, Donahue, I think, bows to me mockingly. “You can go in.”
“But watch out for the big bad wolves''. Donovan says with a dirty grin. “Some of them eat pretty boys like you for breakfast.”
‘Did you hear them?’ Cana mumbles in my head. ‘They will eat us for breakfast.
I ignore him as I walk through the entrance, letting my senses guide me. If I were a king … I huff and roll my eyes, ‘King !’ Seriously? But if I was a disillusioned rogue thinking myself a king, where would I be?
I meet a few other rogues walking through the caves, but they merely eye me suspiciously, and I ignore them too. It is safe to say they are a colorful bunch.
Then a scent hits me. It is hard to describe- wild, warm, fresh, and somewhat woodsy like apples roasted over an open fire built with logs off applewood. But there is a spicy undertone I can’t place.
Instinctively I follow the scent; it entices me, making Cana whimper softly and thankfully shut up with his predictions.
As I turn a corner, I walk into an open room and stop in my tracks. On what looks like a throne is a tall, muscular man. At his feet is one of the young women I have come to save. She looks unharmed, almost happy. I suddenly get why they call him king.
“Don’t be shy little Alpha; come on in.” He laughs. His voice is deep and warm, like an exquisite cognac. “You are brave to come here alone.”
“I am here to negotiate.” I walk forward slowly, holding my head high and looking straight into his gaze. His eyes are hazel, and seem amused.
He reaches to pet the girl gently on the hair. “Negotiate … please go on … about and what do you offer in return ?”
Taking a deep breath, I explain. I keep my words respectful; after all, I am on his grounds here. But I let my alpha voice shine through to let him know I stand firm and I am a true alpha.
He scratches his chin and looks at the girl like he considers what she is worth. Then a sly smile spreads on his full lips. “I will give you the women.”
“You will ?” I might be surprised.
“On one condition, of course.”
‘Be careful.’ Cana warms.
I breathe in. “Of course, If it is in my power, I will give you whatever you want.”
“You !”
“What ?” I swallow.
The smirk now spreading holds a lot of promises. “I will let them go if you take their place.”
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*Typhon* My first thought upon hearing the shot is that my life is over. My second thought is exactly the same, although not for the same reasons. As soon as I realize that I’m not dead, and that Fire Moon has managed to bring down the villain who’d been attempting to shoot me with a well-placed blow to the head, it occurs to me that the shot I’d heard was not nearly loud enough to have been fired up on the cliff. It came from down on the beach, and that can mean only one thing. Jonas is dead. And my life is over. I slip down to my knees, and for a moment I’m completely limp, unable to move. Out of the corner of my eye, I see one of Connor’s men charge toward me, and it’s only at the last moment I regain enough presence of mind to whirl around and hit the man in the stomach. He goes down with a grunt of pain, and I jump up to stand over him, my mind still ringing with the sound of the gunshot on the beach. Dear Goddess, I did not tell him often enough that I love him.
*Jonas* Once on the beach, I realize that the channel waters are not as calm as I thought… and it isn't the wind that provides the turbulence. A small boat I recognize as Connor's is moored close to shore, and the soft crunch of sand under my feet soon proves that we are not alone on the beach. "Where the bloody hell have you been?" I whirl around and blink in surprise. The voice sounds as if it belongs to a large, burly sort of fellow, but the man who has just stepped into a shaft of moonlight is slender and disturbingly elegant. Cana is crowning in my head. Connor jerks his head toward the boat and begins wading out into the water, dragging me along with him. "I was unavoidably detained." The other man peruses me rudely. "He's quite fetching, but hardly unavoidable." "Not so fetching," Connor says derisively, "but quite married to a rogue who has been annoying me, he works for getting him here so I can finish him off." I gasp and stumble to my knees, soaking my pants. I stag
*Jonas* I squint at the horizon, but in the dark haze of night I can see nothing. This doesn’t surprise me. Typhon and Fire Moon would never be so stupid as to use a lantern. They’re probably hidden behind a rock or shrub, using the faint moonlight to spy on the activities on the shore below. "I don’t see anything," I say to Connor. "You must be mistaken." "Really think I’m an idiot, don’t you?" he replies, his tone sharp. I ponder that. "No, not an idiot. Many other things, but not an idiot." Cana shifts inside me, her bright eyes glinting with mischief. ‘You know what they say about idiots, right? They often have a gun pointed at their backs.’ I feel myself suppressing a smile. ‘Thanks for the encouragement, Cana.’ ‘Anytime, Jonas. But honestly, if this idiot thinks he can push us around, he’s got another thing coming.’ "Your husband," Connor says, pointing ahead, "is hiding among those trees." "Perhaps we ought to alert him to our presence?" I ask hopefully, my heart raci
*Typhon* Something’s wrong. I feel it in my bones. "Where is he?" I hiss, the urgency gnawing at my gut like a ravenous wolf. Fire Moon shakes her head, her usually sharp gaze now clouded with concern. She pulls out her pocket watch, the ticking sound echoing in the tense silence. "I don’t know. The boat arrived an hour ago. Connor should have been here to meet them." I curse under my breath, frustration bubbling up like a storm at sea. "Jonas told me that Connor is always punctual." "Could he know that he knows we are on to him?" she suggests, her voice a whisper edged with disbelief. "Impossible." I lift my telescope to my eye, focusing on the beach. A small boat has dropped anchor about twenty yards out to sea. There isn’t much of a crew… so far, we’ve only spotted two men on deck. One of them clutches a pocket watch, checking it at frequent intervals. Cerberus, lurking in the shadows of my mind, growls low, a rumbling sound that vibrates through me. ‘You’re letting this
*Jonas* The following evening is the worst I’ve ever known. Typhon and Fire Moon left shortly after dinner, before the sky even darkened. They claimed they needed to assess the lay of the land. Figure out where Connor snuggles in magical creatures from. When I protested that someone would notice them, they just laughed. Typhon is known and feared throughout the area. Why wouldn’t he be out and about with one of his cronies? They even planned to stop at a local pub for a pint to further the ruse that they were merely a pair of carousing rogues. I have to admit, their reasoning makes sense, but I can’t shake the serpentine shiver of fear crawling in my belly. I know I should trust Typhon and Fire Moon; after all, they’ve been Living like this for years. Surely they know what they’re doing. But something feels wrong. It’s just a pesky feeling that won’t go away. I have few memories of my mother, save for our stargazing outings, but I remember her laughing once with my father and sayi
*Typhon* Later that evening, I sit in the dark of my study, staring out the window, lost in thought. I can feel the weight of the world pressing down on me, but it’s not just the usual burdens. It’s the knowledge that Jonas said he loved me. An awesome responsibility, indeed. Deep down, I’ve always known he cared for me. But it’s been ages since I even considered the concept of love. I honestly didn’t think I’d recognize it when it finally showed its face. But here I am, wrestling with the truth of Jonas’s feelings, and it’s real. “Typhon?” I look up, my heart pounding just a little. Jonas stands in the doorway, hand raised, ready to knock again on the door jamb. “Why are you sitting here in the dark?” he asks, and I can see the concern flickering in his eyes. “Just thinking,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. “Oh.” He hesitates, a million questions swimming in his gaze, but instead, he smiles hesitantly. “Would you like me to light a candle?” I shake my head, slowl
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