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An Alpha for the Alpha 19: Two dusins
*Typhon* I had gone to bed in a bad mood and I woke up this morning feeling even worse. This thing … keeping that annoying little Alpha as a hostage, if I have to be honest about it ... has turned into a fiasco. A nightmare. A walking disaster that plays tricks on my mind. He is a constant temptation, and an aching reminder of all that had been stolen from me. Cheerful, innocent, and optimistic, he is everything that has been missing from my heart for so very long. Since I was rejected by my mate and kicked out of my pack. The entire bloody situation seems to prove the existence of a higher power … one whose sole purpose is to drive me absolutely and irrevocably insane. I stomp out of my bedroom, my expression black. “Ever cheerful, I see.” I look up to see Fire Moon standing at the end of the hall. “Do you lurk in dark corners, just waiting to bedevil me?" I growl. She laughs, “I have far more important people to bedevil than you. I was just on my way down to get breakfast.
An Alpha for the Alpha 20: Typhon’s story
*Fire moon* “I wouldn't have said that if I was you,” I comment from a safe distance, my wolf just following the spectacle with curiosity Jonas sticks the end of his shovel in the dirt and leans on it as he speaks to Typhon, “Once you hear my explanation, I'm sure you will understand." “I understand nothing !” The big man huffs. “Yes,'' Jonas sighs, “Men like you usually don't.” Typhon starts looking around the garden, his head whipping frantically from side to side as he tries to assess the damage, “I'm going to have to get someone to redo everything and repair what you have done. Good God, kid, you are going to cost me a bloody fortune and we will lack the vegetables." “Don't be silly," Jonas courageously replies, “These holes will all be filled up by evening. I'm merely moving those plants here into the sun. They will do much better there. Except for those over here, of course,” He adds, pointing to the ones planted right next to the rocks, “Those thrive in the shade.” “I
An Alpha for the Alpha 21: A New task
*Jonas* By the end of the day, I have the garden looking the way I think a garden ought. Fire Moon seems to agree with me, complimenting me on my excellent sense of landscape design and knowledge of the different vegetables. Telling me that they really needed someone with knowledge of things like that. Typhon, on the other hand, can’t be prodded into uttering even the most grudging words of praise. In fact, the only noise he makes at all is a rather strangled groan that sounds a bit like: “My tomatoes." "Your tomatoes had gone wild,” I return, thoroughly exasperated with this man. Seriously why can’t he just be grateful. “I liked them wild,” He shoots back, making a face like I have insulted him personally. And that is that. But then he surprises me by having gotten me some New clothes, as I have been wearing the same set since I came here, and now after gardening, well it is both sweaty and dirty. But he brings me a pair of jeans, shorts, a t-shirt and a hoodie, along with under
An Alpha for the Alpha 22: Luxury breakfast
*Typhon* When I come down for breakfast in the morning I find a feast the likes of which I have not seen since being kicked out of my pack. My morning meal usually consists of a platter of fried eggs, a slice or two of ham, and some cold toast. Those items are all in evidence, but they are accompanied by roast beef, fresh fruit and a variety of pastries and tarts that boggles the mind. Hunter has clearly found new culinary inspiration, and I have no doubt that his name is Jonas Whitepaw. ‘He better not have eyes for our … Jonas,’ Cerberus growls. ‘Eyes for?’ I ask, ‘Also he is not our … Jonas. Also Hunter is straight.’ ‘So is his wolf … His female wolf,’ Cerberus reminds me. I resolve not to let myself grow irritated at the way our cook is clearly playing favorites and instead decide simply to fill my plate and enjoy the bounty. I am munching on the most delicious strawberry tart when Fire Moon strolls into the room. “Good morning to you,” She says, "Where is Jonas?” “Damned i
An Alpha for the Alpha 23: Not his nurse
*Typhon* I don’t reply. I have no wish to discuss my life or what is handy with him. Some younger guys tend to find the idea of a rogue King dashing and glamorous, and I know that the truth is anything but. There is nothing dashing or glamorous about fighting for your existence, or the right to be yourself. Jonas finally breaks the long silence, “I'm sure you can let go of me now.” ‘No let's hold him a little longer,’ Cerberus purrs, ‘Maybe kiss him a little.’ “Can you walk?” I ask softly, as I let him go. He huffs, “Of course I ... Ow !” He has barely taken a step before he howls in pain again. I immediately sweep him into my arms and say. “I will carry you to the common room.” “But my books!" He protests. “I believe they are my books,” I say with a small smile, “And I'll have one of the guys come and put them back.” He shakes his head in denial, “No, no, please don't do that. I'll put them back myself.” “If you'll pardon my saying so, Little Alpha, you cannot even walk.
An Alpha for the Alpha 24: The boldest omega
*Typhon* Freshly cut flowers are strewn on the floor, a vase is overturned but thankfully not broken, and a wet stain is seeping into some papers that should be on the desk, but now are on the floor. “I just wanted to smell them,” Jonas says from his position on the floor. “You were supposed to stay still!” I yell. He looks sheepish, "Well, I know that but …." “No buts!” I roar, checking to see that his ankle isn't twisted in some hideous fashion. “There is no need to shout,” He huffs. ‘Yeah, really no need to shout,’ Cerberus agrees. “I'LL SHOUT IF I …, ” I stop, clear my throat, and continue in a more normal tone, “I will shout if I damned well please, and I will speak like this if I damned well please. And if I want to whisper .…” He pouts, “I'm sure I understand your meaning.” “May I remind you that this is my home, and I can do anything I want?” I point out. Cerberus is instantly there, ‘What about what I want?’ “You don't need to remind me,” He says agreeably. His
An Alpha for the Alpha 25: The night sky
*Jonas* “I had no idea you could be so agreeable,” I say in a wry voice. Cana makes a low humming sound, ‘He is kinda cute when agreeable.’ “Don't push me, Little Alpha. In case you hadn't noticed, my temper is hanging by a very fine thread,” Typhon huffs. “Oh, I noticed,” I huff back. Typhon stares at me in disbelief, “It's a wonder someone hasn't killed you before now.” ‘Okay that was not cute,’ Cana huffs. He strides across the hall, I am clutching his shoulders, and into another room. No sign of the tea service. "Hunter!” Typhon bellows. “Oh,Typhon!” The disembodied voice of the other man sounds. “Where is he?” I can not help asking, twisting my head to look behind me. “The Goddess only knows,” Typhon mutters, then yells, “Where the devil … Oh, there you are, Hunter.” “You do creep up on a soul,” I say with a smile. “It's one of my most useful talents,” Hunter replies from the doorway, “I took the liberty of moving the tea service to the next room … the couch is bett
An Alpha for the Alpha 26: A bad choice
*Jonas* The next morning I am awakened by Hunter knocking on my door, then unlocking it. For some reason Typhon still insists on keeping it locked at night, claiming it is for my own sake. “Morning Jonas,” Hunter says, as he enters the room with a tray. I look at the food, “You didn’t need to do that, I could have come down to eat.” ‘Yum food,’ Cana says, ‘It smells good.’ “Cerberus told me to bring it to you. He also told me to tell you that he and Fire Moon are out this morning and you should stay here in the room … for your own safety,” He tells me. “What does he mean by that?” I ask him. Cana hums, ‘Our man is protective, it’s sweet.’ ‘He is not our man’ I point out. He glances at the door, like he is worried someone, probably Typhon, will hear him, “Some of the guys are a bit … rough. And they might not be big fans of you since you represent those who have mistreated them all their life.” “But ….” I start. “I gotta go, many things to do,” He quickly backs towards the d
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