Three weeks earlier
*Jonas*
I slowly open my eyes as the warm light shines through the window. And like every morning, my first thought is, so this is it, this is what it's like being the future alpha. I stretch and yawn as I sit up in the giant bed. It is made from the finest oak wood and draped in blue silk.
The room is big and lavish. There is nothing I really want for. Yup, life is pretty sweet.
"Don't go, Jonas.” A soft sleepy voice sounds from my left side, and a slim hand slides up my chest as the cute brunette leans over, tangling her legs with mine. "Stay a little longer."
What was her name again ? She is one of the girls from the pack, an omega, who normally works cleaning the rooms and serving the food. It doesn't really matter I guess. It is nothing but a distraction.
"Oydis, don't think he is all yours.'' The petite blonde on my right says; That is her name, Oydis, and the blond is Toril. The redhead still sleeping is called Maarit. The blonde leaned in purring in my ear. "But she is right; stay a little longer, Jonas.”
I untangle myself from them, sending them a warm smile. "Sorry ladies, I got things to do. But please stay as long as you need … and please change the bedding."
They whine and pout as I pull on my clothes, blowing them a kiss before leaving the room.
Walking down the hallway, I sigh, looking in one of the big mirrors. Why do I even do this? Truth is I am bored, being me is boring as hell. I am seeking to distract my mind, to quench some kind of hunger burning inside me, but so far, no luck ... nothing seems to help and I am starting to wonder if all of my life will feel like this.
My wolf Cana is trying to be all philosophical about finding our true selves and the right path. ‘And stop whoring like a cat in heat.’
“I did not hear you complain last night”. I retort in a low voice. “It was not a complaining sound I heard.”
Cana huffs and turns his head, ignoring me.
As I make my way into the dining hall, I spot my friends Kemen and Hardwin at a table and make my way there. At least I have good friends here. "Morning gentlemen."
"Morning ? Kemen is already on his second breakfast," Hardwin says, looking up from his book. "But I guess it was late before you got to sleep."
"Brunch Hardwin, it is called brunch". Kemen says putting a piece of bacon in his mouth. "So come on, was it the blonde, the brunette or the redhead that kept you up half the night ?"
I flop down at the table, waving a serving girl over, giving her my order. "Or ? What on earth do you mean by; or, Kemen ? I had no idea I needed to choose."
Kemen throws his head back laughing happily and slaps me on the shoulder. Hardwin just shakes his head and returns to his book.
The girl returns with the food, and I start eating. "So, what are your plans for today ?"
"Well, lunch, then afternoon snacks and then dinner and maybe a small night munchie," Kemen says, and Hardwin just holds up his book.
They seem content with doing this every day, waiting for the time when Our time comes to run the pack, and I am starting to wonder if it is me that there is something wrong with. "Don't you miss doing something ?"
"Like what ? Going through the omega girls half a dozen at a time ?" Hardwin asks from behind his book and Kemen laughs, slapping my shoulder again.
"No, like I don't know.. doing something. Go on quests, fighting rogues, feeling … alive ?" I say running a hand through my hair. My wolf Cana agrees.
Kemen looks at his plate of food, then he shrugs. "Well not really I think ... Now is the time to relax. Soon enough you will be alpha and we have to work for our food".
"Well I will go do something, anything ... See you later". I get up, leaving my food half eaten.
‘Kemen will probably finish it off.’ Cana laughs in my head and knows my friend; I laugh softly because Cana is right.
I need to do something, I am slowly going insane with boredom here. Waiting just doesn't sit well with me, I can't be content with eating or reading books all day.
Sometimes I feel my father doesn’t find me good enough to be the next alpha. Okay, so I do not look like the typical alpha, I am only standing 5’6, and while in rather great shape, I am not a bulging mountain of muscles, but rather lean and sinew. However I am stronger than I look.
At least I enjoy working out and I find a quiet place in one of the gardens, training my agility and strength. Trying to keep sharp. It gives me something to do and it clears my mind and I never know when I will have use for it.
I pressure myself on speed, pushing for faster moves and higher jumps. It feels good to move, to feel my muscles flex and stretch. I am so focused that I don't hear the man before he clears his throat right behind me. "Master Jonas, Alpha Fenris has summoned you.”
"Okay, thank you," I say watching the man leave. What does my father want with me ? I wipe the sweat off my forehead and make my way towards his office.
I have always been loyal to my Alpha and to the pack. I had hoped that when I turned eighteen my father would start letting me have more responsibilities, but it never happened and now I am twenty-three and mostly still treated as a teen. Honestly I don't really agree with a lot of things my father does and he isn't exactly my favorite person.
"Jonas, my boy," My father’s voice greets me as I enter his office. "Come here, come here, we got things to discuss."
"Morning father, what can I do for you ?" I ask, closing the door behind me. Thinking that he seems in an unusually good mood today.
He waves for me to come over. “Morning ? Some of us have been working for hours. You are wasting your time on fun and useless women. That is why I called you here. I need your help."
My help ? With what? I can’t really see how his half scolding and needing my help fits together.
He nods and smiles, like he knows what I am thinking. "I am going to a meeting with the other Alphas … to discuss the problem with the rogues."
“And what do you need me to do ?” Is he finally going to ask me to stop up and act as Alpha while he is gone ?
‘Don’t get your hopes up, you’ll just get our tail in a twist.’ Cana warns.
My father gives me a smile. “I need you to take some of …,” I wait, holding my breath. “… Your mothers responsibilities so she can help Beta Connor lead the pack.”
I feel myself deflate and Cana mumbles. ‘Told you … hate it … but told you.’
“Sure dad,” I sigh.
“And I have another thing to tell you,” He says, “About my meeting.”
This time I do not care to get my hopes up. “What is it ?”
“I plan to find you a chosen mate,” He holds up his hand as I am about to object. “It is time you find a future Luna … and as you don’t seem to have a true mate, you need to take a chosen one.”
4 years later *Jonas* The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the sprawling grounds of our pack, my old pack, that Typhon and I are now co-Alphas of. Laughter echoes around us, a melody that dances on the gentle breeze. I lean back against the wooden railing of our deck, a content smile stretching across my face as I watch the scene unfold before me. ‘I love our life,’ Cana hums softly. ‘Me too,’ I reply, smiling to myself. Typhon stands at the grill, his hair ruffled by the wind, his laughter mixing with the sizzling of meat and the cheerful chatter of our children. The unmistakable scent of grilled meat, vegetables and spices wafts through the air, making my stomach growl in anticipation. He looks up, catching my eye, and winks at me, sending a rush of warmth through my heart. “Can you believe it’s been four years since we took this place over?” I muse to Fire Moon, who stands beside me, her eyes sparkling with pride as she surveys our little kingdom
*Jonas* After dinner and making sure everything is taken care of for the night I follow Typhon into our new master bedroom. When we're inside he locks the door. He turns the lamp on and he comes into view. He steps to me, takes my face in his hands and seeks out my lips with his own. Seconds later, his hands release their hold on my face and find another purpose. He gropes my behind and squeezes each cheek hard. Jesus! Soon after, he moves away from my lips and sucks at my neck and ear, making my legs buckle in the process and so, he pushes me across the room and forces me to sit on the edge of the bed.My husband leans over me and we continue to kiss; biting at each other's lips, lapping our tongues together and forcing them down one another's throat. After a while, he pulls his pants down and rests his hand at the back of my head. He soothingly rubs it while at the same time, he slowly pulls it toward his erection. "Come on, baby. Suck it like the good boy you are." Its smel
Next day *Jonas* I feel the weight of my new responsibilities as we step inside the pack house, the scent of aged wood and memories filling the air. Typhon stands beside me, his presence a steadying force against the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. I glance around at the familiar yet distant faces, some of whom I once called family. Now, in the wake of Connor’s betrayal, everything feels different. ‘This is our home again, Jonas,’ Cana whispers in my mind, his voice a low rumble. ‘It’s time to reclaim what’s ours.’ “Right,” I reply silently, taking a deep breath. “We’re back.” The pack members trickle in behind us, a mix of relief and uncertainty marking their expressions. I can see some of them still struggling to accept the changes that have swept through their lives like a storm. I want to reassure them, but I know it’s going to take time. As we make our way through the entrance hall, I notice a few new pack members, from Thyphon’s pack, have already begun to se
*Typhon* Standing at the edge of Jonas’s old pack territory, I feel the weight of what’s about to unfold. The scent of pine and earth fills the air, mingling with the tension that crackles between us. I glance sideways at Jonas, and my heart swells. He’s come so far, and today, he’s ready to reclaim what’s his. He’s ready to lead. “Remember, I’m right here with you,” I murmur, squeezing his hand as we approach the clearing where the pack has gathered. ‘You better be,’ Cerberus huffs, his voice echoing in my mind. ‘This is a pack of fools, and they need to be reminded who they’re dealing with.’ ‘Trust me, I’ll remind them,’ I send back, trying to keep my own confidence high. As we step into the clearing, the atmosphere shifts. Eyes turn toward us, some filled with respect, others with skepticism. Jonas’s mother, a fierce woman with wild hair and eyes that could cut glass, stands at the forefront, flanked by his sister Kara, who looks like she’s ready to leap into action at any m
*Jonas* “I need to tell you something.” Typhon says, but as I look up at him, waiting for him to talk, he starts kissing me instead. The warmth of Typhon’s body pressed against mine, and the sound of the ocean is a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. As we lie tangled together on the beach, I feel the weight of his emotions pressing down on him, even as he smiles. “Typhon,” I urge gently, “you said you need to tell me something.” My heart races, not just from the thrill of our reunion, but from the uncertainty looming over us. What could he possibly reveal that I don’t already know? His eyes flicker with hesitation, but then his resolve shines through. “Jonas, I…” he pauses, looking out at the waves that roll in and out, as if searching for the right words. “I need you to know about Connor. He is my first mate.” “What?” The word escapes my lips before I can stop it, disbelief flooding my senses. “Connor? My old beta Connor? The same Connor who just tries to kill us?” “Yes.” Ty
*Typhon* When my feet hit the gravelly beach, it’s all I can do not to race into the ocean and yank my husband to safety. But I’ve chosen the steeper path so as not to lose the element of surprise, and I know I have to proceed with care and caution. Fire Moon lands softly next to me a moment later, and together we survey the scene. Carlotta seems to have gone positively unhinged, waving her fist and screaming curses at the receding boat, and Jonas is inching slowly backward, edging ever closer to the beach. But just when he’s managed to go far enough so that he might possibly be able to run to safety, Carlotta whirls around and levels her hand,A hand crackling with magic, at Jonas’s midsection. Cerberus is growling in my head, eager to rip the witch limb from limb. "You’re not going anywhere," she says in a deadly voice. "Couldn’t we at least get out of the water?" Jonas replies. "I can’t feel my feet any longer." Carlotta nods curtly. "Move slowly. One false move an