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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
An Alpha for the Alpha 27: Fighting for him
*Jonas* Cana is whimpering in my head, fear gripping my body as the big brute pulls at my pants. This is a nightmare, for both of us. ‘Not like this,’ My Wolf whimpers, sounding like a scared puppy, and I get him. ‘Not with him.’ And I know what he means, so okay we have started considering … you know … men … our sexuality. The fact that we are attracted to Typhon and I had even started kinda fantasising about … more than a kiss. But the thought of this stinking bear of a man touching me intimately, using me, it leaves me cold and shaking with fear. I should have listened. I should not have been so stubborn and obstinate. “Such a perky little ass,” The man grins, as he manages to pull my pants down, his hand gliding over my skin, making goosebumps of the bad kind break out, “And tight too I bet.” “Please don’t.” I beg, not caring that I sound desperate. I can’t stand the thought of what he wants to do. His large paw of a hand smacks my behind, no doubt leaving a mark with five
An Alpha for the Alpha 28: Measuring windows
*Jonas* My ankle is luckily much improved the following day, although I still require a cane to walk properly. Finishing my work in his office, however, is out of the question; I am clumsy enough without trying to move huge stacks of books while balancing on one foot. There is no telling what sort of mess I might make while still handicapped by a swollen ankle. At dinner two nights ago, Fire Moon had mentioned that I might draw a plan of the Coral lake packs grounds and houses and write a list of the pack, to give them an overview. Typhon, who had been most uncommunicative throughout the meal, had grunted in the affirmative when I had asked him if he thought that was a good idea. Yesterday he had been the opposite. After he saved me he carried me to my room, and tucked me into bed. He had kept apologising and telling me it would be okay and that he would make sure no one even thought of touching me again. He gently held me as I cried. Part of me was screaming that I should be sc
An Alpha for the Alpha 29: Talking kids names
*Jonas* I drop my cane, snake my arms around his neck, and completely give up trying to think. When his lips are on mine, and I am warm in his embrace, there doesn’t seem much sense in trying to figure out whether kissing him is such a good idea. My brain, which had just seconds ago been trying to deduce whether he is likely to break my heart, is now thoroughly occupied with devising ways to keep this kiss going on and on and on … ‘What a kiss,’ Cana sighs in my head. I move closer, standing on my tiptoes, and then ... “Owww!” I would have fallen if Typhon weren't already holding me up. “Jonas?” He asks, his expression dazed. “My stupid stupid ankle,” I mutter, “I forgot, and I tried to ...” He puts a gentle finger to my lips, “It's better this way.” “I don't think so,” I blurt out. ‘The dumb ankle ruined it,’ My wolf complains. Typhon carefully disentangles my arms from around his neck and steps away. With one graceful swoop of his arm, he reaches down and retrieves my forg
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