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23: Not his nurse
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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
An Alpha for the Alpha 30: Admitting his feelings
*Jonas* By mid-afternoon I have come to two realizations. One, Fire Moon has once again disappeared, presumably off somewhere to investigate my Old pack. And two, I am in love with Typhon Bloodclaw. Well, that isn't exactly true. To be more precise, I think I might be in love with Typhon Bloodclaw. I have a little trouble believing it myself, but there doesn’t seem to be any other explanation for the recent changes in my personality and demeanor. I am well used to my flaw of often speaking without first thinking about my words, but today I seem to be blurting out utter nonsense. Furthermore, I have completely lost my usually hearty appetite. Not to mention the fact that I keep catching myself grinning like the biggest fool. And if that isn’t enough proof, I catch myself whispering, "Jonas Bloodclaw. Jonas Bloodclaw. Jonas Bloodclaw, mate of … Oh, stop!” Even I can lose patience with myself. I am kinda happy that Cana is staying weirdly quiet. But if Typhon returns any of my feel
An Alpha for the Alpha 31: Feeling left behind
*Jonas* “I thought you weren't going to proceed in here until your ankle was better,” Typhon says, rather accusingly in my opinion. “I'm not putting the books back on the shelf yet,” I reply, “I'm just grouping them by subject. I'm not using my ankle at all, which, by the way, is nearly healed. I haven't used my cane even once today, and it hasn't hurt me at all”. I turn to Fire Moon and beam. “Oh, and it's lovely to see you again.” ‘I do like her,’ Cana says approvingly. She smiles and bows in my direction, “Always a pleasure, my dear Jonas.” Typhon scowls, “We are here for a purpose, Mr. Whitepaw.” “It never occurred to me that you weren't,” I shift my gaze back to Fire Moon, “Have you noticed he likes to call me Mr. Whitepaw or little Alpha when he is irritated with me?” “Jonas,” Typhon says, his voice clearly laced with warning. “Of course,” I add blithely, “When he is really angry he reverts to Jonas. He probably finds it too difficult to growl my full name.” My Wolf ma
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