12 days later
*Jonas*
The meeting with the other alphas went okay, even if I felt they were talking a bit over my head at times. It might just be that I am still young and not an experienced Alpha, and that most of them don't really know me. At least I am trying no to read too much into it. I just really wish my father would have let me participate more.
But at least they want to do something about the rogues. Everyone is outraged about what they did to my father. And personally I want revenge, not that I had the biggest love for him but he was after all my dad and my Alpha. We are having another meeting next week.
“Damn numbers,” I mumble.
‘Don’t look at me, I am a wolf, I don't do math,’ Cana grins and rolls up for a nap, ignoring my struggles.
Right now I am sitting behind my fathers desk, my desk, looking through some paper works, which I have to admit I find very boring, but if I want to prove I can do this, I will have to do the boring things too.
So far my mother is serving as my Luna, as I don't have any and an Alpha needs a Luna. But she has told me the same as my father did before he left, that I will have to take one, a chosen mate, as I have not found a true mate. I don't really feel like it to be honest.
It’s not that I do not like women, it just … okay this might sound weird, because I am aware that I have not really held back on that account, but it is like it kinda leaves me unfulfilled, slightly empty feeling after. I think that might be why I have been a bit of … okay a bit of a whore maybe. I am trying to find the one that makes me feel more.
Also having always been teased for my size and heard people question if I could really be an Alpha I might have felt that I have had to prove myself worthy and Alpha-like in the only way I really could.
“Alpha Jonas,” The door is thrown open by a young warrior. “You need to come, now … there has been a rogue attack.”
I spring up, happy to have an excuse to leave my desk, but scared of what can have happened and worried that someone might have been hurt. Cana is fully alert again and pacing in my head.
I follow him outside where a young girl is crying to my mother and Beta Connor. I hurry over. “What has happened ?”
“The girls went to swim in the lake,” My mom says, and I realise there are tears on her cheeks. “The rogues attacked, and Nelia was the only one to escape.”
“Attack ? Did they hurt them ?” My stomach knots up. What kind of monsters hurt young innocent girls ?
Beta Conner shakes his head. “They took them, I think they let Nelia escape on purpose, to warn us.”
“Jonas …,” My mom says with a voice brittle with emotions. “They took Kara.”
Kara is my baby sister, she has just only recently turned 18, we are not super close, but I have always felt protective towards her.
I look at Connor. “We need to get our best warriors and attack immediately, we …”
“Sorry my Alpha,” The Beta’s tone sounds a bit like he is talking to a kid. “And what do you think happens to the girls if we attack ?”
“What do you think happens if we don’t ?” I say, and a sob leaves my mom. “These men are savages …”
I can’t stand the thoughts of what they might do to the girls, especially my sister. I feel a need to do something.
‘Do you know what those men might do to us ?’ Cana mumbles, but I ignore him, I am the Alpha, they are my responsibility.
My mother grabs my hands. “Jonas you need to do something. You need to save your sister.”
*Kara*
“Let me go.” I pull my arm free from the big guy holding onto me. I can’t believe these nasty rogue’s have abducted me and three other girls, and I am not sure I even want to know what it is they plan to do with us.
A man who looks almost identical to him, possibly a twin, laughs as he pulls one of the other girls along. “Trouble with a little girl Donahue ?”
“Not at all Donavon.” He says and grabs for me, but I run forward and into a larger cave. “Come here you little bitch.”
The man catches me, giving me a hard pull. He raises his hand and I hold up my hand, trying to protect my face from the hit I know will come.
“Stop !” A deep voice booms. “Do not even think of that Donahua.”
The man immediately lets me go and lowers his head.
“Welcome girls,” The voice says. “Come here.”
The other girls are released too and as we hesitantly step forward I see the man they call the rogue king. He is sitting on a throne, but it fails to hide that he is tall and with broad shoulders. He has the look of an Alpha and the bearings of a king.
“What do you want with us ?” I say, staring at him. “You will pay for this.”
He looks at me, his hazel eyes are warm and amused, to my surprise, and a smile tugs at his full lips. “An Alpha’s daughter no doubt, how lucky for us.”
“You can’t do this … you can’t keep us here,” I complain. I know I should probably keep my mouth shut, but I can’t stop myself. My wolf Nala is growling angrily.
“Oh but I can, don't you know I am the King ?” He gets up. “A king can do what he wants.”
I am not sure why, but everything in me is trying to make me kneel, and my wolf is now whimpering. The other girls are all kneeling. I swallow it. “You are not my king.”
As he steps closer I can’t stop myself from shrinking away from the power emanating from him. “Don’t be scared little girl, I am not going to hurt you.”
“But they will hurt you … our packs, the other packs,” I try not to tremble under his gaze. “They will come for you now.”
“No.” He laughs softly. “Cause now we have a precious shield, they won’t dare attack us.”
I gasp, that is what we are, a living shield.
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