THE ALPHA WITH FOUR MATES

WINTER PACK Alpha Damon sat in the office as he mindlessly played with the knickknacks in their cradle. It bothered him to know that his pack wasn't safe and he couldn't do anything to help the situation. At 20, being an Alpha wasn't exactly a piece of cake as it seemed to everyone. He had to keep every werewolf in his pack alive and healthy. Everyone was his responsibility. He stared at the shiny surface of the metallic sphere as he imagined tearing the heads off every Autumn Pack member. For decades, the Autumn pack posed a threat to his pack and the hatred Damon harbored in his heart towards them was terrifying. How could he possibly not hate them? They murdered his father and threw him into the strange world of being an Alpha before he was even ready. Damon was thrown out of his thoughts by a bold knock on the door. ''Come in'' Damon muttered, mostly to himself. Beta Noir walked into his office wearing a grim expression on his melanin-defined face. Standing at almost 6'4 he c

Noir thought he was finally going crazy. He’d been up for the past hour watching his mate sleep. He insisted on her sleeping with him on the bed and now he couldn’t be happier. Her deep red hair spread like a fan contrasting deeply with his dark sheets. Her long eyelashes sealed her eyes. Noir found it very difficult to watch her. He restrained himself from kissing those plump pink lips. It was a sweet torture. He was about to stand from the bed and watch her sleep when he noticed the black writings on her wrist. It was a tattoo. The tattoo was nothing symbolic. It was writing of sunrise in exquisite calligraphy. He smiled. She made him smile. He lifted her hand and placed a kiss on it, he couldn’t withhold himself anymore. Ophelia stirred awake after feeling a feathery kiss on her wrist. She opens her eyes to her gorgeous mate who was looking down ever so lovingly at her. “Morning, my princess”, he said with a smile. She offered him a sleepy smile in turn. “ I’ll wait until you

Even after allowing Ophelia to stay in the pack house. Damon couldn’t help his suspicion. He kept a very close eye on Ophelia. Nothing seemed out of place only sometimes she talked to herself like she was having a conversation with someone in her mind. Maybe she was weird like that but as long as Noir was happy, he could put up with her and her weird behavior. She wasn’t bad at all. Many pack members were smitten by her. You could see the proud smile on his face when someone complimented his mate. Something Damon knew would never happen to him. He couldn’t take back what he’d done. He’d have to live with it for the rest of his life even if it meant sacrificing his happiness for the safety and protection of his pack. He was willing to do it. Ophelia sincerely loved his pack so there wasn’t a problem at all. Everything wasn’t making any sense. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t concentrate. He even tried the bore your eyes in the pages but that didn’t work out as well. D

Damon was so exhausted, the Coronation had been a lovely but tiring event for him. But all that was reminiscing in his mind was Ophelia vibrating when the song got changed. He didn’t know why he was so curious to dig around, he didn’t entirely trust her though, yes she was Noir’s mate but she still came in as a rogue. *** “Alpha you sent for me”, Rocco said bowing his head down in respect. Rocco was one of the guys with musical talent in the pack, and he was in charge of the music played during the coronation dinner. "Here's the complied playlist of your coronation boss," Rocco said handing the CD to Damon "Thank you" "I mean I don't understand why you need it anyway." "That's my business", Damon replied with a shrug. " I mean I thought you were old but you are prehistoric" "Rocco", Damon said through gritted teeth. " But you're the boss", Rocco said with a nervous laugh before literally running out of the room. Damon wanted to know wh

As weird as it was, Damon enjoyed Venus’ company a lot. Their conversation wasn’t the cliché civil one, it was more of a bunch of sarcastic comebacks. They understood that they had a truckload of things they had to discuss but for now, they pretended everything was fine. Conversations were easier that way. “Can we pretend you didn’t just walk on me having a —uh “ Damon started rubbing the base of his neck. Venus nodded. “Yea, but only for now”. Damon contemplated. It seemed fair enough. “Deal?” “Deal”. He replied before going back under his covers. “I’m tired. Talking to you is a lot of work” “Oh please, you enjoyed it”, Venus said with a smile. He was so difficult. “I must be a better pretender than I thought”, he replied. Venus rolled her eyes. “Yea, yea, goodnight Alpha King”, Venus had turned to leave. For some reason, Damon didn’t want her to go. “Wait”, he said “Come”, he said; better still ordered. If I didn’t know any better,