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I ran my hands through my frizzy red hair, trying to tame it into a ponytail with little success. I was in decent shape for someone in my mid forties, but my body had definitely started to feel more tired with less work. Max made fun of me all the time, the jerk, but he wasn’t far behind me; just a few years and he was already going gray. Thankfully I wasn’t, but I still had my own hair woes. I dropped into a fighting stance eyeing my opponent, my Alpha, my brother as he gave me a cheeky grin before he lunged. I easily avoided him, and managed to trip him up as he went past me, thwarting his chances of skidding to a stop and turning. Instead he landed on his ass and I barked a laugh, sidling over I held out a hand to haul him up. Max was tall, just like his dad, standing at around six foot three he was compact and lea
Sweat was trickling into some majorly uncomfortable places, but I wasn't about to let that stop me. A little bit of buttcrack sweat was no match for me, I had much bigger things to worry about currently; like the ferocious Alpha in front of me. Despite the fact he was older he was no less impressive. Standing tall, over 6 feet, with piercing blue eyes with black salt and pepper hair he was a force to be reckoned with. His muscles rippled and bunched as he readied his stance. In his prime he must have been formidable, it was little wonder he was one of the most well known Alpha's, and most feared even though he was quite a pushover."Come on little girl" he growled, a smile on his face."You'll be eating those words soon enough old man" I shot back, smiling at my dad.My dad, Eric, the Alpha of the Blue Moon pack crouched down, ready for my attack. As fast as I could I ran, right before impact I slid under him, and before he could lay a finger on me I had my hand at his throat from
I couldn't deny my mom's recipes were delicious and the kitchen executed them perfectly. I took a seat next to some of the other pack members and joined in some light chatter. Mom and dad had wandered off to somewhere else, probably dads office. Jay and Christian were off to warrior training, which we were proud to note had several female warriors as well. Typically women were not warriors, however we had some show interest and we honed that skill, and in turn they became invaluable to the pack. Nina was known for her stealth and utilization of the element of surprise, she was a very small woman and could contort herself into all kinds of places if need be. She seemed pleasant enough with her blonde hair and brown eyes, always smiling with a kind word; but she was just as deadly as she was nice. Toni was tall, and built like a brick wall, cropped brown hair and a face a Greek Goddess would envy she had more muscle in her pinky finger than many warriors. She was sheer strength, an imp
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise in time with the flame I saw licking across the pack house roof. No, no this couldn't be happening, why? I smelled blood in the air, heard the howls of the pack and knew we had trouble on our hands. Shifting into my wolf quickly I ran toward the sounds, and where the smell was the strongest. The woods smelled dirty, musty and my paws pounded the solid earth in rhythm to my escalating heartbeat. I was dreading what I may find as I got closer and the stench of blood grew stronger. I skidded to a stop as I broke through the last of the trees before the clearing. The pack house was alight as well as the surrounding structures, everyone was scattered, fighting. I saw Jay barrel through a tangle of wolves, Christian hot on his heels, both sinking their teeth into anything in their way. Nick and Toni were picking up attackers smaller than them and throwing them back into the fray. I heard a loud howl and recognized my father calling out, throw
How on Earth was this Omega the brother to an Alpha? And he was far from the typical Omega. In the face of my Gamma's displeasure he showed no change, any normal Omega would be cowering in fear. While the Omega's in our pack were treated as equals we knew that was not the case with other packs. Omega's were weaker, and couldn't shift as often. Because of this they tended to be smaller and weaker, therefore taking service jobs and leaving the leadership and supervisory roles to the rest of the pack. Omega's tended to mate with other Omega's, but sometimes they mated with a Gamma, even rarer a Beta. I narrowed my eyes at him, tail flicking nervously. This big, sleek, inky black wolf with amber colored eyes was the future Alpha and this Omega next to him, was almost as big as his brother. This Omega, standing tall, not ruffled in the least, stockier than his Alpha brother and only shorter by a matter of inches was unusual indeed. In an Alpha bloodline there were no Omega's, Gamma wo
I wrung out the washcloth and watched as the water slowly turned red, the blood snaking through it like rivulets and swirling traveled down the drain. I was a great fighter, in theory, but untried in a true fight. Frustrated, I rested my head against the cold wall, feeling the water beat down on me, each individual droplet uniting with more to create a stream. A stream cleansing the blood from my body, my blood, the blood of others. I felt the tears forming in my eyes, blurring my sight, and pricking my eyelids, so many gone and for what? And I had proven worthless, strength did not matter if you could not do anything. I may have held the Alpha at bay, but when it came down to it, I couldn’t finish the job. Sure, I took out one wolf, but that was already one wolf too many. When it counted, I had faltered, and it had almost cost me my life. If it hadn’t been for Jay and Christian, I would have joined those who did not make it back. Needless fighting, and both packs had suffered greatl
I blew a breath out of my nose, trying to understand what was happening. Mates, MATES?! Plural. Hot, sexy, delicious, mates; and I had two. How was this possible? This was unheard of, unacceptable, but I couldn't deny the pull toward them both. They were obviously as flustered and confused as I was, I saw both of their nostril's flare as they took in my scent. While I couldn't see Zach's pupils as his eyes were too dark, Mike's dilated noticeably. His mouth turned up at the corner, into a slight smirk. "Well isn't this interesting?" He purred, not moving his face from my hand. Zach, on the other hand, seemed to regain control of himself and broke the touch. I couldn't help but feel a little empty when he did so. He didn't say a word, but turned around and walked to the far corner of the cell, sitting down in the darkness and refusing to make eye contact with me. "Don't mind him, this isn't exactly opportune timing you know?" Mike said, smiling gently. I looked up at him, his
What a pain in the ass this was going to be. First off, telling my parents I had two mates was going to be enough of a shitshow, much less that they were brothers from the Red River pack. Wonderful, I was looking forward to it already. I knew that if I wanted to get them out I needed to face the music sooner than later, although Zach may opt to keep himself in prison from what I was gathering. He didn't seem to want anything to do with me, and was content to keep things strictly business, which was fine with me for the moment. I had more than enough going on and one mate was quite enough of a distraction, his moody self could wait for a bit. I headed toward my original destination before I had gotten derailed and gone to the prison. My mom's little cottage of hoarding, the pack house would take some time to rebuild but with everyone working together maybe it could get done faster than anticipated. Or maybe not, I remembered all the things over the years my mom had wanted to "imp
My feet definitely did not want to move fast as I headed to where my parents were, if anything they dragged. My dad was a wild card, mom I knew would be glad I had found mates, regardless of the situation just so she could plan more events, ugh. Dad may or may not accept them, not like I had a choice in the matter, but he certainly did. While I had no doubt even if he opposed it he would eventually come around, that didn't mean he would enjoy the fact at first, or even be civil to them. He hadn't earned his reputation by being kind, even though he truly was for his pack; it was the fierce devotion and loyalty he protected his own with that had earned him the whispers behind his back of how ruthless he was. It wasn't that, simply that you didn't mess with his pack and live to tell the tale. Something his pack appreciated, and in return they supported the pack and the well being of the pack as much as they could and with whatever they had. Of course the fact that his Beta was a giant of