CHAPTER FOUR | DICKLESS MALES

ALPHA NATE

The ceremony or the ceremony of shame as my pack members like to call it is a ceremony made specially for dickless males.

I watch as my barely conscious ex-beta is being dragged around with his abomination of a mate.

Whenever someone comes out as being gay in my pack, he's being bullied big time and dragged around for all to see.

The ceremony was created to set examples to others and also to teach the gay couple a lesson.

In their next life, they'd rather not come to the world than to come gay.

Fucking Bastards!

“Hello, son." I hear my father's voice from behind me.

Turning around so fast that I almost get a whiplash, I look down at my father.

“Father." I nod, not showing if I'm excited to see him or not.

“Mother." I smile a little when I greet my mother.

She is standing behind my father who has a cigar in his mouth. She lets go of his wheelchair to pull me into a bare hug. “Come here, baby."

I don't hug her back, I simply watch the frown arched on my father's face for the public display of attention. Knowing him, he wouldn't let either of us breath for showing weakness in public.

“Stop it, Maddie. Stop bringing shame to the family." My father hisses, looking around to see if anyone saw my mother hug me.

I roll my eyes, knowing fully well what's about to come next. They are going to argue... probably till the end or till they get bored and leave.

“Or stop being an asshole. What's wrong with me hugging my son? Especially since I haven't seen him in almost three months. In fact..." My mother turns to me and before anyone can suspect her to stop her, she places a deep kiss on my cheek, making sure she emphasises and is extra loud about every sound.

Then, just so she can give my father a heart attack, she cups my cheeks. “My big Alpha baby, do you miss Mama? Mama missed you more than anything in the world and Mama loves you."

‘Moon goddess, I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole. I can't live with this embarrassment. This humiliation.' I say in my head.

When I open my eyes, I wished I didn't.

The fire in my father's eyes could roast a marshmallow. “What the hell is wrong with you, Maddie. Nate is a man, you shouldn't be doing shit like that with him, especially in public."

Here we go again. The unending argument.

“And why shouldn't I? Man or not, Alpha or not, Nate would always be my baby. Why should I deny myself the opportunity of showing him love and care everytime I can. Maybe if you did that and didn't train him to be a heartless bastard like you, he would have turned out to be a gentleman. Something you have never and would never be. You made him a complete asshole and I'll always hate you for it."

Wow! Way to make a son feel good, mother. Thanks a lot.

As if reading my thoughts, my mother turns to me with guilt written all over her face. “Sorry honey, don't take it personal."

I dismiss her with a nod. I'm used to it already.

“I trained him to become a man. A real one. The Alpha needs an Alpha, not a pussy and unlike you, I successfully raised a child to be proud of." My father growls.

Oh shit! My father shouldn't have brought my sister up. He knows just how sensitive the topic makes my mom.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Greg?" My mother yells back.

“Don't act dumb. Ciara. Does that ring a bell? Or do you need me to remind you of the way she eloped with a rogue, ruining her chances of marrying a respectable Alpha and destroying the Pack's alliance with the Black shadow Pack?"

I watch my mother crouch to my dad's level. “That rogue is her mate. You can't force someone to marry someone else after they've found their mate. That's just insane."

My father scoffs, looking away from my mother. “The animal is a rogue and a thief. I would rather have a dead daughter than a daughter fucking around with a sorry excuse of a human being."

Oh, that statement is new... and brutal. That was a low blow, even for a man like my father. But would I ever tell him that? No. Not even if my life depends on it.

My mother says nothing. She simply picks her handbag off my father's lap. “I am sure your dead leg can take you home." She says finally and walks away.

Trying to be helpful I tell him that I'll wheel him home but he declines.

“Just get one of the guards to do it. You need to supervise this and make sure Raphael and his... or her mate is thrown out of the pack for good. I'm still finding it hard to wrap my head around the fact that Raph is gay. His parents must be so embarrassed and disappointed."

I hum in response, summoning a guard to wheel my father home.

“Goodbye father. Tell mother I sent..." I trail off as a smell hits my nostrils.

An extremely pleasant and inviting scent. Everything around me suddenly smelt divine... heavenly even.

The moment I caught her scent, I knew she is the one.

It is as if the air is filled with the sweetest, most intoxicating aroma I have ever smelled. A perfect blend of honey, lavender, and something unique... a smell I can't quite describe. Like warm sunshine on a summer day.

“Mate!" My wolf howls inside my head, doing that thing dogs do whenever they're happy.

I follow the scent and it led me away from the crowd. That's when I saw her.

She's standing a few strides from me, giggling at something she's told.

Her long blonde hair flows in waves behind her back and bounces with each shake of her head.

Her ass is full and round that it reminds me so much of Nicki Minaj's.

Her boobs. Even fuller. Even rounder. She knows this and dresses for it in a low neck crop top showing off her beautiful abs and snatched waist.

Her face. Oh, my, goddess. Her face is like a dream come through. The sun illuminates it, bringing light to everything perfect about her beautiful face.

She's like a sex goddess in human form sent to cause the downfall of me and I'll gladly fall on my knees and die a happy man.

She finally notices my presence and smiles at me, urging me to come over.

Taking long strides, I move towards my mate and that's when I realised that there's a problem.

The closer I am to her, the more I feel nothing. It's as if the mouthwatering scent is everywhere but on her.

I know she's not my mate the moment I'm in front of her. The scent isn't coming from her but the person she was talking to.

And the only person next to her is a man.