Alpha Soren’s POV- finally eh... Logan was seething inside me and even though I had shut him off, he was so strong that I could still feel his edging. Cursing silently that I wish I could do it permanently. I could have felt his maniac trembling as if he was about to go over the edge and if he did, that then all shit’s gonna break loose. My wolf had nearly zero chill but it’s normal for my status as alpha. Before I was alpha, I did worry that he was too playful. My heart is burdened.I insulted my mate and sent her away quickly because I could not hold Logan back for much longer. But I am fuming myself and a little over an hour later, when he calls me a festering putrid pile of cow dung, I sent for Beth who was already downstairs.While we waited for her arrival, I gave him a lesson on the importance of cows and their waste to which he responded with more hateful and spiteful words. Both of us talking over each other, shouting inside my head, so loudly, that I gave myself a headache
Alpha Soren When would this night end?Logan is pacing. Growling low and snarling. His body's tension is pissing me off. Ears flattened and eyes narrow and focused. Now and then his ears perk up.It was for the betterment of the pack, I tell him and his hackles raised.Gosh, I've had quite a few nights similar to this when Meg plagues my mind and I couldn't get sleep. They were rather long nights and sometimes my hands didn't work so I called in Beth and she eased me, but it only worked sometimes. Tonight it had not.I, as an alpha, an omega cannot be my mate. She would weaken the pack... My Luna is supposed to compliment me and our bond would make me stronger. This is how packs become strong. A weak wolf is a liability, and I cannot have that in my pack for it is the pack that would suffer. An omega carries no strengths. Logan, now thinks she is perfect for us but what does he know? He works on instinct and his instinct will not save the pack- he is primal. Kill everything in his
Alpha SorenLogan whines inside my head and I gritted my teeth, ignoring him. Moving my hand faster over my stiffness, I frown deeply a stifled moan through my clenched teeth as I replay what she feels like inside my mind. Her softness. Her folds- the little whimpers she makes. The warm water from the shower sprinkles over me and I wonder what taking Meg in here would feel like. With her face flattened against the tiled wall, one of her hands stretching out behind her, to my back, her long nails- she doesn’t have long nails, okay, her regular short nails- geez her hands then on my wet skin, a sign of encouragement as I pounded into her from behind. Her soft wet buttocks...I groan. My forehead presses against the wet tiles as my hand movements quicken. Ah- yes. Sweet release. I collapsed against the wet tiles and spilt my juices out, tears flowing down my eyes. Logan turns his head, shaking it. He thinks he is too full of class to stoop so low as to please
Several Years LaterMeg “Mummy, can I ask you something? I promise it’s crucial.” Ah, another new word she discovered today. I smiled proudly. The four-year-old girl, with shiny coppery eyes- so much like her father's, looks up at me as we step onto the massive stoned pathway, to our house, where we live an everyday normal human mundane life. I encourage her probing, as I never had anyone to ask my million questions to, growing up. I vowed my child would never have a life like mine where just a stare alone could shut up the thoughts inside your head. I’d only just collected her from Marion, today’s scheduled parent for our kindergarten pickup and drop-offs. Mondays are my day, which was yesterday. “Kenzie, you can ask me anything, baby,” I assure her as we climb up the three steps and onto our porch. Our house is built very sleepy suburb-like. It is the dream home of every new couple who wishes to raise their kids in a happy safe environment. Clean air and amusement parks within
Meg Most of my life- I dare say, I have been unhappy. I felt sort of numb and misplaced somewhat until Jax pulled me out of the frigid, cold waters, of the Mount White Stone River. The first thought that came to me was the little one in my tummy. Womb- I'd learnt this word when I joined the maternal clinical afterwards. I’d also learnt that you didn’t check babies by months while you carried them but by weeks. Forty weeks is each approximate calculation for the due date- which could go either way. But we aren’t talking about my pre-natal time, are we? The doctors told me that jumping into the water was nothing to fret over because I survived. His joke did not make me laugh as he had intended. Then he went on to adjust his glasses, telling me that a scarily large number of mothers go through a depression stage; either pre- or post-pregnancy when I had made a scene in the emergency ward about checking to see if my baby was still alive. He hadn’t known what I mean. I’d meant my trans
Alpha Soren To say I am in a bad mood is an understatement. My pack is weak. Not totally but weaker than how we used to be. Previously, we were known as one of the strongest packs, even though we weren't that massive in numbers. 9,273. Three funerals we’ve had already in the last month alone and today is the fourth. And in the past year; twenty-one. Someone is out to get us- or should I say- take us out. While I have my eyes on the newcomers, I cannot lay blame on them when I haven’t seen any movement by them that I would regard as suspicious. They seem to have adapted well into my pack. But looks can be deceiving, I know. Sterned face, I stare at the Mohagany casket- not coffin. I’ve been to so many funerals that I have learnt the difference between caskets and coffins. how about that? A casket usually implies a rectangular- four-sided container with a hinged lid, whereas coffins have six sides to them, wider at the shoulder part and tapers tinner to the feet area, with a remov
Alpha Soren “F*cking Christ!” I grumble when a sharp knock is heard on my door, almost deafening me. I know it’s most likely a regular knock but after a night of drinking...well you know the deal. It’s Will. He barges in, fresh looking considering how I feel at the moment and glares down at my foetal form on my bed. “This crap has got to stop, Soren. The pack is murmuring amongst themselves about their luna.” He got straight to the point. It’s too early in the morning for this... Logan is a bit groggy as well but at the mention of luna, he clears his mind. Of course, the pack is concerned about me. They might overthrow me if it were possible to form a rebellion or if anyone would challenge me for my alpha spot. An alpha without a luna at my age, twenty-eight, is almost unheard of. Sure, it happens but very rarely and most times it’s because the luna had died. In that scenario, it’s normal for an alpha to be without his moon mate and sometimes he would get a second chance
A/NFrom here onwards...I'm just typing and not checking grammar okay? I will circle back and finish the grammar later on.Meg Nervous. This is how I felt since we left home. Yes, home. Home is what I built with Jax, miles and miles away from here. Not this place that only brought me sorrow and pain. It makes me question why did I bring my daughter here. To get to meet know this jack*ss that didn’t deserve to know her at all. My heart beating faster, my stomach feeling a bit heated as my anxiety grew- more than it had in the past months with just thinking of returning. It's coupled with distress and loathing as well. We passed the huge iron bridge- the very same one, and my heartbeats steadied after. In earnest, one emotion, I lack is curiosity. I do not care to know about anything here, I noticed. The hybrids nor the environment. Jax drives slowly now and I gawk at the place that gave me nothing but misery for most of my existence, to allow me to admire the landscape he said wit