ALPHA STOLL’S POV: “You were only sixteen when you took over your pack?” Alpha Ledger asked quietly. “Yes. I was at school when my father died. I was a sophomore. I felt the loss of my father and the Alpha power come over me. Then I shifted for the first time, two years early. I left school and we
“Are they influencing the younger generations?” “Yes. Some follow them because they’re drawn to power. Most are just afraid of them.” “I can’t imagine. I had a couple years shadowing my father before he died and I had to take over.” “How old were you when you took over?” I asked. “Twenty.” “My
ALPHA LEDGER’S POV: Alpha Stoll and I left the group and walked toward the school to retrieve our vehicles and go home. Alpha Ford’s pack, Moonbeam, shared a border with the school, so it wasn’t a long walk. I felt like I was making progress with Stoll. He wasn’t ignoring me. He had opened up to me
“Yeah,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat. He could have said he didn’t need me to accompany him. The idea that he may want to extend our time together made hope shoot through me. We adjusted our course and walked toward the school in silence. I didn’t know what to say. I wanted this to last as
ALPHA LEDGER’S POV: After a moment, Stoll guided me backward until my back hit the side of a row of lockers. He reached down and lifted my shirt. I raised my arms as he pushed it up. He threw the shirt onto the bench, then grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. I felt like a beggar, gratef
I brought my face down and opened my eyes. Stoll looked shocked and utterly aroused. As if just holding my member was the best experience of his life. “Your hand feels so good on me,” I said to encourage him. He looked up at me, his pupils blown. “May I?” I asked. He nodded, and I slid my hand b
ALPHA STOLL’S POV: “See you around?” Cyrus growled in my head. “Is that really what you said? Like that wasn’t the best experience of our lives? Like we don’t care if we ever see him again?” “I don’t need this right now, Cyrus,” I interrupted his rant. I felt bad enough about it. “Someone has to
“Have a seat. What’s on your mind?” Amanda was still wringing her hands as she sat. She had alabaster skin, but she looked especially pale. “Um, you said that the goddess makes same sex mates, right? And that if she does, then it’s okay to be gay, right?” “Yes.” Nervous energy shivered through m