WE ARE FUCKED.

Chapter: 1

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"We are fucked!"

"Fucked I tell you." 

"Completely screwed, you and I." 

["Okay, what crawled up your ass?"]

"You mean our ass?" 

["Fine, our ass-"] 

"They did." 

["They?"]

The door took that particular moment to tore open from both sides and Leonard was on his feet, nostrils flared as he took in the intoxicating smell coming from both double doors. 

He had thought Thrift was on his usual rants once again when he said they were fucked. Well, now, he knows why. 

They truly were utterly fucked. Over. Finished. 

If the Goddess herself had appeared to him that morning to tell him the day was going to be like this, he would have argued with her.

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Nothing out of the ordinary had happened this morning. Well, except for the part when his Betas came to wake him up and inform him about the annual meeting held in his very own Pack once a year before hunting begins. The full moon was due tomorrow and they all couldn't wait to get out into the wild and have fun. 

Leonardo could feel Thrift pacing inside of him. His Beast couldn't wait to be let out and run free. 

But, today's meeting was going to have two new Alphas. Leonard being the oldest Werewolf still in their seat and well, most respected, he anchors these meetings. Not that it has to do with a big issue but it's to establish peace in all the neighboring Packs.

To make sure they all stood by the same Rules. 

He wasn't a stranger to the other two Alphas since they have both heard great tales of the giant man from their fathers. But, they have not had the honor of meeting in person. Not to mention being in the same room for hours discussing matters of the Packs. 

Well, unless for that one time when they had met at the Stillwater's Training Camp twenty-five years ago.

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At age Two Hundred Leonardo didn't look a day over twenty-five. No wrinkles, no gray hairs. Just a few scars from a life long-passed. They were faded reminders of battles fought and won. Well, most of them had been won. The last? Was what took his father away from their world and sent him to the Calm Ethereal.

The final resting place for the Werewolves. 

Leonardo and Thrift have only had one mate and he had died so strangely on that night they would never forget. Returning home with his Betas after fighting off the Rogues attacking and killing his people, they had found their mate lifeless on their bed, naked as the day they had mated with him. 

Thrift howled for hours on end while Leonardo refused to surface and for months they walked and did everything in their wolf form.

Thrift was stronger when it came to handling emotional distress. 

Having suffered for years, Leonardo knew he wasn't going to have another mate. 

A mate only is found once and for a lifetime.

And since they lost theirs, they knew they were never finding another mate.

In over one hundred and fifty years, they have had countless lovers: peasants, nobles, stableboys, whores, and even two kings. And all of which were humans. But none of them filled the void within. Something would always be found lacking. 

Something they both would never have anymore.

No amount of praying to the Goddess would or had changed that.

Once they reached Two Hundred, they had all but given up. 

Cursed to roam the rest of their existence alone. 

Unmated. 

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Leonardo jerked his head to the door, so fast his neck would have altered if he were human. 

The newcomers stood by the door, eyes fixed on the big Alpha whose gaze keeps shifting from one Alpha to the next. 

"Mates," Grift growled from within.

["What?"] Kawan asked in total bewilderment. 

There was no way in hell he was mated to two Alphas. 

But, he couldn't argue with his wolf. Not with the arousal, he was starting to feel a burn from within him.

"Fuck, Kawan, they are lighting a flame inside of us." Grift was ready to jump out any second.

Kawan looked towards Leonardo who seemed for some reason to be sweating bullets. 

["Shit"] Quillon hissed.

"It's getting too hot. Let me out." Drift begged while he paced restlessly. 

Leonardo couldn't keep his cool anymore and neither could Thrift. It was either he reached for them now or Thrift would. 

The pull was too strong, too powerful it affected all that was present in the room.

Meeting be damned. 

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Fingernails sharp as broken glass sliced through the sleeves of both clueless Alphas as Leonardo gripped both men and slammed their backs against a wall.

The full moon is due tomorrow.

Maybe they had finally had another chance at mating and they both were ready for it.

Problem was, Alpha's needed their omega. 

Never heard of an Alpha mating with another Alpha. 

But this wasn't the time to start thinking things through.

Bite now. 

Think later.

Leonardo could feel their Beasts on the surface and he was finding a dangerous sort of beauty in the blue and golden eyes staring back at his red ones.

Before the other Alphas could react, Leonardo struck. 

Kawan's head slammed back against the wall as Leonardo's teeth sank into his throat. When he tried to fight back, a hand shot up, pinning him with a death grip. Quillon stared at the event unfolding before his eyes. He was numb for the most part until he felt those teeth sink into his own throat. Leonardo's hands pinned both men against the wall while he buried his teeth into the other's neck. His body, muscular and hard as steel, ground into both men like he was determined to fuck them through the wall. And there was no doubt in the other Alphas' mind--they would have let him. 

Now, that was something else that has not been heard of among Alphas.

But, none could think about that at the moment.

They wanted him. They wanted him so much that they wouldn't have minded the fact that they weren't alone but in fact, would gladly put on a show for the nearly twenty men and women present in the boardroom.

They were Werewolves after all.

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Their assailant jerked away from them so suddenly it left them both dazed.

Leonardo stumbled backward; lust, fear, confusion, all warring with each other in his eyes. 

In his quest to get a taste of both Alphas Thrift had come out. He still looked like a man...to an extent. His body was certainly that of a man's, clothes shredded and hanging in rags from an imposing frame. Thick black fur covered his exposed chest, tapering off the lower it got. By the time Kawan and Quillon's gaze reached the waist of what were once jeans, they could see the hair was sparse, and they couldn't help but wonder if those thick curls surrounded his cock. 

Leonardo followed their curious gaze and saw he was almost nearly in wolf form and his clothes were in rags.

Only when he growled did they realize they were staring, quite intently at that. His arms were not as thickly-covered, nor were his legs. He was not fully shifted, but his teeth were down, canines that looked like they could tear steel into shreds. 

"Fuck!" He screamed. 

Oh. A man could come just from listening to that voice. Pure, thick, deep. When he spoke, both Kawan and Quillon could feel the vibrations in their own chest. 

Leonardo turned around to stare into the bulging eyes of those gathered about the glass table. They all watched in utter fascination as the half-shifted wolf gave way to a man. The black hair lessened to a light dusting over his chest with the same small patch stretching down his torso. Canines receded, while the eyes remained a flaming red. 

One thick-muscled arm stretched out to offer the Alphas a handshake.

"I'm Leonardo Thrift Rocky." Kawan was the first to take the hand. "I believe we haven't yet introduced ourselves." Beautiful set of white winked when he smiled. 

"Kawan... Kawan Grift Blizzard." 

"Ah... That's right, I know your father."

"Of course, he retired four months ago." Leonardo nodded in understanding then withdrew his hand to offer it to the other Alpha. 

"Quillon Drift Autumn." The Alpha smiled back at the Alpha.

The man was sexy even in shredded clothes.

"Well, Werewolves..." Leonardo started ushering the Alphas and their Betas to their seats with one swing of a hand while he faced the rest of the party. "It seems like I'm anchoring this meeting in rags." 

Soft laughter filled the room as the Alpha made his way towards his own chair. 

"To be continued." Thrift said and Leo smiled knowingly.

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