He Was My Alpha, I Was His Storm

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of celebration, a celebration of my sister Laurette's union with her partner, but I could not shake this feeling of void, something that I had not yet articulated. The pack was gathered, and I, the future heir of the Furstone Pack, was standing at the top of the sweepi

heritage, and bloodlines. A world where being the son of the pack leader equated to

of my mind. You must prove yourself, Andrew.

ht away. The pack wasn't what worrie

e entire pack was there to witness their bonding, the way the Moon Goddess had ordained. It was their night to be joyful, to revel in f

The sense of knowing, belonging, of being tied to another soul so deeply. But that had been a passing fancy. A luxury I couldn't a

sit upon the throne beside me. Just a

ced through

dre

many ways-free, not caring about the burden of responsibilities that were on my

e," she teased. "Are you going to stand there

d was elsewhere. She didn't get it. She couldn't. She was

red, trying to keep my voice

to the crowd, I allowed my eyes to roam back to the room below. The music was louder, the laughter o

n I sme

disbelief as the puzzle unfolded in my senses. It was nothing like any smell I'd ever picked up wind-deeper

within me, overwhelmed me. Mate, i

d stoc

wrapped around me. All the warnings my body was shouting at me to move, to find, to claim this thi

. This was the s

crowd of people below. There, standi

bo

es-a brilliant blue-scanned the room and then landed on mine. The instant our gazes met, something inside me

hock. This was real. My

as a proble

e and be the pack leader. Not this kid-this stranger. Someone who broke all the expectations, all the conventions t

ut I suppressed it. Something wasn't right. It couldn't be. T

was no use. My wolf was not so easily pushed aside; it was crying in my head, telling me

't rise.

the storm brewing inside me, of how the whole world had just spun on its axis. He did not have any idea what

I

as consu

rying to snap myself back. The world continued to move on around me, oblivious to the chaos in my

weight of my father's expectations bearing dow

ood, as if he were d

eded to escape, to think. But no matter how far I ran, no matter how fast I

oed in my mi

o get away

new the truth: nowhe