Saturday, January 201h
(2 days before leaving Red Fang territory; Cole’s POV)
(Content Warning)
I enter the pack house, kicking off my shoes and putting them in the locking box I created several years ago when my shoes kept disappearing. I slip on my house slippers before entering the main living area. The twins, Taylor and Tyler, are loudly arguing over how to y GTA on the yStation.
All prospects attending the next set of runs always move into the pack house a week before they are scheduled to leave so they can be taught the rules of the program. Normally that would mean seventy–five warriors from three packs, ours plus White Fang and White Moon, all take up residence in the pack house until the three buses going to three different packs show up around five Monday morning. This is the first time Crescent Moon has participated in the warrior program since dadpleted the betrothal contract with Alpha Robert.
To the best of my knowledge we now have 120 wolves attending this week long orientation before getting told which pack they’re going to for training. It’s also the first time the warriors are being split between five packs instead of three.
Despite having gone on three runs already I’ve never been invited to the orientation training. I guess he’s hoping that I mess up badly enough that I get kicked out by keeping me in the dark on the council’s expectations. He can’t even be bothered to let me know I’m even going until the day before the buses get here.
Taylor is the first one to notice me watching them.
<b>“</b>What the fuck are you looking at?”
I shake my head silently. Despite being the alpha’s son I’ve gotten used to the absence of respect I’m shown within the pack. I turn towards the kitchen when Taylor speaks again.
“Your dad’s been looking for you all week. Sounded livid when I heard him talking to your mom.”
There’s a chuckle in his voice as a shiver runs down my spine.
“Thanks Taylor. You just made my day.”
I speak sarcastically as I run my hand nervously through my hair. My father has been requesting these meetings nearly everyday for thest three months and I’m always being punished for something I have no knowledge of even happening.
“He didn’t have to tell you at all.”
Tyler retorts as he turns the game system off. I sigh as I shake my head. No one knows what my life is like here. I walk slowly into the dining room before taking a soft left into the kitchen trying to stay away from my brother and his mate. I have always been the most conservative of my siblings. I have never approved of revealing clothing or making out in public areas, the exact opposite of what’s going on at the dining room table.
My brother and future alpha, Andre, with his mate, Sasha, in hisp. Actively making out without a care for who’s around. No matter how I try, it’s obvious that his hand is between her legs beneath her dress. I shiver in disgust as she moans. I can’t help thinking about all the young children that frequently run around the pack house further adding to my disdain of her. Everyone knows that I don’t like her and disapproved of them going through the mate’s union ceremony, the werewolf equivalent to a wedding. So I keep my distance but that doesn’t keep her from finding ways to abuse me.
She’s not his fated mate. Rather a political move between neighboring packs, a betrothal between alphas. I stayed out of the arrangement until I caught her cheating and I’m the one who has repeatedly paid a heavy price for trying to warn Andre of her infidelity.
I cringe as her moans turn into a high pitched squeal. Secondster a loud p followed by a yelp and a whimper.
“How many times have I told you not to make that sound when I bite my mark?”
Andre chastises her as I take a drink of water.
“Cole!” I freeze at the sound of my brother’s deep, chastising voice. “What the hell is wrong with you? How many times do I need to tell dad that you’reing into our room, when I’m out of town, to force yourself on my luna<b>?</b><b>” </b>