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The Alpha and His Irresistible Mate

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"Does he feel our mate bond at all?!"

Jack never wished for a mate.

The idea of a female wolf - particularly one he had not chosen himself -coming into his life and taking control of him through the power of the "mate bond," was unappealing to say the least.

But the Moon Goddess was either out to get him or just plain sadistic.

Because the very day he returned from Christmas break in his last year in high school, in walked his mate, into his classroom and into his life. But it wasn't a clinging female wolf. It wasn't a werewolf at all! How could the Moon Goddess do this to him? How could his mate possibly be someone whom he'd known for the last three years but never gave a second glance to: the small, bespeckled, grim-faced science teacher known only to him as Mr. Whyte.

And what is worse--Oh yes, it gets worse-- No matter how Jack went about trying to break through that icy facade, his teacher kept him calmly at arm's distance at all times. Much to Jack's utter frustration, Mr. Whyte wasn't affected by the mate bond at all.

...Or was he?

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The Meeting
Jackson Lunar had it all.  Yes, I`m sure you`ve heard that before, but for Jack, this was exactly the case.  He had lady-killer looks, incredible physical dexterity and athletic prowess, many loving and doting relatives, great friends, and there were girls constantly vying for his attention.  Yes, there were those jealous of his good fortune, and those aiming to take his place as Alpha after his grandfather, but none, not even that pesky Brady Thorton, his self-proclaimed “rival” and cousin, could honestly say they could compete with him. Alpha, you ask?  Well, Jackson Lunar was not an ordinary 18 year old male, nor was his family, nor many of his friends. You see, Jackson was a werewolf. No, not the kind that goes crazy and transforms into this mindless beast-man during a full moon—that hadn’t occurred for centuries.  But he did have superhuman strength, keen vision even at night and a wicked sense of smell, and, of course, could transform into a wolf—a very large wolf—at will. He’d been born this way, developing the ability to transform into a wolf by the age of 8 and had reached the werewolf age of maturity during Christmas last year. Transforming into a werewolf through a bite?  That was a myth.  You had to have the gene for werewolf from at least one of your parents, and both of his parents were wolves. Oh yes, back to the Alpha question.  Werewolves like to form packs, just as their wolf kin do, and the leader of the pack is the Alpha Male or Alpha Female, more often the male, whomever had the most strength, physically and mentally.  That strength was required both to control the other wolves of the pack—to maintain order and, of course, make certain every wolf kept to the code of not revealing werewolves to humanfolk—and to combat any rival wolf packs that might be tempted to steal any part of his grandfather’s territory. Jack was next in line to take his grandfather’s place, having worked hard to prove himself worthy of the post after his father abandoned the pack for his newfound mate.  Yes, Jack would be a young Alpha, some might say, but Jack made certain over the last 4 years that no one could doubt his loyalty and determination to be the best Alpha there ever was and—perhaps—the strongest. However, according to his grandfather and the Council, Jack was still not ready. “Still wet behind the ears,” his grandfather would say with a laugh, much to Jack’s embarrassment.  “You haven’t experienced enough life yet, my boy.” When asked how he should go about “experiencing enough life,” Grandfather would generally come back to Jack about finding his mate. Ugh. Jack did not think much of that werewolf legend.  According to the so-called Legend of Paired Souls, when the Moon Goddess created the werewolves, they were so vicious that they nearly wiped their entire species out.  Blame it on a human’s propensity for hatred and jealousy and a wolf’s ability to fight.  Whatever the case, she decided to guarantee that her children would propagate by creating a soulmate for every werewolf, fated from birth.  One person in the entire world for whom the werewolf could not help but love, and desire, passionately.  This, according to the legend, had the side effect of the strongest wolves at the time forming a Council, having finally agreed on something.  They decided to shelter their existence from humans, so to protect their mates from being stolen and used against them, as the humans greatly feared the stronger werewolves and would stop at nothing to control them. Which is why, Grandfather had told Jack, that he would be at his strongest once he discovered and claimed his mate.  While his mate was still out there, unaccounted for, Jack “wasn’t complete” and that made him vulnerable. Jack sighed as he sat down at his desk in the back of the classroom, thinking again of that conversation.  It was January and students were just returning from Christmas break.  He had only 6 months left of school before he would be considered an adult at last by human society as well.  He had already gone through his last growth period as a wolf just over Christmas break.  Now his wolf was a huge adult silver wolf, larger than most any other besides his grandfather.  He hoped to show his grandfather how ready he was for duty by then, mate or not. Once he’d finished the so-called Mating Phase of the werewolf’s growth period, his grandfather had been quick to take him to the neighbouring packs to see if he could find his mate from any of their females there, but much to Grandfather’s dismay, there had been no indication of Jack's mate anywhere.  Grandfather put forth the idea of going to Europe after he graduated to look there as well, which was all well and good to Jack, as exploring the world was something he’d always enjoyed doing.  But finding his mate he did not care for at all. He’d seen what girls were like, always looking for something more from their male, and even more so when mated, clinging and needy with very few exceptions, and the idea of sticking to one for the rest of his life, one that wasn’t of his own choosing… that simply didn’t sit well with him. It had always nagged on him that the Mate legend might just be that, a legend, a trick of the weaker hearts that was used to get out of unwanted relationships.  Wasn’t it so perfect that a relationship that wasn’t going well was simply because the two people weren’t mated together?  And when a younger, prettier woman came along, wasn’t it such a coincidence that they just happened to be the pair to their souls? Jack scoffed out loud as he looked out the window, causing members of his pack--keen ears, remember--to glance his way.  They knew the argument currently being waged between grandfather and son though and also knew, for this, he preferred to be left alone. Jack was so focused on questioning the validity of the mate legend as he looked out the window that it didn’t even register at first what was happening.  The increase of his heartbeat and the wafting of a delicious smell across the room went undetected at first.  It was his wolf in his mind stirring and circling and then suddenly attempting to take control that brought him to sit up to attention. What are you--, Jack thought to his wolf but he was interrupted by the wolf’s excited chant. [Our mate!  Jack!  Our mate is here!] What?  Jack didn’t believe it. [Our mate is near!  Do you feel it? Wake up! They’re here!] Jack jerked up and looked around.  There were no new faces and he didn’t feel anything to anyone here.  But he did feel his heart racing in his chest and finally he noticed the most delicious of scents… Apple? Cinnamon? No, so much better.  He started sniffing the air. His pack members looked back at him with interest and he stopped abruptly.  He shrugged at them and shook his head, telling them it was nothing.  When they turned back to what they were doing, he inwardly sighed with relief. He didn’t want them to know, Jack realized.  He was hoping this was something else. Anything else. Maybe he was sick. He didn’t want a mate. [Of course you do. We NEED him.] No, we don’t, Jack thought firmly. Then paused.  Wait. What did you just-- At that moment, Mr. Whyte arrived to start the class and Jack froze, shocked to his core. [MATE!] “Mmmm—” Jack leapt up, cutting himself off from saying the most horrific word out loud even as his pack members’ and other students’ heads whipped around, wide-eyed as his chair fell backwards with loud CLANG on the floor.  “Migraine!” Jack called out and rushed out the classroom’s back entrance, into the hallway, ignoring the surprised voices calling his name.  Except one, which rung over the rest and slid up his spine, “Mr. Lunar? Where are you--” But he didn’t dare stop, shuddering, as he rushed down the hallway, utterly disgusted with himself because the first thing that came to mind at Mr. Whyte’s words was I want to hear him say “Jack”.  He had gone insane! Thankfully the infirmary nurse today was Bianca Matthews, a kind, bubbly person and female werewolf, who accepted his migraine excuse and left to let the others in the class and him know Jack’s whereabouts. How could this possibly be happening! Jack sat down on an infirmary bed and put his head in his hands, staring unseeing at the floor in front of him.  I have a mate and it’s-it’s MR. WHYTE?!  You can’t be serious! His heart was still beating frantically in his chest and he thought he might have a heart attack right there and then. He laughed just a little hysterically. At least that would end this madness. [Seriously, Jack?  I thought you were “Alpha material”] his wolf mocked him, utterly unimpressed and still trying to wrest control from him, intent on returning to his mate. Stop that, Jack growled. We are NOT going anywhere near him. There had to be some mistake.  His mate, if he had one - though he couldn’t doubt it anymore, this feeling was just too intense and out of nowhere to be anything but by magically influenced - his mate should have been FEMALE.  Jack wasn’t gay. [You mean, you weren’t gay,] his wolf corrected him, poking fun in a sickingly happy voice. Not for the first time Jack ignored his wolf. There must be a mistake, he thought again.  He must be someone else’s mate.  One of the girls’.. [Definitely not.  He’s ours.  Just look at him.] Memories suddenly started flooding into Jack’s mind: Mr. Whyte calmly greeting the class, stoic as always, giving a small smile to a girl up front excited about the topic of the day; Mr. Whyte in a T-shirt and shorts, racing against the other teachers on Sports day, unknowingly having no chance against a mostly werewolf teacher base, but giving it his all just the same; Mr. Whyte with his usual white dress shirt and tie, his breath visible as he spoke because the heater had broken down that winter’s day, his n*****s clearly visible as they poked out at— Stop that right now. Jack cut that memory off abruptly, pink staining his cheeks. [They’re your memories] his wolf said smugly. I have NEVER ogled Mr. Whyte. [Or so you thought,] came the mocking reply. Jack didn’t comment and just groaned miserably, falling back onto the bed to stare up at the ceiling. This was so ridiculous.  Unbelievably ridiculous. Then suddenly an idea popped into his head. [No. NO!] his wolf growled at him. “I could reject him.” Jack tried the thought out loud. [No!  He is our mate.  He is ours.  Picked by the Moon Goddess just for us.] Jack ignored his wolf.  Yes, having Mr. Whyte—his human male science teacher, for crying out loud—as a mate was utterly ridiculous and it only made sense to reject him.  It would be better for both of them.

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