My Alpha

Chapter 2 : Marcus

“Marcus as the next Alpha you have responsibilities-“

“Im not doing this with you now.” I stand from where I’m seated at the dinner table and throw my napkin on my half eaten dinner.

“Sit down, Marcus.” My father says in a low tone.

“Marcus please, Just.. just sit down and hear your father out.” My mother pleads from her Sean to the right of her husband and opposite from me. ever the buffer between her Alpha husband and son.

“I don’t what to have these conversations right now.” I hate that I sound like im coming of rude, disrespectful and uninterested, but the “Marcus as the next Alpha” has be the starting of every sentence that have been coming from my father for the last 2 weeks. It’s starting to wear thin. I need space, I don’t want the pressure of everything moment being consumed by my being the next Alpha. I turn to leave when I there is a colossal crash from behind me. I turn in the direction and glance at the table. My once full glasses of water that was serve with my evening meal is now on its side with the contents spread out across the table. One glance at in my fathers direction and I note his closed fist outstretched in front on him slightly upon the table.

My mother stands and starts to busy herself mopping the water with her own napkin.

My father takes a few moments to steady himself, he takes a few calming breaths and stands.

Fuck..

I have not just disrespected my father in him own home but I have disrespected my Alpha.

But he makes not move for me, instead he walks to my mother and takes the napkin from her and finishes mopping the mess. “I’m sorry darling, I made the mess I’ll tidy it.”

My mother reaches out her hand and cups my fathers face, he leans in to her touch.

This softens my heart to see my mother and father this way, after 25 years and still so in love with each other it’s hard to doubt true Mates.

So why do I. When I have the epitome of fated mates as parents.

Mother goes up on her toes to kisses my father on his cheek, with he small stature of 5”4 and his 6”3 my father leans down and meets her half way. Mother turns in my direction to exit the room, as she passes by she reaches for my hand and squeezes very briefly then leaves.

Now it’s only me and my father left, the once spilt waters has been cleaned and the glass has been returned to its rightful up position.

“You have one hour.. one hour to go and get what ever it is your feeling out your system. Go to the gym, go for a run, f**k .. meditate for all I care...” he walks around the table to stand in front of me and places his hand on my solder and squeezes, a little firmer then he would usually, just to emphasize what he is saying next is not a request

“Then you meet me in my office.” And with that he leaves.

The flexing of his fingers are an indication of he wavering resolve towards me.

I stand there a few more moments.

“Let’s run.” My wolf Apollo states.

“Let’s.” I agree

I make my way out of the family quarters of the pack house and down the grand staircase out the double front doors and towards the forest.

“You know he is right. It is time.” Apollo states as we reach the edge of the forest.

“Not to night, I don’t need you on my case as well.” Is say as I force my tee over my head with a little bit force then what was really needed.

“It is your duty as well as your birth right Marcus. You know who you are.”See the thing with Apollo is he doesn’t beat around the bush, he doesn’t hind behind pleasantries and will say what is on his mind. He knows what he wants and what he is. Like me, only difference is, he is ready for it all. I don’t think I am.

“I know what my duty is, I don’t need you to remind me every other second someone else isn’t ok.” Man I sound like a brat today.

“Then act like it.” He snarls

I place my clothes into a cubbyhole at the base of tree. These cubbyhole are place throughout our Territory for convenience for those who wish to take a run and not worry about what might happen to there clothes.

I walk further into the forest, I lift myself tall and taken in my surroundings, I can’t since anyone for about half a mile. I crack my neck from side to side to release some tension and jump forward.

The familiar feel of my wolf taking over sends a warmth through me and Apollo takes over, soon he is flying through the forest, he is alive. In a blink of an eye we are 5 miles from home and at the edge of the gorge, looking down on the bear claw river. Apollo is in his element, soon we are running along the river and and the next we have jumped over the gorge and landed on all four paws. Triumphantly Apollo whips his head back and howls. He is so free and at peace, he knows exactly who he is and his purpose. I admit I’m jealous, I’m jealous of a part of myself I will never truly understand, but knows me completely.

We start to slow down and take in more of our surroundings. We stop in an opening and roll in the long grass, soon we are just looking at the sky and all the stars, and nothing. This is what I wanted, I wanted nothing, just complete serenity, just being in a moment when I exist and no pressure. No one demanding anything from me, or judging my actions or reactions.

I Just want to stay laying here turning oxygen into carbon dioxide and being completely at peace. One big inhale and we are on our feet. The action takes me by surprise.

“What is it?” I say to Apollo. He doesn’t reply.

He is sniffing around the the air, in all directions, then it is there. Finding spot and taken another long sniff the smell intensifies. Lavender and honey suckle. I have nearly identified these smell when Apollo thrusts towards the scent.

“Apollo what is it, what is that smell.” Nothing, all I can feel is his need to find the source of this smell.

“Apollo stop.” Nothing “Apollo .... APOLLO.”

“WHAT.” He snarls.

“What is wrong with you.” This is the first time I have ever witnessed Apollo loose any sort of control.

“Need to find.” He is now panting and circling the spot where we are. I have full control again, even in Wolf form I am still the dominant, but for a second there I could feel the slight slip of power.

We wait a few more minutes and Apollo starts a brisk walk towards the smell again. I let him lead, my own Curiosity peaked at his odd behavior as well as the intoxicating scent before us.

“Marcus please, we need to find ...”

“Find who?” I’m a little taken back, did Apollo just plead with me.

“Don’t fight me on this Marcus.”

I start to intune more into Apollo and what he is feeling, I mentally close my eyes and take in all around me, nature, Apollo .... the scent.

Then it hits me.

Mate.

Well f**k me.

Apollo takes this opportunity to head towards the scent again. It has lead us to the bottom of the path that leads to the Motel about 2 hours from the pack house. We stop, The smell goes up the path, we take another step and a branch under our paws snaps. This noice snaps me back to reality While Apollo is distracted I shift back to myself and take off running in the opposite direction the scent is coming from.

Apollo soon reacts and I feel his pain from my taking him away from finding his mate, our mate.

“GO BACK, GO BACK.” Apollo is frantic he is howling, I can feel is pain and my own, but I can’t do this not today. The peace I felt earlier has evaporated and full out fear is spreading throughout every fiber of my being.

I make it back to the opening we was only 5 minutes earlier and stop.

Apollo is whimpering.

“We need to get back to father. We are already late.” I say to Apollo, but receive no reply, only the feeling of hurt and longing.

“Apollo we need to get back.” But nothing.

I feel out to him to shift, but.. did he just block me.

“Apollo, I’m not playing around. We need to get back.”

I go to shift and feel an all consuming pain in my heart. It’s Apollo.

“I will never forgive you for this.” That is all he says to me and we shift. I don’t reply, there is nothing I can say to explain my actions, even I don’t fully understand why I did that all I know is I want to run as far away as I can.

Moon goddess you really know how to pick your timing....

We arrive back to the pack house a little while later, I have tried to speak with Apollo but he is ignoring my advances.

I walk through the door and my father is standing on the other side.

“I said an hour.”

Shit.

“We lost track of time, it has been a while since we have last ran and lost track of time.” Lies.

“Marcus.” My Father says on a sigh.

He turns in the direction of his office and I follow behind.

Once we are in his office my father goes to sit behind his desk.

I’m still standing in the door way when he points to the chair opposite himself indicating for me to sit down.

I take the seat in front of him and wait.

“Monday will start the return of pack members from there grants.”

Ok straight to business. “We have everything set up and ready for each sector ready for members to complete there training and the take the tests” he continues.

Every year is the same, each sector within the pack has a training program. The programs will run concurrent to each other and at the end there will be a test. It’s not a pass or fail, it simply gives the member an idea of what sector they would be more compatible from there results. The Sunday before Monday training takes place there is party for all the returning members to catch up with one another, like a welcome home party.

I hate parties or any social gathering of any sort, but as the Son of the pack Alpha there can never be an alternative but to attend.

“What I tried to start to say earlier, before you throw a tantrum fit for a toddler.” He half smiles at me. “is that as the future Alpha of this pack you need to be a bigger presences to our pack members.” He stands and makes his way to the window, he continues talking to me while looking to the forest outside.

“I feel my presents has been very adequate, I am at every council meeting and at every festival.” I maintain my fix view on the back of my fathers head.

He he turns back to his desk, his hands clasped behind his back, looking every part the Alpha he is.

“Yes you do, but when was the last time you interacted with anyone, had a meaningfully conversation, or just a comment in passing for a follow pack member? Or even replayed to a question asked of you that didn’t consist of yes, no, please thank you?”

I stop and think.

I’m not known for my loquaciousness or my charming disposition or personality. To me these are futile pleasantries. Say what you need to say. Not that hard. If I have nothing to say to someone I won’t, why waste words. I have enough internal turmoil with myself at present I don’t need to know others as well.

“Let me put it frankly ... You Marcus, next Alpha to forest Green moon pack, will be over seeing the entirety of the initiation of the returning pack members.”

Son of a b***h.