My Protector

Yaaas

Alastair

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I awoke to the chorus of multiple house mates yelling; "YAAAAAAAS." in the hall.

Instantly I realized that Tabitha must be sharing more steamy details, of our s****l activities with members of our pack. I didn't mind at all, intact I kind of liked the attention. The delta females treated me like royalty, but wouldn't dare cross the oine with Tabitha's mark clearly visible on my neck. I was that, or Tabitha and Beccut getting down to the nitty gritty with our wedding plans.

It had only been two weeks since Tabitha and I returned to the pack, from our vacation, but I already missed the sound of the crashing waves.

Not that I didn't love my mate, or my cousin, or the rest of our pack... I am just burnt out. For the last two weeks, I've been running patrols, planning our lavish country wedding, or studying in the pack house office/library.

I never really realized I could read, being stuck in wolf form. I suppose my wolf "Hugo" must remember from a past life. I guess I qas makeing up for lost time. I found myself most at piece within the pages of a book. Even if it was just research reading.

I haven't gotten to spend much time with Tabitha since arriving here as a person. I am more comfortable fallowing her around in wolf form. Without thinking I let my wolf loose. It has been days since I wagged my tail. Being a wolf, just felt more natural. Hugo/Clover shook his fur out and gave our body a releasing wiggle. I climbed out of bed stretching my fury ass in the air, pointing my tail towards the heavans, as I do. When my paws hit the ground, I look up to see the maid. An older Hispanic human, who was hired not that long ago, she was still new to the existence of our kind.

oops.

I guess walking into a room with a sleeping man, would be embarrassing enough. Even without seeing him shift, and crawl from the blankets as a completely different creature.

I bark at her softly, as if to apologize, and she jumped and dropped her duster.

I walk past her casually, and mindlink the rest of the pack.

*Good morning. Team Beta Alastair, pease, meet me at the outskirts of the forest. We are running in pack form, fully shifted this morning. No time for breakfast, so if you are just waking up, grab a breakfast bar, or hunt a rabbit on your way out.*

I bolt down the stairs, happy to feel the air breeze through my thick coat. As I am passing through the kitchen, Tabitha tosses me a few strands of bacon over ger shoulder and I catch them in mid air, as I ran out the back door. That woman is my heart. How could I not Cherish her. I truly worship the ground she walks.

Tabitha

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I heard the pads of Alastair's paws hit the ground, before I heard his mind link. Not an unfamiliar sound, I was still a bit shocked to hear his paws on the floor it's a sound I haven't heard since before our sinful trip in Hawaii. Alastair really should be more mindful of the new maid. That poor woman must have seen him shift.

I say "new" like she started yesterday, but Gretchen has been working here over a year. That poor woman will never get use to seeing us shift.

I love Alastair as a man. Honest I truly do, but I have missed my Clover. I know he never minded the give name Hugo. hut Jeda would call him nothing ither than his goddess givven name. It was so much easier to spend time together, when Alastair had no real responsibility.

I craved him. My wolf craved him.

As he ran through the pack house, I threw some bacon in the air towards the door. I love the way our lives were meshing together so well. I love our routine. I love that color combination.

"That one." I say pointing to a bouquet of Lavander, and orange roses.

"But, add some babies breath in with the Lavander. I love that color combination."

Planning this wedding has been both stressful, and the most fun I've ever had in my life. I had no idea how bold my style really is. It's as if getting my wolf has helped me find myself. Which is a good thing.

I pin my bouquet idea into thee wedding scrapbook I am working on.

"OOOOO, I love, love, love that!" Beccut all but screamed. My sweet blond friend, is the best co-planner any bride could have. His brutal honesty, and blunt critics are one of the best highlights of my life. Beccut helped me plan my sweet 16. Beccut helped me plan our prom. Beccut and I planned our Graduation party, and the after party. It's only natural that he would help me plan my wedding, and possibly my Luna ceremony as well. Alastair doesn't know it yet, but Beccut wasn't content with being the Alpha of a small town pack. Beccut was a city wolf. He needed to travel. Small pack life was just not his deal. Everyone knew it. When Alpha Garrett retired, he named his only heir his successor. He had no choice. Beccut was prepared, but disappointed. His mother had not been able to bare more children. Beccut, like me, was born on the night Alastair's parents were murdered.

Our packs were so close we might as well have been the same. As result, our land was also attacked, taking our own numbers down exponentially. Brin was caught in a magical cross fire. scaring half of her body, and nearly killing her. Beccut was saved by mere minutes with an emergency C-section. Grom the beginning of his life Beccut was extra. Extra what? extra everything.

When Beccut came out as gay, no one was surprised. No one was disappointed either. It was decided when we were children that I would become Luna if Beccut never found a mate. I guess no one ever considered the possibility that I might find one first.

Beccut would never turn down his responsibility, and obligation to his pack. He even serves as an amazing Alpha despite the fact that leading did nit com easily to him. That said, he may never find a female mate. Beccut's family line, may end with Beccut.

Alaister's return, was probably the best thing to happen to Beccut. It meant his freedom. It meant to Beccut, that he didn't have to be the Alpha. It meant that Alastair, could take Beccut's place, and thus take away the pressure of passing the family torch.

I suppose it was selfish of me, not to consider what all of this might mean to my best friend.

Honestly, now more than ever, Alaister's existence is the fiber, holding the stitching, of our pack together.

Especially since Beccut would rather spend his time planning Weddings, Crowning, and Maybe. even baby showers with me.

I sipped my ginger ale gently, as I rubbed my belly button. I guess with all the excitement in finding my mate, I must have neglected my own human nature's. I never had a reason to take birth control before, and I we are being honest I hadn't been thinking about it at all. Not until yesterday that is, when I realized my period was a week late. Nausea turned I my stomach again, and shot to my feet, darting down the hall to the butler's pantry bathroom.

"I had my mom get you a gift, Tabs." Beccut sighed gingerly through the door. "I'll leave it on the round table in your little reading nook, okay?" I listened as Beccut walked away before I left the bathroom.