The Alpha and His Special Witch Mate

Silver Thorne Fang New Pack Witches

Chapter 1: Silver Throne Fang Pack New Pack Witches

Valerian fixed his black hair in the mirror again. He was meeting with the Monarch of Witches and his new council of witches to get a new pack witch. The last one... he and Valerian did not get along at all and the maroon got himself killed in a rogue attack. No, he had nothing to do with it, the witch was really a maron who didn't listen to him and got himself killed and now Valerian had to get a new pack witch, again. The alpha wolf wanted to look good, this was not the first time he would be meeting with the Monarch of Witches. Jordan, the Monarch of Witches, was a good friend of Valerian's. They have known each other for years, hell, they have been even more than friends before. Those times were very enjoyable. But as all good things do, they come to end. Jordan met his mate and the good times Valerian and him had stopped. 

But that didn't mean the alpha didn't want to look good to impress the other. Plus, it was the first time that Valerian gets to meet with the council of witches since the older members either retired or died. sure, there was what fifteen members and two of them were on the older side, but there was a lot of more younger witches now. Who knows, maybe one of them will turn out be his mate for all Valerian knows, might as well look good. 

Valerian's father always said it was good to look good no matter what, because you never know when you will meet someone important. Such as an alpha from another pack, your mate, etc. 

Valerian grinned as he left the room. His beta, Carter, was outside waiting. They were staying in the Witch's Convent, where the Monarch of Witches lives. There was also a ward here that was home to a small group of orphaned witches as well. The Monarch ran the little ward, well, school, where the kids lived. 

The two were dress very nicely as they were black slacks and a dress shirt. Valerian wearing a blue coloured on as it matched his blue eyes, though the shirt was darker in colour. while Carter was wear a a simple white as a lot of coloured clashed with his hair. So the beta stuck with simple colours, such as white.

"Do you think we'll get an i***t or a smart witch this time?" Valerian asked his beta. 

Valerian and Carter were very similar in high and build. They didn't look the typical alpha and beta of a werewolf pack. They weren't as tall or muscularly as must other alphas and beta, but they did have the strength there, don't underestimate them. 

 "i***t as in doesn't listen to you, or i***t as in not very smart?" Carter asked his alpha as they walked. 

"John was both, so neither would be good this time. I want someone smart who can listen and not do stupid things," Valerian laughed lightly. Though, there was an odd scent the air that was trying to his attention. Just what was that smell? 

"I think someone can do both and not cause us issues would be the best," Carter commented as they turned a corner. 

A young man with silver haired ran into them. Neither of the two werewolves fell over, but the silver haired young man did. Dropping a lot of books and a bag. He dressed in an oversized orange-yellow coloured sweat shirt and black tight leggings pants with black boot style sneakers. There was a small bird odd looking, it was black with a rainbow shine flying around with the witch. The two werewolves would guess that the odd looking little bird was the young man's familiar. All witches had at least familiar, but it could have been a pet for all they knew too. The young man had even landed on his bottom and back a little as he rubbed there. 

"S-Sorry!" he said looking up and releasing it was people he had ran into. The silver haired young man picked up his stuff and kept running off. going around a corner and almost seeming to disappear. 

"What the hell was that?" Carter said very confused. 

"I think a dumb kid not looking where he was goin- oh f**k," the alpha said as he sniffed the air as a very strong scent liganded in the air. 'Mate...' his wolf growled. "Fuck... I think that guy was my mate. Matteo just said mate."

"Really? He's sure?" the beta asked as he fixed sun burned orange haired, hence why he had to wear simple white shirts. Other colours clashed with his hair colour too much, though, most people noticed his dark brown almost normally black coloured eyes first. 

'Of course I am sure! I would know what our mate smells like!' Matteo shouted at his human though their mind link. "He's sure, and I'm sure I am going to get a headache," Valerian sighed lightly. "We'll have to ask Jordan about that kid and where we can find him." 

"What did he smell like? I smelled sage on the guy," Carter commented as they continued walking, even though Matteo wanted Valerian to go after their mate. They would be better off talking to Monarch Jordan about the young man who ran into them. It almost look like the guy was going through the assistant ways to the Monarch of Witches office, while the werewolves were going through the main front door to get there. 

"Oddly enough, sage but with fresh cinnamon and fresh pineapple," Valerian replied. The alpha wolf hated cinnamon, but he loved pineapple. Fresh pineapple was delicious and it had his mouth watering just thinking about it. And it was his mother's favorite food too. Fresh pineapple covered in cinnamon. 

"I didn't smell cinnamon or pineapple so he has to be your mate," Carter told his alpha as they got tot he office. 

"Hopefully," Valerian said, hoping so. He was getting a little sick and tired of sleeping around and he knew he needed to find his luna or pick someone soon enough as well. He was starting to get on in age, not like he was really old or anything. Valerian was barely twenty-five, but that didn't mean he shouldn't be looking for someone to settle down with. He was always being told by people that he was getting too old for flings. Especially with many people he knew finding, or already have found their mates. 

Carter went to knock on the door but it opened by itself. 

"Come on in," a voice called out. 

"Jordan, you know it's super creepy when you do that right?" Carter said as he and Valerian walked into the room. It was not a typical office, at all. There was many plants and wandering around animals in the room, plus it was the biggest room in the whole convent. The only office like thing sin the whole room was the desk, chair and some book shelves which were full with of witch spell books; there was a cupboard with many jars of things off to the side and there a caldron off to another side of the room that had a fire going. As well as a what looked like a chemistry set on the desk next to that caldron, like a mixture of odd time and new time witch making. 

"Whatever you say Car. Vale!" Jordan smiled as he walked over, looking very pregnant. Giving the two a hug. They were always so informal with each other, it surprised a lot of people. But that's what happens when you have pretty much known each other since nappies and were the best of friends. 

"You and your mate are expecting? How far along are you? Are you having a girl or boy pup?" Valerian asked, excited for his friend. Vale has always had a soft spot for pups. 

"I'm two and half months along my three month long pregnancy," Jordan replied as he sat down in his chair. "Nicale is off doing god knows what. But yes, we are very excited to expect our little girl."

"I'm jealous, I want a pup," Valerian said lightly touching Jordan's belly. 

"I'm sure your mate will give you as soon as your find him or her," Jordan told the other. "Now, I'm sorry to hear about John but you really can't just keep sending back or get the witches I send to you killed Vale. I don't a unlimited number of them you know, and this is the eighth one in the past sixth months, in the past five years since I become the monarch, it has been close to sixty witches. The witches are starting to call you a bad luck alpha and pack you know. it's hard to get someone to volunteer or want to step up to be your pack witch."

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm just really picky and I need someone who will fit in perfectly with me and the pack," Valerian laughed nervously. "Y-You do have someone for us, right?" Suddenly worried that maybe they came all this way for nothing and would not end up with a new pack witch. 

"Luckily for you, I have three someone's. Hopefully one of them or maybe all three of them will do. I really can't keep doing this Vale," Jordan sighed lightly. 

"I know. I promise I will make it work with one of these three or all three of them," Valerian told his friend. 

"Alright, let me get them," Jordan nodded his head. "Tate!

The young man who ran into them before opened the door. "Yes Monarch?"

Matteo growled taking over Valerian's body. "Mine. Mate."

"Get your brothers for me," the monarch asked the young man who nodded his head and looked at the werewolf a little confused. "Now please."

"Right away sir," the silver haired male nodded his head as left. 

Matteo went to follow but Carter grabbed the other's shoulder. Matteo growled dangerously at his beta. "Settle down tiger. He's coming back, who was that Jordan?" Carter asked. not sure if the witch had heard Matteo say mate at all. 

"That is Tate Coleson. He's one of the three witches I will be sending to work as your pack witch," Jordan replied as he looked at Matteo. "I take it as your Vale's wolf. You're eyes aren't blue like his, they're move gold."

"I am. And that Tate boy is my and Vale's mate," Matteo told Jordan out right. "He is coming with us like it or not."

"Interesting," Jordan hummed lightly. "Though, I do suggest waiting two weeks. Tate is still only seventeen. He doesn't turn eighteen for another two weeks, and marking someone who is underage is bad in your culture, isn't it?"

"....It is..." the werewolf nodded his head. He could wait two weeks. They waited this long, they could wait two more weeks for their mate to turn eighteen to claim him as theirs. 

"You called, sir?" two guys said as they came back with Tate. Another young man was walking out with them. 

It was very obvious that Tate and the two guys were brothers. they all had the same silver coloured hair. though, Tate had silver eyes while his one of his brothers had gold coloured eyes and the other had a platinum blue colour for his. 

"Tyson, Thomas and Tate, meet Silver Thorne Fang Pack Alpha and his Beta," Jordan told them. "Valerian and Carter, these the Coleson brothers. Tyson, Thomas and Tate. Your new pack witches."

"It's Ty," the oldest Coleson brother said. 

"I prefer Tom," the second Coleson brother smiled as he put his hand out to Alpha Valerian and Beta Carter. "It's nice to meet you both. Ty is the oldest and Tate is the youngest. I am obviously the middle child. The guy with us is Zainer Blacke, Tate's best friend since we came here when Tate was a baby."

Zainer said nothing, just nodded his head and stayed close to Tate. 

"Alpha, Beta," Tate smiled as he bowed slightly. "I apology for running into you both in the hall earlier. I was in such a rush that I wasn't looking where I was going."

"It's fine," Matteo said, still having control over Valerian's body. "You were coming with us, with or without the others."

The three brothers seemed right on edge hearing that. Zainer pulled Tate behind him protectively. Looking ready to fight with Tyson and Thomas. 

"Wooh, wooh, wooh," Carter said seeing the witches ready to attack. "We mean not harm or disrespect by it. What Matteo me-" 

"I thought his name was Valerian," Zainer stated, speaking for the first time. 

"We're werewolves, there's in a way to say a human version of us and a wolf version. Human version is Valerian. Wolf version is Matteo," Carter explained to them. "You see, your brother Tate is my Alpha's mate, which makes Tate a Luna. what Matteo was trying to say is that we have asked for Tate to come with us, even if he wasn't our pack witch with you guys, because mates for werewolves are very important things. they're our other half and we won't feel whole or complete without them. I am sure that Monarch Jordan can explain as he has a werewolf mate himself." Nicale was an alpha of another werewolf pack who lived near the Convent of Witches. 

"I will speak to them shortly about the matter," Jordan informed them. "You boys will be leaving tonight. Zainer, if you want to go too you must ask Vale. He is the alpha of the pack where Tate and his brothers are going."

"....I want to come.... please...." Zainer mumbled not looking at anyone. He light brown/silver kind of coloured hair and green eyes. 

"Sure," Carter said with a shrug as he looked at his alpha. "I mean, Tate won't be lonely with his best best friend, and he can be the luna's beta too."

"I would be lost without you, I'll allow for Zainer to come for Tate," Valerian agreed to easily. "Pack your things, we'll leave tonight. Let me be the first to welcome you to Silver Thorne Fang Pack." Putting his hand out the group of four. 

"Thank you.... I think," Tyson said as he shook the other hands. The witches were all hoping that they don't regret this. 

"Alright, you guys get yourselves ready to leave and I will organise the paperwork and some other things with the new pack witches," Jordan told Carter and Valerian. "And yes, before you both start whining, we'll get to hang out before you have to leave tonight."

"Great!" Carter smiled as he gave a small clap. "We'll see you guys later then." Grabbing his alpha by the back of his shirt and dragging him out of the room, seeing as Valerian wanted to stay to be with Tate. The group watched the two werewolves leave and Zainer closed the door to the office door. 

"That is the troublesome Alpha? Silver Thorne Fang is the pack that has bad luck with pack witches or something, right?" Thomas asked the Monarch of Witches once he was sure that the two werewolves were gone. 

"That is correct," Jordan nodded his head. "Before you try to argue with me about this whole situation. you need to understand that not many packs are looking for pack witches right now, and not many of them want to have three new ones on top of it. Silver Throne Fang isn't an overly large pack, but they are one of the strongest on this side of the world. there is no place safer for you boys, and no-where more welcoming than them. Vale is a unique character, but I am sure once you guys give each other a chance. Everything will fall into place, and I don't want to worry about any more witch deaths or witches being sent back, or requesting to come back because they can't handle Vale. This is one of the few packs where you guys can stay together. So please, don't f**k this up."

"Werewolves can be wary of strangers," Zainer sighed lightly. 

"And Zainer, please be careful. You're a dark witch and a regular one so I don't know how some people will react to you," Jordan told the young man. 

"I will be careful," Zainer nodded his head. 

"What this mate thing about?" Tate asked Jordan. 

The Monarch of Witches pulled out a book and handed it over to Tate. "This is a book on werewolves and witches. Read it and you'll understand, my mate, my husband Nicale, gave me the book to help me . I am sure you boys will find it an interesting read and enjoy it. Like I did. it explains a lot of things. But the short and sweet version of mates, is ones soul mate. You're second half. They make you feel whole and complete. I couldn't imagine my life without Nicale. Mates are the best thing the Moon Goddess Destini have to offer everyone of moonlight blood. Don't look this gift in the mouth, alright? It is the greatest thing you'll get. But, of course you are welcome to take your time. Though, you will feel very drawn to Valerian and sparks whenever his skin touches you. That's the mate bond." 

Tate nodded his head and started reading through the book. He wanted to leave everything he could about mates. It also sounded too good to be true. 

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Late that night

Valerian was jealous as he glared slightly at Zainer, who had his sleeping head on Tate's shoulder. The two younger witches were both asleep while the two older witches were going over paperwork and other things that Valerian and Carter had given them. It was their paperwork to become the pack witches, the rules around the pack, the deed to the witch workshop and the room in the floor of the pack house the Coleson brothers and Zainer Blacke will be using as well. 

The driver was driving while Valerian and Carter were meant to be sleeping since it was a bit of a car trip and they wouldn't be getting back to the pack land until sometime after 3pm tomorrow. So they would stop somewhere for breakfast and lunch, and Carter and Valerian will be some of the driving tomorrow as well. For now, they were going over some paperwork and would try to get to know their new pack witches and their friend as well as sleep. 

"Monarch Jordan gave Tate a book to read about being werewolves and mates," Tyson said to Valerian. 

"But Alphas are different to normal werewolves right? so can you tell us your plans for our brother if he chooses to accept this mate bond things with you? Since you're kind of our boss," Thomas asked unsure on the whole thing would work. 

"Alphas, Betas and Gammas are all different to normal werewolves," Carter answered Thomas as he was reading some emails on his phone. "But, to answer the question are alpha different to normal werewolves, it is yes. Tate will double as a pack witch and as the pack's luna."

"A luna is pretty much a second alpha. some call Tate Alpha instead of Luna. It depends on the werewolf as an individual," Valerian said taking over. He thought it would be best for him to explain what a luna is. "As a luna, Tate has the same power and control over the pack as I do, properly even more since everyone looks up to luna. if I die or go away for pack business and I don't take Tate with me, then he is in charge of the pack. Of course the first two or three times this happen I will have my beta or gamma, so Carter or my Gamma who is called Wyatt, help him. But Tate's ruling or say on matters is final. Think of it as being like a king and queen in control of a kingdom. Though for many werewolves, mostly the females or she-wolves, they are more likely to listen to a luna than their alpha. since a luna is normally hand picked by the Moon Goddess to lead by an alpha's side, or at least that many werewolves believe. My pack is no different. My mother was the favourite between her and my father in the pack, even though she was outsider. Then again, my mother was very different to many lunas I have seen or met."

"How so?" Thomas asked. 

"She was a warrior trained she-wolf and one of the strongest. Though she would kind and caring, she was scary when angered and one look felt like it could kill you," Valerian explained with a smile on his face. "She wouldn't let anyone get the pack get hurt too badly. She was always the first one in a fight and on the front lines, it drove my dad insane. She came up with our training programs and made our strong. Bringing it up to the strength level we are today."

"She died?" Tyson asked the other. "You're talking about her in past tense a lot... so I'm only guessing here."

"Oh no. My mother is alive," Valerian told them. "She just... she was badly injured in a rogue attack and she's blind now. She still of course helps out where she and does her best to help out with training, but it's hard. A blind wolf isn't useless, but it's hard for my mother. My father is dead though, he was poisoned and we weren't able to save him. But of those happened around the same time almost eight years ago. I was seventeen. I took over the pack with my mother doing her best to be 'useful' to me and the pack. Her words with the useful thing. I was just glad to still have my mum after losing my dad. Blind or not, my mother is a great warrior and advisor."

"We're sorry about hearing about your dad, and about your mum," Tyson said with a small smile. "But you are right, having one parent is better than no parents."

"Ty and I were lucky in one way, we knew our parents. Tate never knew them," Thomas explained to Valerian. "Our father was killed when our home was attacked and mum died not long after Tate was born. I was five and Tyson was seven. We were taken in the Witches Ward after that and they tried to separate us. Thinking it would be best, but Monarch Jordan and his mother, the monarch of witches before him, didn't allow it. They didn't think separating families was good. We know of many who have been separated anyway, as not many witches are needed with packs or clans or tribes or flocks within the creature blood communities. But the three of us would have joined the convent as battle mages or join the council if it meant we weren't going to be separated. Both Ty and I have turned back positions and offers from different packs, flocks, tribes and clans for the sole reason of they wanted one of us, not all three of us. I mean, you would have said to Zainer, he's kind of a extra really. Since we're not related at all, but he would have just followed us and joined anyway, so thank you for letting Zainer join us and for accepting the three of us as your pack witches."

"We will do our best to not disappoint you or the pack or our monarch or the moon goddess," Tyson told them. 

"Well, we haven't gotten into a fight about anything yet, so I think we will get along. Some of the witches used to push the rules or say yes and no to some of them. I'm just happy to see you're reading it over because there are rues for certain reasons and if you need to know why, I am happy to explain the reasons," Valerian told the group of witches. 

"Yeah, you guys don't seem to be as uptight as some of the others," Carter grinned at them. "We are also hoping this works out because we might end up pissing off Jordan and the Convent of Witches if we keep having to go back to get a new pack witch." 

"We hope this works out too, so what's Silver Throne Fang Pack like? All we really know are the rumours and the things that some witches say about it and you guys. I am sure not all of it is true," Tyson said. 

"We're wary of strangers and very strong. We live in a very beautiful pack area with a forest and a lake that is in the shape a fang and looks silver during the night and many days, it's where we get the silver and fang in our name," Valerian informed the witches. "Throne comes come the nature and throne berry plants that grow all our lands."

"Tate loves berries, they're his favourite food," Thomas laughed lightly. 

"Silver Throne Fang sounds lovely, we can't wait to get there and see it," Tyson said. 

"And meet everyone," Thomas added in. "Even if it takes time for them to accept us. we won't be going anyway."

"I like you guys already," Carter grinned at the witches then at his alpha. "I think the pack will like them, they'll probably warm up to Tate the quickest seeing as we could be our luna. if we accepts you as his mate and lets you mark him and stuff." They weren't worried about kids, as all alpha, beta and gamma males could get their mates pregnant if they had a non-omega male mate. 

"I hope so. I like them so far too, way better than any other witch we have had so far," Valerian agreed easily. Now it was just a matter of time to see if that will still as the days went on, or if they will need to organise another new pack witch and have to separate his mate from his family.

"You should all get some rest," the driver told them. "We have a long way to go."