Dean
657 Words
Dean stood on the platform, in front of his pack, feeling like a complete schmuck.
Dean Forrester, the Alpha's son, and Alpha to be, as soon as this goddamn ceremony was over, felt like he had ants in his pants.
All he wanted was to get the hell out of there, away from the judging eyes of his pack. He could almost hear the whispers: "25 years old, and not married", "He will never settle down", "Will he bring us a Luna? Will he provide us with pups?", and, to all of this, Dean wanted to respond with a sincere: "f**k all of you! I didn't ask to be here, nor did I ask for this title."
But, alas, he couldn't. On his left, stood his mother, Luna Corinne, a gorgeous woman, that turned heads even if she were to be dressed in a potato sack, smiling at him with all of her motherly love. On his right, he had his father, Alpha Samuel, looking as stern and tough as an Alpha needs to look, but, struggling to keep a rogue tear in check.
For them, Dean had to suffer through all of this, and when it will finally be over, there was a hot little p***y waiting for him, ready and willing to do absolutely anything his heart (and d**k) desired.
With a sigh, he turned his attention back to the crowd and looked closely at everyone. Fuck....he barely knew them, and to be fair, he had hardly any interest în knowing them. That one, there, looked like Michaela, the pack healers daughter, or, was it his math teachers daughter? Damn if he knew.
The Black Forrest Pack was not what you would call a large one. They had plenty of territory, surrounded by mountains, forests, and lakes, but, in the middle of literal nowhere, and were among the richest packs in North America, but what can you do with money, when you have nowhere to spend it?
That was why Dean, couldn't wait to turn eighteen, and, join the military. He had trained since before he could walk, and was a promising fighter, if he was to stay, he would have been a warrior for the pack, before his turn to become Alpha. But Dean wanted to see the world. Yes, his home was a paradise, but, he was no angel. He had all the freedom in the world, but, what can you do with that freedom, when there was literally nothing to do?
So, he left. Against his parents will, against the packs will, and against his wolf's will. The second day, after his eighteenth birthday, after he got his wolf, and completed the change, and the pack run, he packed his bags, kissed his parents, and went off to join the military, while his wolf, Storm, howled in the back of his mind, from being torn from his pack.
Training for the Army was basically a vacation for him. After all, he was no mere human, but he was the perfect soldier. Strength, agility, speed, bravery, intelligence, humor and pure, brute force, made him quickly known amongst his peers and superiors.
Some loved him, some hated him, but all respected him.
He fought his way through war zones, he volunteered for the missions that no one wanted, and he was damn good at what he did, until that one f*****g day...
"ENOUGH!" he screamed inside his mind. "IT'S OVER! YOUR LIFE IS OVER, AND NOW, YOU WILL GET THE HONOUR AND PRIVILEGE TO ROT HERE AS THE GREAT BIG ALPHA!"
Alpha Samuel's speech was almost over, and it was soon time for the rest of the ceremony. That included a pack run, to strenghten the bond between Alpha and pack, and to pass on the Power from father to son.
Yeah, only one problem with that scenario. Storm, his wolf, never reappeared after he left his pack, and that was 7 years ago.
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