The making of a Luna

Chapter 2

Colton

My wolf is thrashing wildly in my chest as I descend the grand stone staircase of Silver Lake elementary school. He has been wild since I found that deliciously beautiful little human on her way in for an interview and I have no idea why. Sure she was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen with her red hair catching the bright sunlight, creating a burning halo of burned copper around her head.

Her body was small, probably around 5’2-5’3, and a bit too skinny for my usual taste. But despite her overall skinny build her breasts were surprisingly voluptuous and her hips were round and the perfect size to hold onto as I pound into her from behind.

I shake my head, trying to shut down my spiraling thoughts, but to no avail.

Because if I thought her body was perfect, I was blown away the second time when my eyes landed on her heart shaped face. Smooth pale skin dotted with hundreds of small freckles, most of which was focused on her small pert nose and high cheekbones.

Her lips were full, pouty, light pink and slightly parted as her gaze took me in. And as she gazed on me with those slightly parted lips my head produced way too many pictures of what she would look like on her knees, in front of me, with my c**k stuffed between them.

But her eyes were her most enchanting feature. Large, green and framed by long, black painted eyelashes and so expressive as she gazed upon me with innocence and lust. f*****g perfect was what she was, but still a human. There is no question about that. And still my wolf is reacting like he might go crazy unless we hold her again.

Never in my life have I needed to fight so hard for control as I did that first time my hand touched hers. He wanted to bend her over the railing and take her right then and there, to claim her as our own! He didn’t care that we were outside the entrance of an elementary school full of children.

Nor did he care about the fact that she is human. I know that wolves are impetuous and driven by instinct, which often carry over to our human side, but to f**k in front of a school full of children is a bit too impulsive if you ask me.

I sigh as I step out of the school and make my way towards my car. I need to get back to the pack house and when Ashley Simmons has left the town after her interview I need to let my wolf out for a run. Then I have to make sure she is the one to get the position.

I stop with my hand on the door as the realization that my wolf wants to mark her and claim her as only ours finally hits me. I can get with the f*****g her sensless part, but to mark her? I can’t mark a human. I’m a f*****g alpha for f***s sake. Who knows what would happen if I did? The most likely outcome is disastrous and would leave this world a bleak place to live. But still…

I send the building a last glance before I get in my car and pull out of the parking lot.

Usually I feel happy and at peace after a visit to the schools, hospital or retirement home. The visits strengthen our bonds in the pack and heighten trust they have for me as their alpha.

The way I lead my pack differs a lot from the way my father, the previous alpha, handled things. He ruled with iron claws and members of the pack lived in fear of repercussions even for small missteps and mistakes. Instead I have chosen to focus on trust, expectations and bonding. The closeness to my pack, my people, is something I believe has a high value and importance for a pack to function smoothly and ensure pure loyalty, instead of the fear induced loyalty my father held.

With the way our pack and town is flourishing now it’s hard to imagine that it only has been eighteen years since I killed him and took the place as alpha. Eighteen years since he brutally killed my mother and several other pack members for trying to stop him from raping and killing a young female and kill the human she had bonded to.

They had fallen in love and planned to elope since wolf/human relationships were forbidden in Silver Lake. My mother managed to stop the r**e but both the female and human male were killed by him on the town square. My mother and a group of likeminded pack members fought and died with them. My father was a strong alpha and even though they were five against one they didn’t stand a chance.

A week later I challenged my father for his position and won. I was only sixteen years old, but I was the only male courageous enough to challenge him. Probably the only male strong enough to actually beat him. He was known as the strongest alpha in North America. His brutal way and old fashioned views brought fear and terror into everyone that met him.

But I won. I fought with my anger and hate as fuel and I beat him. As his mangled body lay bleeding on the ground beneath me, his eyes filled with disgust, hate and stupefied amazement, I straightened my own beat up body to my full height. I stared at him as he coughed and wheezed his last breath.

When his eyes lost focus and his last breath slipped out of him I raised my head to the moon and howled my victory. My pack did not hesitate even a second before joining me. Then I slumped into an unconscious pile next to the previous alpha.

It took three days before I woke up despite the fact that wolves have much faster healing than humans. Three days, while my ten years old little sister sat immovable by my side.

Three days, while my fourteen years old little brother built a pyre and burned our father. He might have been a monster, a tyrant, but he had still been our alpha. He still deserved a respectful burial for all the fights he had won for our pack, for all the times he had protected us and kept our lands safe.

But after I woke up I changed everything. No more overly harsh punishments for petty mishaps or mistakes. No more r***s and killings for loving a human. No more r**e to discipline your bonded partner or beatings with wolfbane or silver to discipline your children.

No use for wolfbane or silver on any pack member, ever! There are better and less damaging forms of punishment that can be used, like public whipping and solitary incarnation. Wolfbane and silver are reserved for enemies, spies and traitors.

Then I brought our small town closer to modern human society. I allowed pack members to go off to human college for studies. I allowed wolf/human relationships. I banned arranged bonding if any of the concerned youths were against it. Forcing someone into a bond is punishable.

Slowly our town grew as more of my pack members bonded with humans, some of which had children from previous relationships and were brought along. When the wolves were allowed to choose who to bond, the bonds became happier and the amount of children born more than doubled.

Of course the pack dynamic is still there and I still expect submission and loyalty from my wolves and their bonded humans and children. Wolves are beasts driven by instinct so dominance and ranking is still important for a functioning society.

Our pack was not the first to mix with humans like this and I got a lot of support from other alphas as I reformed our pack. There have been a lot of ups and just as many downs. Old fashioned wolves have fought back, complained and there was even a group planning to revolt and overtake me. But the majority of the pack members were pleased with the changes, though there are still minor racist conflicts from time to time.

When I reach the pack house I hurry to my office for some paperwork. An hour later I make a phone call to principal Banks.

“Alpha.”

“How was Miss Simmons?” No need to beat around the bush.

“She made a very good impression during the interview, but the fact that she hasn’t finished her college education yet is a bit troubling. The woman coming in twenty minutes has a bachelor in education and child psychology and has seven years of experience working with children in need of extra support.” I give a low growl in frustration and Mr. Banks translate it as a warning. He is quick to show his support to Miss Simmons. “But Miss Simmons seems to have her heart in the right place and so far her studies have been in education and child psychology.”

“I want you to offer her the position and make sure she takes it.”

“But, alpha…”

“Do I make myself clear, Mr. Banks?”

“Yes, yes of course, alpha.” He quickly agrees and I smirk. “I might need to shorten her working hours to give her time to keep up her studies. Then there is the fact that she is an uninitiated human.”

“Do whatever you need to assure that she will take the position. And the fact she doesn't know about wolves yet doesn’t matter. It’s not the first time we have an uninitiated human move into Silver Lake. Everyone will be informed and we’ll need to be more behaved for a few weeks.”

“Of course. I will call her tomorrow to inform her.” I end the call and start to unbutton my shirt on my way out for my run. My wolf really wants to claim that little human. Even though I know that she has already left town, my wolf takes a detour past the school to pick up her scent.

But eventually I have to shift back earlier than I would have liked, because he actually set after the trace of her car. I had to walk back to the pack house naked for everyone to see.

Fucking s**t! I can’t claim a human! I’m an alpha for f***s sake!

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A small look into Alpha Colton’s mind and thoughts. I hope that you will find my main male character to be bossy, arrogant and dominant. He is a real alpha male who takes his responsibility very seriously, both when it comes to order and protection.

But why does he have aversions to claim a human? It is allowed to do so. He himself was the one who changed the rules and allowed it. Is he a racist against humans even though he allows them?

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